“It’s so annoying...”
Sigh!
The flashy-dressed man who spat on the dirt floor frowned as he looked up at the dingy mansion in front of him.
A cursed mansion where a fallen noble family lives.
Its status is as sinister and unsettling as the rumors abound.
The tree that had been blocking the entrance until recently had indeed disappeared as rumored, but despite this, the unique atmosphere of the mansion was very gloomy.
Wouldn’t ghosts that weren’t there before come to the temple and live there?
This was Viscount Lawton's thought when he first saw the exterior of Illeston Manor.
When Viscount Lawton seemed to be in a bad mood, the merchant who had personally brought him here broke into a cold sweat and tried his best to laugh.
“Haha, that’s right! How dare a fallen noble call out a busy Viscount! He is the Grand Duke who doesn't even know the topic! Does the lost power come back just by removing a tree at the entrance?”
Viscount Lawton grinned and shouted as if he was in a good mood at the words of the upper-class owner, who flattered him to his heart's content.
“Uh-huh! Hey man, be careful what you say!”
“Yes, yes?”
“What are you going to do if someone who owns a top company is so careless?”
The merchant, who was startled by the sudden shouting, immediately noticed the raised corners of Viscount Lawton's mouth and realized that he was mocking him.
The corners of the upper management's mouth also rose in a mean-spirited manner.
Viscount Lawton shouted again.
“Who are we? Who are we to see in front of the Grand Duke's estate? I know. The more true the more you should be careful when you say it. Maybe I don't know. Maybe there are several hidden ears?"
“Oh, I’m sorry! Would you have been so angry that you had called the Viscount, who was so busy just to discuss opening up trade, to such a shabby place? If you want to receive financial support, you have to come and ask for it in person!”
Of course, he said this knowing that Kelle, the head butler who came to greet him from behind the mansion's entrance, was listening.
It was a kind of complaint against the Grand Duke, a fallen noble with no power, who had made him walk here.
Normally, the Viscount's current actions would definitely be high treason, but isn't the opponent the Illeston family of the border?
'Who cares?'
What if someone from the royal family saw this in person?
Viscount Lawton and the Lord of the Merchant looked at each other and laughed. Then the Lord of merchant bowed her head deeply.
“Then I will go. Please say something refreshing and come, Viscount.”
Sometimes money stands taller than the title.
A case like today would be one of those days.
Viscount Lawton grinned and motioned to the owner to return quickly, and the owner showed excessive courtesy to the end and then got back into the carriage.
“I will send someone in time for you to come out.”
“Hehe, do whatever you want.”
When Viscount Lawton finished his conversation and stopped at the entrance of the mansion, the door opened as if he had been waiting.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Viscount Lawton.”
“It’s a little late.”
Viscount Lawton spoke arrogantly and looked the butler up and down.
'This mansion is also a place where the living live.'
He knew it, but the people who used it were more ordinary than he thought. He heard that not long ago, the tree at the entrance ate up any people it saw, leading to an isolated life.
So, there were rumors that the people of the Illestone family were already dead and only their ghosts were wandering around, or that the corpses were raised using black magic instead of the users.
But when he came in...
The deacon in front of him and the surrounding scenery were very ordinary.
No, it was much more ideal and neat than an ordinary noble family. In addition, the old butler who came to greet him was very neat and polite, as if he was well educated.
It wasn't just anyone who picked it up and wrote it.
Nothing was as he imagined, so he felt rather disappointed.
“My name is Butler Kelle, Viscount Lawton. I will guide you to where the Master is.”
“Please do me a favor.”
The old deacon, who bowed his head to him, carried out the task he had to do without any hesitation, even though he must have felt the conversation the Viscount and the owner of the merchant were having earlier and the eyes looking at him.
Kelle took the lead and guided him to where the Grand Duke and his wife were. Viscount Lawton followed him and was busy looking around the shady mansion of which there were a lot of rumors.
“It’s very well maintained. It’s a nice mansion.”
"Of course. Isn’t it the Grand Duke’s mansion? We are always trying to create a space that is free of intrusions.”
