Episode 61. Sweet Swallowed, Bitter Spitted Out
The Marquis of Bled was very close to Tercia. That was until the Marquis of Bled died.
'You've caught all this bad energy. Why did you come here to make me feel bad?'
Tercia was always polite to the Marchioness of Bled, who held a higher position than her. The Marchioness of Bled cherished Tercia's affection.
However, there was no need to be close to the Marchioness of Bled, who had lost her husband and was now useless.
Tercia glared at the Marchioness of Bled. The Marchioness of Bled, too, wore a piercing coldness in her gaze.
An invisible spark flew between the two women.
They had been on a collision course, but now they were merely exchanging murderous glances.
"Tercia, I believed something unavoidable had happened to you, not coming to my husband's funeral."
The Marchioness Bled swallowed a bitter smile as she saw Tercia glaring at her with an arrogant gaze, as if she were about to kill her.
It was the first time the Marchioness Bled had seen Tercia since her husband's death.
Tercia hadn't even sent a letter, let alone shown her face.
The Marchioness Bled truly cherished Tercia.
To her, Tercia was a true friend, someone who would embrace her in times of sorrow and share her joys.
However, the Marchioness Bled was the only one who felt this way. Tercia had merely wagged her tail out of necessity.
Tercia, feeling that the Marchioness Bled, now alone, was of no use to her, quickly cut ties with her.
'What would you do if you glared at me? A widow, left alone?'
Tercia glared at the Marchioness Bled with a mocking sneer.
'Duke Flice abandoned the Marquis Bled family a long time ago.'
There was no longer any need to wag her tail to impress the Marchioness of Bled.
He was dead, and the Marchioness was reduced to a pitiful state.
“Oh, come on, look at me. I haven’t given you any aid.”
Tercia gestured to a servant and whispered in his ear. The servant bowed to Tercia, left, and soon returned with a blank check.
“You came here for the money, right? I’ll make sure you don’t miss it, Sister. I heard the Marquis of Bled made quite a lot of money while he was alive, didn’t he? And the imperial family will soon confiscate his assets... Are you okay?”
Tercia humiliated the Marchioness of Bled as if to show her off.
“Oh my, is that true?”
“I guess so. Countess Wence is quite the information-savvy.”
“I feel bad for you.”
The noblewomen whispered among themselves.
Her husband’s death was already heartbreaking, but hearing her beloved younger sister insult her made her tremble with shame.
Tercia wrote 10 million res on a blank check. Ten million res was a small sum for her.
Tercia stood up, approached the Marchioness, and placed the check on her chest.
“As your sister, I can’t just pass you by. If you need help, come see me anytime. Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay me back.”
“Tercia!”
Tercia ignored the Marchioness Bled, shouting at her and gesturing to one of the knights.
As the knight approached, Tercia gestured to the Marchioness Bled and said,
“Please escort her respectfully.”
Tercia shooed her away. As she was dragged out by the knight, the Marchioness tore up the check Tercia had given her and tossed it to the floor.
Tercia, watching, shook her head and sat down.
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this when you have no money. You don’t need to show off your pride.”
She spoke to the ladies with a gentle expression, as if nothing had happened.
“Shall we continue our conversation?”
The ladies were disgusted by Tercia’s attitude, which had changed as easily as flipping a coin, but no one showed any such emotion.
Until then, Tercia had not realized that the blade she had thrown would return like a boomerang.
A few days later.
Rose’s expression had brightened significantly.
It must have been because she had been given the trump card called ‘Serun.’
Serun, who had arrived with Jane, had suddenly knelt before Rose. She could not describe how surprised she was to see Serun apologize for deceiving her all this time.
“It was truly unexpected. Serun was Cedric’s subordinate.”
And... he was Cedric’s secret son.
Rose was more surprised to find out that he was Cedric’s son than to find out that he had deceived her.
'You don’t look alike at all...'
Serun had a completely different appearance from Eric, who resembled Cedric.
"The enemy is close by, they say. The elders never said anything wrong.'
Though she resented Serun for deceiving her with his innocent face, Rose forgave him.
His past was pitiful, but more than that, it was because the information Serun had brought her was quite useful.
Now, Cedric's schemes weren't scary at all.
"Things are going smoothly. I hope this luck continues in business."
Rose muttered to herself as she lay in bed.
She wanted to end this life-or-death struggle with the Grand Duke and focus solely on her business.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Rose's vision shifted to an old wooden ceiling.
With traces of water leaking here and there, it was incomparably more dilapidated than Count Wence's residence.
However, she didn't particularly dislike it. It was better than the cramped one-room apartment of her previous life.
Rose closed her eyes and slowly swept the creaking bed away.
'... If my business succeeds, the first thing I should do is buy my parents a mansion.'
