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“What a satisfying feeling!”
I could see the lips of both Opry and Viscount Lelius trembling simultaneously at my smile and my disgusting answer.
But what's the problem with that?
What will they do about it?
“What's to stop me from pretending to be shy at this point?”
Whether Aubrey cursed me or Leon Fraser cursed me, it's the same anyway.
If so, behaving obediently and well behaved in this place where even servants were present would be much more beneficial.
In the midst of all this, I was worried that Leon Fraser might throw a fork at me and tell me to stop being so disgusting.
But that didn't happen.
Fortunately.
“This bastard is still the protagonist, so he at least has some intelligence.”
Neither O'Bray nor Viscount Lilius.
They won't be able to attack me any further in this situation.
After I relaxed a little, I turned my gaze to the dining table.
Since it was a formal meal, it was clear that they had put effort into decorating it even though it was a morning meal.
Angelic statues carrying baskets filled with fruit.
Ceramic bowls carved with wave-like patterns resembling mermaid tails.
Twill table and chair linens with pearl silk and lace embroidered edges.
Lamps covered in flowing muslin cast a gentle light even on the large dining table.
In warm ivory vases, fresh flowers that the gardeners had picked themselves this morning were beautifully arranged.
I only tasted the salad and appetizer that were served first before pushing them aside. Cold dishes still hurt my throat due to my health condition.
But when the hot soup was served with peas and clam meat, she finally started eating properly.
The hot soup elegantly seasoned with pepper and herbs was a tonic for me, as I had not yet fully recovered from my cold.
The temperature gently soothed my already itchy throat.
After I finished eating the soup, I heard a server ask me if I wanted wine mixed with water, fresh lemon juice, or champagne as an appetizer.
“Just give me herbal tea.”
“Yes, miss. How do you prefer the temperature?”
“Very hot.”
“We have luxurious chamomile available, what do you think?”
“Good. Give it to me. Thank you.”
Perhaps the conversation between me and the servant was not clearly audible to others.
As Opray had given up attacking me, Viscount Lilius skilfully played the little orchestra.
Musicians play their instruments on one side of the dining room.
The soft melody appropriate for a formal breakfast had the effect of conveniently drowning out people's conversations.
After a few bites of the honey-glazed pork dish, the specially prepared fried oyster dish was then served.
Normally I would have happily ate this precious food, but today I settled for eating it slowly.
“It feels like she's scratching my throat.”
I suddenly realized how Adel and the butler's assistant served me nothing but soft, hot food when I was in my room, carefully choosing meals suitable for the patient.
“Do you have an appetite?”
Then a voice reached my ears.
I turned to look to my right.
It was Lycian who asked, and he was the one who continued to eat with a dignity that combined nobility and angelhood.
Ah, Lycian.
He was one of the few family members who didn't hate me from the beginning, and as Kuriko's true male hero, I opened my heart to Lissian to some extent as well.
“It's not like that.”
And so a more honest answer emerged.
“My throat hurts because of a cold.”
That's why this fancy oyster dish, fried to a very crispy finish, doesn't taste good to me now.
Lycian glanced at my plate once.
then.
“My menu includes steamed food.”
A plate of hot, tender beef stew was placed directly on my plate.
Since I arrived late, I didn't have a choice on the menu, but Lycian must have come early and pre-selected his menu.
“…If I eat this, what about you, Lycian?”
Lycian calmly took my food and said.
“I also like oysters.”
“…”
What is this feeling?
My heart feels warm and comfortable.
I will eat it well. Lycian.
I added a little slowly.
"…Thank you."
"Yes."
The beef stew, marinated in red wine, various herbs and spices and steamed well for a long time, melted in my mouth like butter.
Tender meat that falls off the bone with just the touch of a fork.
I definitely had no appetite because I had a cold.
But strangely, why does this meat stew taste so delicious?
She slowly sipped the very hot herbal tea the servant had brought, and gently blew on it.
I felt as if the hot aromatic liquid flowing down my throat was warming my whole body in an unusually comforting way.
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“So, all I have to do is give him this medicine, right?”
