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It was because Lisian was descending the stairs below the highest seat.
He was dressed in a smart uniform that fit his body well, and was undoubtedly handsome enough to take a starring role in any important game.
And that vaguely unrealistic silver hair on top of it all.
asked Lysiane, who approached me before I knew it, the personal doctor.
“Can I, can I move her seat forward, up?”
“You mean without the wheelchair?”
"Yes."
“Just make sure she doesn't let her foot touch the ground.”
“Tulia.”
Lycian, who was looking at me, smiled warmly.
That's why I couldn't help but love him.
Warmth was always present in Lycian's smile.
In contrast to his bright and warm impression, Lycian lifted my spirits very easily.
Step by step, no one said a word as he walked up the stairs.
"Oh. I feel like I've become Cinderella in my own way."
A handsome, silver-haired young man as my transport.
Lisien carefully lowered me onto the highest bench where he was sitting.
Then he took off the ring he had been wearing all the time and put it on my hand.
“This is the ring of ‘The Marquis’ Fraser.”
“More precisely, it is the heir’s ring.”
I felt the weight of the ring in my hand.
I looked at Tedrick, both physically and mentally.
Whether it was because of the obvious difference in eye level, or just because I hated him so much.
Tedric's eyes were filled with anger mixed with an inferiority complex.
“Really now.”
Yes, keep staring all day. It will only hurt your eyes.
I plan to completely eliminate you this time.
“Uncle, you said that Tedric made a mistake because of a poorly made magic item, right?”
Viscount Lilius answered quickly.
"That's right, Tullia. The magic artifact was the problem. We will file a formal protest with the Magic Tower in Frieza's name!"
“No need.”
Upon hearing my words, the obvious worry on Viscount Lilius' face spread like waves.
“...Tulia. No need for that?”
“Uncle, I speak from the perspective of someone who was attacked that day.”
I continued, staring straight at Tedrick.
“Tedric Fraser tried to kill me and my brother Leon.”
In an instant, the grand conference hall was turned upside down.
* * *
“Honey.”
Aubrey opened her mouth anxiously. The beautifully embroidered handkerchief had been folded hundreds of times in her hands.
"Should we put Tedrick in a wheelchair too? Should we take him into the woods in a wheelchair?"
“No. That would make things seem even more ridiculous.”
They should have shown it from the beginning and made a big fuss like Tulia did.
He also instructed his personal physician to wrap Tedrick in bandages to make him “appear more injured.”
But Tullia went further.
She looked like she was a critically ill patient who could barely make it to the conference room.
How had she managed to hide this cunning mind until now?
Now Viscount Lilius found Tullia's presence puzzling.
At first, he thought that everything was under the orders of Marquis Aster Fraser.
It was believed that the Marquis was giving instructions to act this way or that in the main castle of the Grand Duchy, in exchange for precious gifts that Viscount Lilius or Aubrey could never dream of, or incredibly expensive sacred artifacts.
But with the events of yesterday and today, Viscount Lilius felt great doubts about his ideas.
Tedrick shooting Tullia was clearly an impulsive incident, and yet their reaction was so frightening?
During that short period, there was no way for Tullia, Lycian, or Leon to contact Marquis Aster Fraser.
How far is this area from the border?
Oh dear, what might that girl be planning?
Meanwhile, Opry continued to ask questions, her voice full of concern.
“What would she think, suggesting we all come out here together?”
I feel anxious and afraid.
He felt the same way.
They were now, no, all the employees who were in the meeting room were now.
He followed Tullia into the forest where a hunting competition was being held.
* * *
“Then, I will stand here.”
Just like the day the hunting competition was held, just like the day Leon Fraser and I became the target of arrows.
The air was fresh and the sky was clear.
There was almost no wind, which made the weather very favorable.
She wrapped the cloak she had brought earlier a little more tightly and got out of the wheelchair.
“It's really hard to stand.”
The moment I got out of the wheelchair, my feet hurt and I staggered a little, but fortunately it wasn't enough to make me fall.
“So, my uncle Viscount Lilius.”
The same place where Tedric had stood a few days before.