She wanted to buy Rose's parents a comfortable mansion, not a run-down one. After spending only a few days with them, they already felt like her own parents.
Then, the sound of horseshoes could be heard outside the window.
"Oh, you're here already?"
Rose got up, thinking it was Count Serviat and his wife.
She ran to the door and threw it open.
"You're here..."
Rose, who was about to greet Count Serviat and his wife with a bright expression, hardened when she saw the person standing outside.
It was Eric.
"...Why are you here?"
Rose frowned and looked at Eric. What more could he have said after his wedding to his new wife?
Could he have come to personally deliver her belongings that remained at Count Wence's house?
Rose glanced over Eric's shoulder. A few escorts were visible in front of the carriage, but not a single one was carrying Rose's luggage.
"Why are you here?"
Rose crossed her arms and glared at Eric.
Eric stared at Rose with an arrogant expression and knocked on the creaking door. Then he looked around the shabby mansion. He frowned and muttered irritably,
"No matter how many times I come, I can never get used to this shabby place."
"Enough with the nonsense, tell me why you're here."
The Marquis of Bled was very close to Tercia. That was until the Marquis of Bled died.
'You've caught all this bad energy. Why did you come here to make me feel bad?'
Tercia was always polite to the Marchioness of Bled, who held a higher position than her. The Marchioness of Bled cherished Tercia's affection.
However, there was no need to be close to the Marchioness of Bled, who had lost her husband and was now useless.
Tercia glared at the Marchioness of Bled. The Marchioness of Bled, too, wore a piercing coldness in her gaze.
An invisible spark flew between the two women.
They had been on a collision course, but now they were merely exchanging murderous glances.
"Tercia, I believed something unavoidable had happened to you, not coming to my husband's funeral."
The Marchioness Bled swallowed a bitter smile as she saw Tercia glaring at her with an arrogant gaze, as if she were about to kill her.
It was the first time the Marchioness Bled had seen Tercia since her husband's death.
Tercia hadn't even sent a letter, let alone shown her face.
The Marchioness Bled truly cherished Tercia.
To her, Tercia was a true friend, someone who would embrace her in times of sorrow and share her joys.
However, the Marchioness Bled was the only one who felt this way. Tercia had merely wagged her tail out of necessity.
Tercia, feeling that the Marchioness Bled, now alone, was of no use to her, quickly cut ties with her.
'What would you do if you glared at me? A widow, left alone?'
Tercia glared at the Marchioness Bled with a mocking sneer.
'Duke Flice abandoned the Marquis Bled family a long time ago.'
There was no longer any need to wag her tail to impress the Marchioness of Bled.
He was dead, and the Marchioness was reduced to a pitiful state.
“Oh, come on, look at me. I haven’t given you any aid.”
Tercia gestured to a servant and whispered in his ear. The servant bowed to Tercia, left, and soon returned with a blank check.
“You came here for the money, right? I’ll make sure you don’t miss it, Sister. I heard the Marquis of Bled made quite a lot of money while he was alive, didn’t he? And the imperial family will soon confiscate his assets... Are you okay?”
Tercia humiliated the Marchioness of Bled as if to show her off.
“Oh my, is that true?”
“I guess so. Countess Wence is quite the information-savvy.”
“I feel bad for you.”
The noblewomen whispered among themselves.
Her husband’s death was already heartbreaking, but hearing her beloved younger sister insult her made her tremble with shame.
Tercia wrote 10 million res on a blank check. Ten million res was a small sum for her.
Tercia stood up, approached the Marchioness, and placed the check on her chest.
“As your sister, I can’t just pass you by. If you need help, come see me anytime. Don’t worry, you don’t have to pay me back.”
“Tercia!”
Tercia ignored the Marchioness Bled, shouting at her and gesturing to one of the knights.
As the knight approached, Tercia gestured to the Marchioness Bled and said,
“Please escort her respectfully.”
Tercia shooed her away. As she was dragged out by the knight, the Marchioness tore up the check Tercia had given her and tossed it to the floor.
Tercia, watching, shook her head and sat down.
“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this when you have no money. You don’t need to show off your pride.”
She spoke to the ladies with a gentle expression, as if nothing had happened.
“Shall we continue our conversation?”
The ladies were disgusted by Tercia’s attitude, which had changed as easily as flipping a coin, but no one showed any such emotion.
Until then, Tercia had not realized that the blade she had thrown would return like a boomerang.
***
A few days later.
Rose’s expression had brightened significantly.
It must have been because she had been given the trump card called ‘Serun.’
Serun, who had arrived with Jane, had suddenly knelt before Rose. She could not describe how surprised she was to see Serun apologize for deceiving her all this time.
“It was truly unexpected. Serun was Cedric’s subordinate.”
And... he was Cedric’s secret son.
Rose was more surprised to find out that he was Cedric’s son than to find out that he had deceived her.