"Huh."
Grand Duke. Is the title of Grand Duke of any use now?
Th Viscount laughed openly and checked the deacon's expression, but the deacon just walked away as if he didn't hear his laughter or even felt his gaze.
Viscount Lawton's lips became pouty.
Now that he looks at it, it doesn't seem normal at all. The head butler did his job without an expression, like a doll, and when he looked around, it was strangely quiet and the only person he could see in this gorgeous space was the head butler.
The only people in this space are the expressionless head deacon and himself.
After realizing this, he felt something strange, but fortunately, before the feeling of strangeness turned into fear, he was able to arrive at the reception room where the Grand Duke and his wife would be.
knock knock.
"Come in."
The deacon knocked on the door, and the voice of a younger man than expected was heard from inside the reception room.
Then Viscount Lawton, who was always relaxed and sarcastic, unknowingly put away his clothes.
Although he had ignored the Illeston family, he was secretly nervous when he heard about meeting them.
Even though he had no real power, the Grand Duke was by far the highest-ranking nobleman that Viscount Lawton had ever met.
There is a feeling of intimidation that comes from a title.
Moreover, he is the owner of a family surrounded by all kinds of rumors and secrets.
For the 300 years that the Illeston family was cursed and imprisoned in the mansion, they were shunned by the imperial family and nobles, so of course he is the first noble to meet the current Grand Duke in person.
He didn't know what the Grand Duke looked like or what his personality was, and there were rumors that he had been practicing black magic for generations, so he couldn't help but feel nervous.
'As expected, I came to the territory for no reason.'
He only stopped by the Illeston estate briefly to meet an informant, but when the Grand Duke of Ilestone found out about his visit, he quickly sent an invitation.
The Grand Duke invited him, so he couldn't go. It was an annoying and tactless family in many ways.
Dalkak-
Kelle opened the door to the reception room, and the sight of Grand Duke Illeston and his wife finally came into Viscount Lawton's field of vision.
“Welcome.”
“Nice to meet you, Your Highness. And Her Highness the Grand Duchess.”
Viscount Lawton greeted them politely and smiled as if he had never laughed at them before.
His eyes quickly scanned the two people.
A silver-haired young man with a pale and fiercely stiff complexion. And a young woman with a similarly pale complexion but a relatively softer look than the man.
His first impression of the Illeston couple when he met them was that they were ‘as beautiful as a picture.’
A cool beauty that cannot be called ordinary even with empty words, and seems like something out of a cruel fairy tale.
They were the only couple in this mansion who gave off an atmosphere as strange and mysterious as the rumors said.
“...You are younger than I thought. Huh!”
Viscount Lawton spoke without realizing it and immediately lowered his head in surprise.
"Sorry. It was very different from what I thought. I never meant this in a bad way.”
He originally didn't plan on being this polite, but strangely, when he saw him, he found himself being polite without even realizing it.
Did he implicitly feel fear as he was alone with those people he was talking about?
Then, Grand Duke Illeston slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said.
“To ordinary nobles, I seem to be the young head of the family.”
"Yes?"
“In our family, it is common for a young man to become the head of the family.”
What does that mean? Viscount Lawton tilted his head.
“Family tradition... Is that something like that?”
Grand Duke Illeston shook his head.
“Usually the heads of our family die young due to a curse.”
“...”
Viscount Lawton's mouth fell shut when he saw Grand Duke Illeston smiling and talking casually.
Is this a boring joke?
However, Grand Duke Illeston was only laughing and did not correct what he said, saying it was a joke.
Goosebumps appeared all over his body.
Yes. The two people he is currently talking to are cursed people, even though they look fine on the outside.
These were people who were still experiencing a curse.
Then a soft laugh was heard. Grand Duchess Florier was smiling at him, covering her mouth with her hand.
“The Grand Duke is not good at telling jokes. Don't worry, Viscount. It’s an ordinary mansion where nothing special happens if you watch your behavior.”
Haha, hoho, in front of the Illeston couple laughing harmoniously, Viscount Lawton couldn't help but smile.
