What is so great about the wisdom obtained through the magic of the Falcon is that the King's extramarital son would be put on the family register with such a flag.
The King's extramarital son could be given a better title by various channels if he wanted to.
But Eleanor is a farmer's daughter, and she didn't know much about that.
All she knew was the time her late husband had struggled and worked to earn a title.
The former Viscount spent a great deal of money to be invited to a social gathering of the nobility and paid all his attention to it.
For Eleanor, who had seen this, her husband's hard-earned title was too important and precious.
'What a title my husband and I have earned and built a family!'
But the thought that she could lose everything to her cheating daughter-in-law made her blood rise upside down.
"How vicious and greedy! Don't think about it, stay close to Isaac. I'm going to make sure he's on Isaac's family registry anyway."
I have to protect my family.
Eleanor had a mission to protect her husband and the family they had worked so hard for.
***
By that evening, Bridget had arrived at the Winston mansion.
Cedric rushed out and whispered.
"Ma'am, things are not going well right now. The eldest lady is furious about what she heard from Mrs. Bellingham, and she is stirring up the employees."
Bridget patted Cedric on the shoulder as if to tell him not to worry.
"The butler has a lot of trouble. Thank you for keeping me informed of the situation of the mansion. Oh, I've got a guest."
"Guests?"
"Will you entertain her until I tell you, and then bring her to where I am when I give you a signal?"
"Oh... Yes, I see."
"Oh, and Isaac, so when Isaac arrives, send him to me."
Isaac was out of town when he received a call from Bridget and was running over.
Cedric was bewildered.
The sudden arrival of a guest.
Anyway, to do as she was told, he opened the carriage door and greeted the guests.
Cedric's eyes widened when he confirmed the identity of the guest. It was a familiar face.
***
Bridget turned to Eleanor.
Eleanor was wandering the halls, brushing the dust with her hand and wiping the maids.
"Very bad, sucks! This is how the mansion looks. Are you even cleaning? Without a hostess, the mansion doesn't make sense!"
"I swept and mopped again this morning..."
"Have you deceived me, now? I don't think I know if it's dust that's a few days old or if it's dust that's sitting today, so you're telling a blatant lie?"
"It's true."
"You! Who do you dare to talk to?"
Eleanor flashed her hand.
The maid squeezed her eyes shut, thinking she was going to be slapped.
But nothing happened.
"Mother, I don't want you to raise your hand to my maids in my absence."
Bridget grabbed Eleanor's wrist to block it.
Eleanor's eyes lit up when she spotted Bridget.
"You've come to the right place!"
Bridget frowned at Eleanor's harsh tone.
No matter when she heard it, she couldn't get used to it.
Moreover, raising one's voice in front of the maids like a street fight undermined one's authority.
Most of the older employees of Winston Manor had been there since Eleanor was hostess here.
Eleanor spent far more time with the employees of Winston Manor than Bridget, but she did not encompass them until she stepped down as hostess.
She had no idea how to deal with the servants of the noble mansions.
Bridget thought she just had to use evil and slap their hands to make them work like they do now.
Such an attitude was not applied to employees but to the daughter-in-law as well.
"You can't play the role of a hostess properly, and you're distracted by another man, so this shows your family looks! You're determined to tear the house apart!"
"Calm down. Don't do this here, let's go to the parlor."
"Calm? Do I look calm now? My daughter-in-law had an affair or moved in with another man, and I look calm now?"
Eleanor's actions in the sense that the other man was the King would have been subject to blasphemy of royalty, but she was ignorant.
Eleanor stabbed Bridget in the eye.
She didn't understand that it was a formal government contract.
What kind of formula is attached to the concubine?
And why doesn't Isaac throw Bridget out?
"I don't know what you've been whispering to my son and you're still attached to my family, but now that I've found out about it, it's all over! Do you think I'm going to leave you alone?"
When she asked her who had learned this act of going on a rampage and not caring about the gaze of her employees, the answer was in front of her.
Bridget looked at Eleanor without blinking.
"What if you don't stand still? What can you do? My mother is annoyed and you have to take care of the brother, and Isaac looks at you like he doesn't know."
"What, what?"
"Isn't that right? Otherwise, why did you get kicked out of your eldest son's house, who you raised so badly because he was different from other children, and stay with your younger son? Did you think I wouldn't know?"
Isaac was ashamed of Eleanor, who came from a commoner background.
He was disgusted by the uncultured behavior of his ignorant and uneducated mother.
It was ridiculous. He had forgotten that he had been born into Eleanor's body, thinking that he was born into a noble family. In addition, he had no idea that his behavior resembled his mother's.
Eleanor lived in the house of her younger son, Benjamin, because Isaac noticed his mother and drove her away.
Eleanor, who had been pricked in a sore spot, huffed and reached for Bridget.
"I want it to be two years! Do you think you've become a Queen after being a King's concubine? You're insane! You have to be beaten to come to your senses!"
Bridget could have dodged, but she didn't dodge and gave Eleanor her hair.
What would an old woman who was weak hold on to her hair? A few strands of hair will be pulled out.
But Eleanor will pray her price for it.
Bridget wasn't afraid, so the black knight didn't show up either.
The maids, who had been watching from the sidelines, tore Eleanor apart as their flagship.
"Don't do this! Big Madam, let this go!"
"Say it!"
"It's all in one piece!"
The four women were intertwined and screaming, causing a great commotion in the hallway.
The sound reached Isaac, who had just entered the front door.
Feeling foreboding, Isaac rushed over, witnessed the scene, and roared.
"What are you doing, Mother!"
"Isaac..."
Eleanor flinched and looked at Isaac.
Isaac huffed over and pulled Eleanor away from Bridget.
The momentum was so fierce that Eleanor slammed her ass helplessly on the floor.
"Ouch!"
"Why don't you come here without saying a word and make a fuss? I told you to go back today! Why aren't you still here and making a fuss here? Yes?"
Isaac didn't pay attention to Eleanor, who was grunting on the floor, and looked at Bridget.
"Are you alright, Bridget? Are you hurt? Look at your face, there are nail marks here! It's a big deal. Get a doctor right now!"
The slight pressure on Bridget's forehead made Isaac shudder.
He was anxious that Julian would discover Bridget's wounds.
Eleanor looked at her son in vain.
The firstborn son whom she raised is more precious than her own life...
Even when she was kicked out of her second son's house, Eleanor didn't feel this way.
She rationalized that she was going out on her own so as not to be a burden to her son, who was going to do a big job.
But now she could clearly see how much Isaac looked down on her.
It felt like a big hole was being punched in her chest.
Bridget, who knew Isaac was about to come at this point, looked at Eleanor with pity.
Eleanor, who had been so terrifying in her past life, was just a foolish, helpless old woman.
To Eleanor, a son was more precious than a thousand pieces of gold, but to Isaac, his mother was nothing.
She still thought she had power, but when she realized it was all an illusion, Eleanor's eyes lost their light and turned black.
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