As I looked at Viscount Lilius standing in that particular place, I continued my speech.
“Please shoot me again with that magic tool.”
“…?!”
When all the nobles and wizards who attended the conference hall gathered, a crowd of about 800 people surrounded us from all sides.
Everyone was tightly wrapped in cloaks and coats, unable to understand the meaning of my words, and their expressions were serious.
Only a particularly intelligent few, or Viscount Lilius standing at the front, seemed to understand my intention.
Viscount Lilius Fraser slowly opened his mouth.
"Tulia. So what you're saying now is…"
“You said there was something seriously wrong with that magical tool, right? And that it wasn't Tedric's malicious intent?”
“That's right, our son had no intention of harming you at all!”
Oubrey let out a loud cry filled with tears.
I glanced at her, then stared at Viscount Lilius again.
“That's what you say.”
“…”
“So, to prove Tedric’s innocence and resolve Auntie’s dissatisfaction, Uncle must intervene directly.”
“…”
“Just call me that magic tool.”
“But, how could I do that to my niece?”
Should I just print out fliers about him embezzling my money and distribute them around the area?
Watching Viscount Lilius pretend to be suffocating made me think such mischievous thoughts first.
Anyway, this is what will happen now.
“Didn’t the servants know better than me that uncle had been a skilled sniper since he was young?”
That was indeed true.
It was not for nothing that Tedrick boasted that he was a master of the bow.
His father, Viscount Lilius Fraser, also had exceptional skill with a bow since his childhood.
Regardless of whether that blood was passed down to subsequent generations, Tedric was also outstanding when it came to archery skills alone.
"Then Uncle's shooting would be the most accurate. Right? Uncle Nigella."
Count Nigella Fraser, who was standing with his arms crossed, furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
“Hmm… now that I hear it, it’s not entirely wrong.”
"my brother!"
“You have always been good with a bow. My father even complimented you directly on this role.”
“But...”
“That's right, Viscount. You've shot the most deer in this hunting competition, too.”
Lelius's loyal followers were quick to express their approval.
“Well, they'll be in trouble too if Lilius drowns like that.”
If they failed to prove the magic artifact was defective and Tedric's conviction for attempted murder was upheld, it would be like saying that Lilius' ship was about to sink.
Moreover, Lilius's head must be spinning now too.
No matter what happens, we can't throw Tedric into the underground prison. We can't.
But Lycian will demand astronomical compensation.
Lilius, who had failed to obtain the rights to the States Plain farm business, was certainly not in a good financial position at the moment.
In other words.
There was only one choice from the beginning.
After thinking for a moment, Lilius nodded.
“Then to prove Tedric’s innocence, I have no choice but to reluctantly, very reluctantly, point the magic tool at my dear Tullia.”
* * *
Is it possible for a girl to be this foolish?
Lilius laughed secretly.
Cunning and intelligence are two different things.
Tulia Fraser was a perfect example of this.
At this moment, Lilius had to shoot Tullia Fraser.
If he did, he could blame it on a flaw in the magical tool, and if he was any luckier, that girl would die with her.
“If you kill her directly, Marquis Fraser might come here.”
Of course, that would be annoying.
But he was confident enough to make her disabled.
As Tullia said, Lilius' archery skills are unparalleled.
Of course, even that was only slightly inferior to Marquis Aster Fraser.
That damn big brother.
It's always been like this.
Marquis Esther Fraser was excellent at almost everything, and even had a cold personality.
Born as the youngest member of the family, he had no choice but to build an image opposite that of his brother.
Friendly, kind, and compassionate with everyone.
The ambitious Lilius swore that he would one day claim the position of Grand Duke.
Count Nigella Fraser, who was holding his hand at the time, and Marquis Aster Fraser, who had gone to the Borders and had had no contact with him at all.
In the end, everything will be stolen by the younger brother they ignored.
Tulia Fraser.
I feel bad about being my father's daughter!
He wanted to smile but he couldn't.
He acted with a serious and solemn expression.
While Lilius was paying attention to controlling his facial expressions, he was only raising the magic tool.
“Oh, wait a minute.”
Tulia suddenly raised her hand.
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