This is because, unlike the raised eyes of the two people having a very friendly conversation, they did not smile at all.
A cursed mansion where a fallen noble family lives.
Its status is as sinister and unsettling as the rumors abound.
The tree that had been blocking the entrance until recently had indeed disappeared as rumored, but despite this, the unique atmosphere of the mansion was very gloomy.
Wouldn’t ghosts that weren’t there before come to the temple and live there?
This was Viscount Lawton's thought when he first saw the exterior of Illeston Manor.
When Viscount Lawton seemed to be in a bad mood, the merchant who had personally brought him here broke into a cold sweat and tried his best to laugh.
“Haha, that’s right! How dare a fallen noble call out a busy Viscount! He is the Grand Duke who doesn't even know the topic! Does the lost power come back just by removing a tree at the entrance?”
Viscount Lawton grinned and shouted as if he was in a good mood at the words of the upper-class owner, who flattered him to his heart's content.
“Uh-huh! Hey man, be careful what you say!”
“Yes, yes?”
“What are you going to do if someone who owns a top company is so careless?”
The merchant, who was startled by the sudden shouting, immediately noticed the raised corners of Viscount Lawton's mouth and realized that he was mocking him.
The corners of the upper management's mouth also rose in a mean-spirited manner.
Viscount Lawton shouted again.
“Who are we? Who are we to see in front of the Grand Duke's estate? I know. The more true the more you should be careful when you say it. Maybe I don't know. Maybe there are several hidden ears?"
“Oh, I’m sorry! Would you have been so angry that you had called the Viscount, who was so busy just to discuss opening up trade, to such a shabby place? If you want to receive financial support, you have to come and ask for it in person!”
Of course, he said this knowing that Kelle, the head butler who came to greet him from behind the mansion's entrance, was listening.
It was a kind of complaint against the Grand Duke, a fallen noble with no power, who had made him walk here.
Normally, the Viscount's current actions would definitely be high treason, but isn't the opponent the Illeston family of the border?
'Who cares?'
What if someone from the royal family saw this in person?
Viscount Lawton and the Lord of the Merchant looked at each other and laughed. Then the Lord of merchant bowed her head deeply.
“Then I will go. Please say something refreshing and come, Viscount.”
Sometimes money stands taller than the title.
A case like today would be one of those days.
Viscount Lawton grinned and motioned to the owner to return quickly, and the owner showed excessive courtesy to the end and then got back into the carriage.
“I will send someone in time for you to come out.”
“Hehe, do whatever you want.”
When Viscount Lawton finished his conversation and stopped at the entrance of the mansion, the door opened as if he had been waiting.
“I’ve been waiting for you, Viscount Lawton.”
“It’s a little late.”
Viscount Lawton spoke arrogantly and looked the butler up and down.
'This mansion is also a place where the living live.'
He knew it, but the people who used it were more ordinary than he thought. He heard that not long ago, the tree at the entrance ate up any people it saw, leading to an isolated life.
So, there were rumors that the people of the Illestone family were already dead and only their ghosts were wandering around, or that the corpses were raised using black magic instead of the users.
But when he came in...
The deacon in front of him and the surrounding scenery were very ordinary.
No, it was much more ideal and neat than an ordinary noble family. In addition, the old butler who came to greet him was very neat and polite, as if he was well educated.
It wasn't just anyone who picked it up and wrote it.
Nothing was as he imagined, so he felt rather disappointed.
“My name is Butler Kelle, Viscount Lawton. I will guide you to where the Master is.”
“Please do me a favor.”
The old deacon, who bowed his head to him, carried out the task he had to do without any hesitation, even though he must have felt the conversation the Viscount and the owner of the merchant were having earlier and the eyes looking at him.
Kelle took the lead and guided him to where the Grand Duke and his wife were. Viscount Lawton followed him and was busy looking around the shady mansion of which there were a lot of rumors.
“It’s very well maintained. It’s a nice mansion.”
"Of course. Isn’t it the Grand Duke’s mansion? We are always trying to create a space that is free of intrusions.”
"Huh."
Grand Duke. Is the title of Grand Duke of any use now?