“Yes, miss.”
"Thank you!"
After carefully putting the medicine I received from the private doctor into my pocket, the butler's assistant quickly covered me with a cloak.
“Miss, please put on warm clothes before the head maid Adel returns. Otherwise, the head maid will scold me.”
After I tied the robe ribbon tightly, I said I would come back and quickly headed outside.
The place I'm currently staying is in a corner of the main castle.
However, Leon Fraser and Lycian Fraser, the twins, were staying in a slightly better place than me.
“Although they are all sons of the same royal family, the twins and Tullia have completely different abilities.”
These twins had exceptional talents.
They were geniuses competing for the first and second places in the academy, and after inheriting the qualities of Marquis Fraser, who was also called the Knight King, they showed great results in the dueling exams despite their young age.
Moreover, that bastard Leon Fraser, although he had a bad temper like Tulia, was somewhat different in nature.
Tullia was truly a scoundrel rolling in the mud.
Leon Fraser was a cold and frightening young master.
So the servants naturally learned to be careful in dealing with him.
“Oh, Miss Tulia?”
When I went to the entrance of the twins' residence, I was greeted by a servant who recognized me.
“Where is Brother Lycian?”
“Young Master Lysian went to the Central Library earlier.”
“He went straight to the library as soon as he arrived.”
As expected of the academy's valedictorian and future valedictorian.
The central library that Lycian went to was located some distance from the main castle.
Even though it was only a ten minute walk away.
While walking through the vast central courtyard between the main castle and the library, the fragrant smell of paper begins to emerge at some point.
The main library of Fraser Castle, which houses hundreds of thousands of books.
Also known as the “Hall of Wisdom.”
This was probably intended to strictly manage access to half the books, as the library only had one entrance despite its massive size.
I walked cheerfully towards the entrance.
The gate guards who recognized me bowed their heads slightly.
Upon entering the library, I received silent greetings from several librarians as I walked inside.
From inside, I could see a beautiful silver haired man with his back to the largest table.
“Silver hair is a really unfair advantage.”
Even indoors instead of under the sunlight, it sparkled like pure silver, making it obvious to anyone that he was of noble origin.
Since libraries should be quiet, I approached slowly, careful to muffle my steps.
While I was busy thinking about what I would say as a first greeting to Lycian.
There was something abnormal in the general atmosphere.
“Then, then… As Caliph, the correct way to rule, that book is where…”
Lycian was stammering but calmly stated the book he wanted.
The young librarian, looking strangely annoyed, let out a deep sigh.
“What? Please say that again, young master.”
“As Caliph, the correct way to rule…”
“Ah...damn.”
'...Damn?'
Did he just say "fuck" to Lycian?
At that moment, my insides froze.
The librarian scratched his head vigorously and mumbled in an annoyed and annoyed voice.
“Honestly, I can't understand what the hell he's saying…”
I was standing diagonally behind Lycian.
So I could only see his facial features slightly, but that was enough to notice that his expression had darkened.
Meanwhile, the librarian carelessly pushed the pen and paper forward.
“Can you just write it here? Young master?”
He said he was handing it over, but it was practically thrown away.
Librarian and young master of the Marquis' house.
Despite the huge difference in status, he acted like this.
But Lysiane did not get angry.
It was as if this situation was familiar to him.
No, that's true.
It will be commonplace.
Of course it will be.
I know.
Because I already saw it in…
This silver-haired young master who was used to being ignored because of his stutter.
It is Koriko, his fiancée and the novel's heroine, who heals these deep wounds that afflict Lycian.
"Hey."
But seriously, even casual trash would get mad at this?
"…Hey?"
Did anyone dare to call him “ya”?
With that same expression, the librarian who was looking at my voice froze for a moment after that.
"Oh my God! Tu-tulia, miss!"
"Hey."
“Crackling,” I said, no. Let me correct that.
I stomped my feet hard and stood in front of the librarian like a mountain.
"Hey."
“Yes, yes. Miss...”
“What did you just say to my brother?”
I may not know other things, but I'm a bad guy who knows how to return the favor to whoever shares his beef.
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