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I leaned back against the softly cushioned backrest and blinked my eyes, slightly anticipating how Tedrick would appear.
“No, why does his face look like that?”
“I heard that Young Lord Leon Fraser…”
“He was so angry that they had a big fight in the same place.”
No, this is not true.
It wasn't a big fight, it was just that bastard Tedrick Fraser getting beaten up one-sided.
“Young Lord Leon seems to cherish his relative, Miss Tulia, very much.”
“It is completely different from the rumors that were circulating.”
No, that's not true either.
He's just crazy, and he beats up the Young Lords including Tidric.
I knew the others were looking at me and talking in whispers, but I pretended not to hear anything and just looked back and forth between Lycian and Tedric.
He wrapped himself well.
Bandages were wrapped around Tedric Fraser's jaw and entire face. Anyone who saw him would mistakenly think it was Leon Fraser who smashed Tedrick's face.
He was badly beaten, but perhaps he was like that on purpose to elicit sympathy from his followers.
The strange thing was that his hands were tightly wrapped in bandages as well.
Lilius looked at his son with eyes full of pity and then spoke.
“On that day, Tedric said this. His hands were constantly hurt while using the magic tool, making it difficult to aim.”
This is ridiculous!
The expressions on the wizards' faces clearly indicated that they wanted to shout exactly that.
“Tedric’s archery skills are known throughout this vast Grand Duchy. Moreover, Tedric is neither foolish nor evil enough to attack his cousins in a public place.”
“Oh my God, uncle, really.”
Have you sold your conscience?
But one thing was true.
The point is that he wasn't smart enough, at the amoeba level, to attack us in public.
Lawyers also gradually began to agree.
Not many aides knew the fact that Tedrick hated me so much.
Before I became Tullia, I also relied on my parents, Tedric. They may even know us as having a close relationship.
Even if he hated me, they seemed to have recently realized that he wasn't stupid enough to try to kill me in public in a place crowded with so many nobles.
“There's nothing wrong with the magic tool!”
“It's not fair!”
The witches shouted angrily.
It would be exhausting just to shout directly down the line of the Grand Ducal House. It seemed that, immersed in grumbling, they would ask to meet their boss from the Magic Tower upon their return.
“Liziane Fraser. Don’t you have anything to say?”
Nigella asked.
Lycian, who had been sitting at the main table observing the situation the whole time, turned his gaze.
“Me, me too, I think too. It’s strange, very strange.”
Nigella looked at Lisien with a worried expression.
Then he said.
“It's a bit difficult to understand what you're saying.”
At that moment, my hands that were resting on my knees turned pale white.
Can't contact a representative?
“Bad people.”
In such an official context, does it make sense to say something like this so openly?
Moreover, Lycian wasn't speaking a foreign language – he was using the same language, so what kind of character would require specifically pointing out his difficulty in understanding?
I can understand everything well.
I only found Nigella Fraser, who was using such vile methods to deliberately crush Lycian's spirit, to be pathetic and evil.
But it seemed I was the only one whose anger was out of control.
“As you can see, Leon is still lying on his sickbed...”
“Then you have no noble who can be your representative.”
Strictly speaking, even Lycian was represented by Marquis Esther Fraser.
Therefore, for Lycian to use another representative, he would need someone who matched the appropriate rank and status.
That's why Leon Fraser is mentioned first.
but.
“No, there is one.”
By the way, that voice I heard a moment ago was not Lycian's voice.
I was the one who opened my mouth.
Grunts grunts.
It wasn't just the employees who were surprised.
The eyes of Count Nigella Fraser and the dapper Viscount Lilius immediately turned to me.
“It was as if he was waiting for me to speak,” Lysiane said with a slight smile.
“I will appoint my dear sister Tullia as my representative.”
“…?!”
right.
It's time.
I feel Tedrick suddenly turn to look at me.
I don't know what he thinks he did right or what he finds unfair, but he stares at me desperately.
You came wrapped in bandages, didn't you, Tedrick?
She looks like a mummy, trying to gain sympathy votes.
I didn't take my eyes off Tedric and gave him a slight nod.
“Butler’s assistant?”
“Yes, miss.”
“I need to move.”
“Leave it to me.”
The butler's assistant moved me to the prepared 'thing' quietly and quickly.
He started pushing me and moving me himself to the center of the large conference hall.
The personal doctor who was carrying an extremely huge box of medical materials started to catch up.
Grunts grunts.
The grand conference hall, which had been quiet for a short time, was now shocked in a different sense.
“Huh…?”
"No way. Are you saying she was hurt that badly?"
“She can't even walk at all. How brutally they shot those arrows...”
The shocked voices of the guards couldn't have been more reassuring.
I looked at Tedrick as I was being carried in a wheelchair like I was half a corpse.
He looked confused and surprised as well.
Didn't you expect me to come out in worse shape than you?
This is called K-meeting performance.
You stupid bastard.
* * *
A moment of silence.
The first speaker was, as expected, the rather experienced Count Nigella Fraser.
“Tulia.”
“Yes, uncle.”
“So much so that you can't even walk?”
Of course I can walk.
Many servants must have seen me walking.
Whether Nigella Fraser's words had negative connotations or not, I had no intention of judging or cursing him.
Rather, I was waiting for those words.
“Personal doctor.”
I called my doctor in a sad voice.
“Please take the bandage off my foot. Since my uncle is very suspicious of me… it would be better if I showed it to him directly.”
“…?”
Nigella, who always feigned solemnity, looked unusually confused.
He didn't say a word about his 'suspicion' of me, and he probably didn't even intend to go that far, but I suddenly announced that I was going to reveal the truth.
“Tulia...”
“Gasp!”
Nigella's words were even cut off midway through.
Thanks to prior coordination with the treating physician, that thick bandage was removed in real time.
An atmosphere of brief shock, screams, and horrified silence filled the Great Conference Hall.
And this is true.
Even I think it's a disgusting and terrifying wound.
Moreover, it is a “non-inflamed” wound that has literally not even been infected for a day.
“As you can see, my foot is almost completely crushed.”
I looked back and forth between Nigella and Viscount Lilius as I spoke clearly.
“Tedric and the rest of the Young Lords attacked me with a magical bow device.”
“This is a misunderstanding, Tullia!”
Viscount Lilius rose from his seat.
His voice was so loud that I involuntarily jerked in surprise, and as a result, my body fell back, causing my unbandaged foot to throb with burning pain.
“It hurts...”
I wasn't going to say this.
It was so painful that it brought tears to my eyes.
“Oh, that's no use, miss. I'll re-wrap it right away.”
The doctor's personal voice must have been clearly heard by everyone, including his muttered words.
“It's so cruel...”
In fact, his expression was very serious.
While the attending physician carefully wrapped bandages around my foot and fixed the splint, no one could open their mouths.
For a moment, there was a silence so deep that you could hear a needle drop in the room.
Is there really a need to wait so silently?
It's just re-wrapping a bandage around the foot.
The moment I raised my head, I felt a little confused.
“…!”
I understood the silence that fell over the great conference hall.
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