Th Viscount laughed openly and checked the deacon's expression, but the deacon just walked away as if he didn't hear his laughter or even felt his gaze.
Viscount Lawton's lips became pouty.
Now that he looks at it, it doesn't seem normal at all. The head butler did his job without an expression, like a doll, and when he looked around, it was strangely quiet and the only person he could see in this gorgeous space was the head butler.
The only people in this space are the expressionless head deacon and himself.
After realizing this, he felt something strange, but fortunately, before the feeling of strangeness turned into fear, he was able to arrive at the reception room where the Grand Duke and his wife would be.
knock knock.
"Come in."
The deacon knocked on the door, and the voice of a younger man than expected was heard from inside the reception room.
Then Viscount Lawton, who was always relaxed and sarcastic, unknowingly put away his clothes.
Although he had ignored the Illeston family, he was secretly nervous when he heard about meeting them.
Even though he had no real power, the Grand Duke was by far the highest-ranking nobleman that Viscount Lawton had ever met.
There is a feeling of intimidation that comes from a title.
Moreover, he is the owner of a family surrounded by all kinds of rumors and secrets.
For the 300 years that the Illeston family was cursed and imprisoned in the mansion, they were shunned by the imperial family and nobles, so of course he is the first noble to meet the current Grand Duke in person.
He didn't know what the Grand Duke looked like or what his personality was, and there were rumors that he had been practicing black magic for generations, so he couldn't help but feel nervous.
'As expected, I came to the territory for no reason.'
He only stopped by the Illeston estate briefly to meet an informant, but when the Grand Duke of Ilestone found out about his visit, he quickly sent an invitation.
The Grand Duke invited him, so he couldn't go. It was an annoying and tactless family in many ways.
Dalkak-
Kelle opened the door to the reception room, and the sight of Grand Duke Illeston and his wife finally came into Viscount Lawton's field of vision.
“Welcome.”
“Nice to meet you, Your Highness. And Her Highness the Grand Duchess.”
Viscount Lawton greeted them politely and smiled as if he had never laughed at them before.
His eyes quickly scanned the two people.
A silver-haired young man with a pale and fiercely stiff complexion. And a young woman with a similarly pale complexion but a relatively softer look than the man.
His first impression of the Illeston couple when he met them was that they were ‘as beautiful as a picture.’
A cool beauty that cannot be called ordinary even with empty words, and seems like something out of a cruel fairy tale.
They were the only couple in this mansion who gave off an atmosphere as strange and mysterious as the rumors said.
“...You are younger than I thought. Huh!”
Viscount Lawton spoke without realizing it and immediately lowered his head in surprise.
"Sorry. It was very different from what I thought. I never meant this in a bad way.”
He originally didn't plan on being this polite, but strangely, when he saw him, he found himself being polite without even realizing it.
Did he implicitly feel fear as he was alone with those people he was talking about?
Then, Grand Duke Illeston slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said.
“To ordinary nobles, I seem to be the young head of the family.”
"Yes?"
“In our family, it is common for a young man to become the head of the family.”
What does that mean? Viscount Lawton tilted his head.
“Family tradition... Is that something like that?”
Grand Duke Illeston shook his head.
“Usually the heads of our family die young due to a curse.”
“...”
Viscount Lawton's mouth fell shut when he saw Grand Duke Illeston smiling and talking casually.
Is this a boring joke?
However, Grand Duke Illeston was only laughing and did not correct what he said, saying it was a joke.
Goosebumps appeared all over his body.
Yes. The two people he is currently talking to are cursed people, even though they look fine on the outside.
These were people who were still experiencing a curse.
Then a soft laugh was heard. Grand Duchess Florier was smiling at him, covering her mouth with her hand.
“The Grand Duke is not good at telling jokes. Don't worry, Viscount. It’s an ordinary mansion where nothing special happens if you watch your behavior.”
Haha, hoho, in front of the Illeston couple laughing harmoniously, Viscount Lawton couldn't help but smile.
This is because, unlike the raised eyes of the two people having a very friendly conversation, they did not smile at all.
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