# 68 - 68
Amid the turbulent crowd, the first to speak was Duke Ergan, a member of the Senate.
“Leon Young Master.”
Since he was certain to be nominated as Senate President, the other nobles, even those directly belonging to the Fraser lineage, could not ignore him so easily.
“It's not good to act on emotions.”
"Yes."
Leon Fraser replied as he pulled the bowstring back forcefully.
“I understand.”
Everyone thinks he's going to beat Tullia.
Viscount Lilius too, and Nigella too.
As evidence of this, they only pretend to stop it but do not actually intervene.
Instead of…
“Shouldn't we stop him?”
“Miss Tulia seems very critical indeed.”
“Oh… If the Grand Duke returns, it could turn into a real disaster…!”
The disturbed voices of the other nobles flowed into his ears as the forest wind blew.
Why?
He couldn't understand.
Yes. He had neglected Tullia all this time.
He actually treated others more hospitably.
But to this extent, why?
Why do they think I'll hit her?
Have you really been that far...
Was that harsh on her?
To that child?
Even as he doubted himself, he already knew the answer.
Leon Fraser had a strong dislike for Tulia Fraser.
Unlike Lycian, who graciously ignored Tullia's misdeeds, Leon openly displayed disgust towards Tullia.
He knew.
This was not behavior befitting an older brother.
Knowing this, he hated that child so much that he couldn't stand it.
Even when Lycian warned him to stop, he wanted to torture her.
When she behaved badly, he would yell at her, and when she would slap his cheek, he would get angrier.
Even when they attended outdoor parties alone, he completely refused to accompany Tulia.
Tullia would enter alone, holding her nose proud, but a woman who had no man to accompany her would inevitably become the subject of ridicule.
He knew but he pretended not to see.
When Tulia was making trouble with him, he would respond louder.
There were times when Tullia angrily slapped Leon's cheek.
Their relationship was very bad.
“Everything she loved was taken from her.”
A fishing competition that was held several years ago.
The subject of the day was a silver wolf the size of a house, which had allegedly wandered in from somewhere.
A monster descended on the village, causing massive damage, and had to be caught.
Everyone was looking forward to obtaining the luxurious silver leather that was difficult to obtain even with money.
Oh, my God! Young Leon caught that wolf!
“As I expected, I knew it would be him!”
“So, does this wolf skin belong to Young Master Leon?”
“Since Young Master Leon doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, shouldn’t he, according to custom, give her to Miss Tulia?”
"Someone is lucky. To have Leon Fraser as a brother and to have such a wonderful treasure."
Tullia also desperately wanted the silver wolf fur.
You could tell by the way her eyes, which usually caused trouble at the sight of him, were unusually sparkling.
Moreover, since everyone was whispering that Tulia would receive it, she seemed to have expectations as well.
Soft, rare and warm silver fur.
Beautiful and magnificent wolf fur that can withstand even the bitter cold in the middle of winter.
It was ridiculous.
How she would usually slap his cheek and hurl insults at him, but the moment she wanted something, she would immediately smile like a tender girl.
How disgusting that demonstration was.
Yes. He found that disgusting.
Tulia Fraser was the worst.
Think this way.
He gave it as alms to a lady sitting farthest from Tullia.
It was an act done with the vague knowledge that she was a lady who had once quarreled with Tullia, and pulled each other's hair.
He met Tullia again an hour later.
As expected from her obnoxious nature, she got into a huge argument with the lady who received the fur from him, and pulled her hair.
They said they caught him.
After a slight argument, she fell.
Perhaps there was a stone, as the dress she was wearing became blood-stained at the knee area.
There were only a few ladies in that place, and none of them helped Tulia up.
They looked a little surprised, but they were wearing slight, satisfied smiles.
He thought the worst of it was that Leon himself was passing through that place.
Because when the ladies saw him coming, they ran away from the place as if they were running away.
That time when they were alone for a short time in that vast forest.
Tulia Fraser sat with her knee covered in blood, an exasperated expression on her face.
“What bad luck.”
Tullia, who was looking at him, bit her lip.
“Can you take those looks away? When you look at me, I feel so bad.”
“Ha. Okay.”
Leon Fraser pulled the reins on his horse.
“I'm going to get lost like I said, so try crawling back on your own.”
Then he actually abandoned Tulia Fraser and left.
Without even getting off his horse.
At the banquet that was held the next day, Tullia succeeded in beating that woman until she almost killed her.
She also dipped several other ladies in oak barrels.
So she was severely reprimanded by her grandfather and sentenced to house arrest, Viscount Lilius told him with a sigh.
If only he had helped Tullia up then.
Was she going to stay quietly in her room receiving treatment for her knee injury?
It was impossible to know.
But that incident kept occupying my mind.
I tried to send medical materials.
But all that remained was a basket of ashes from the burned medical materials.
[Get out of my face.]
With a short message. No, with a short note.
I'm slowly waking up from my past.
“…”
In the distance, I stare at Tulia Fraser as she sits in her wheelchair, staring at me.
She usually ignored me and pretended she didn't see me.
But recently I noticed that Tolya's perception has become abnormally sharp, even unnaturally sharp.
You know that too, don't you?
The fact that I can hit you.
Just as everyone gathered here believed.
But still, why did you entrust me with the bow?
Why?
Do you trust me?
Have you already forgotten that I poured the ashes of burnt letters on your head?
Or maybe, because I'm still your big brother.
Do you trust me?
“…This is unbelievable.”
I mumble quietly.
“You must hit the apples accurately. Leon Fraser.”
When Count Nigella Fraser saw the arrowhead pointing slightly downward, she issued a calm warning.
“Yes. Aunt Nigella.”
Even as I answered, it was ridiculous.
How could these words be something a caring uncle would say about his nephew's life?
It's warning me that I might run into somewhere else entirely.
It's not me who wants to hit you, it's these people.
“Well, these people...”
“…”
It was not Anna and Lycian who were alone among these people, but Tulia Fraser.
“…”
Even in this position, Tullia raised her chin as if she would die proudly even if death came.
It looked like a small fish puffing itself up as much as possible in front of its natural enemy.
silly.
Whether she trusts me, or thinks I have at least some basic decency.
Either way, after they entrusted me with the bow.
They show no trace of submissiveness, friendliness, or non-mischief.
It was funny that she did not reveal even a single hint of such matters.
It was funny, and I felt very frustrated.
Leon Fraser's arrowhead moved precisely towards Tulia's head.
The eyes of the knights who knew the weapons well widened, and Viscount Lilius's hidden smile deepened at that moment.
Swoosh!
The moment the arrow penetrates the wind.
“…”
“…”
“…”
The crushed apples and the surroundings were silent as if cold water had been poured over them.
Leon Fraser, who violently threw the magic bow device to the mages, came forward and spoke.
“There are no flaws in the magic tool.”
“…”
“Little uncle, Tedric. You two are too cruel to my little sister.”
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