'You don’t look alike at all...'
Serun had a completely different appearance from Eric, who resembled Cedric.
"The enemy is close by, they say. The elders never said anything wrong.'
Though she resented Serun for deceiving her with his innocent face, Rose forgave him.
His past was pitiful, but more than that, it was because the information Serun had brought her was quite useful.
Now, Cedric's schemes weren't scary at all.
"Things are going smoothly. I hope this luck continues in business."
Rose muttered to herself as she lay in bed.
She wanted to end this life-or-death struggle with the Grand Duke and focus solely on her business.
Staring blankly at the ceiling, Rose's vision shifted to an old wooden ceiling.
With traces of water leaking here and there, it was incomparably more dilapidated than Count Wence's residence.
However, she didn't particularly dislike it. It was better than the cramped one-room apartment of her previous life.
Rose closed her eyes and slowly swept the creaking bed away.
'... If my business succeeds, the first thing I should do is buy my parents a mansion.'
She wanted to buy Rose's parents a comfortable mansion, not a run-down one. After spending only a few days with them, they already felt like her own parents.
Then, the sound of horseshoes could be heard outside the window.
"Oh, you're here already?"
Rose got up, thinking it was Count Serviat and his wife.
She ran to the door and threw it open.
"You're here..."
Rose, who was about to greet Count Serviat and his wife with a bright expression, hardened when she saw the person standing outside.
It was Eric.
"...Why are you here?"
Rose frowned and looked at Eric. What more could he have said after his wedding to his new wife?
Could he have come to personally deliver her belongings that remained at Count Wence's house?
Rose glanced over Eric's shoulder. A few escorts were visible in front of the carriage, but not a single one was carrying Rose's luggage.
"Why are you here?"
Rose crossed her arms and glared at Eric.
Eric stared at Rose with an arrogant expression and knocked on the creaking door. Then he looked around the shabby mansion. He frowned and muttered irritably,
"No matter how many times I come, I can never get used to this shabby place."
"Enough with the nonsense, tell me why you're here."
You wouldn't have come to ignore me just because you live in a place like this...
Rose was looking at him warily, but Eric barged into the house without asking permission.
Rose, standing in front of the door, shouted at Eric with a bewildered expression.
"Wait, why are you coming in?!"
"Then, maybe you're just going to leave me standing there without treating me well?"
You sound like a guest.
Are you just going to leave it standing there? Rose was ready to send Eric away.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll have coffee. No sugar. Cheap sugar doesn’t suit my taste.”
Eric, sitting at the table, crossed his legs on the table and spoke arrogantly.
Rose didn’t even close the door, but walked over to Eric and pointed at him.
“What should I do? We don’t have coffee at home.”
Rose didn’t want to give Eric anything. Not even a glass of cold water.
Eric knew Rose was deliberately giving him the cold shoulder. But regardless, he said what he had to say.
“Aren’t you going to protest a little before you come in?”
“Look here. Don’t you know that barging in without permission is trespassing?”
“Stop being so proud and just pretend to be defeated and take my hand.”
He continued, squeezing his eyes as if he was quite tired.
“Can’t you see that I came here so tired right after our honeymoon?”
If you’re tired, you should rest. Why did you come all the way here and do this?
They couldn't communicate at all. He didn't listen to anything Rose said, only saying what he wanted to say.
"Who asked you to come? And you've already remarried, so why are you doing this to me? Live happily ever after with Doana and your new wife, whom you love so much. Don't do this to me."
"You... really don't care, do you?"
"Of course. Did you hope I'd feel heartbroken watching you marry another woman?"
"It's not that I wished for it. That's just the way you are. Someone who only cares about me and lives for me."
Eric lowered his legs from the table and slowly stood up. He then reached out as if he was about to embrace her.
"What's wrong? Are you crazy? Why do I miss you? Stop misunderstanding me!"
Rose slapped Eric's hand away and glared fiercely.
Eric's heart prickled at the unexpected coldness.
"Ha."
He sighed softly and spoke to Rose in a forceful tone.
"I'll restore you to your position as Countess in three years. So just hold on until then. I'll have Doana's child registered under you."
Why was the topic of Doana's child suddenly brought up? Rose frowned, staring at Eric, and he opened his mouth in frustration.
"You wanted a child, didn't you? I'll let you raise it."
This man was clearly crazy.
"Who wants to raise Doana's child? No. And I have no intention of moving into your mansion."
Raising a mistress's child? It was absurd.
Eric, who had been trying to persuade Rose, found himself indignant at Rose's cold attitude.
“So... if you hadn’t had a miscarriage, this wouldn’t have happened!”
Eric’s voice rang out sharply.
“...What did you say?”
Who on earth was to blame for the miscarriage? She didn’t want to deal with Eric anymore. Rose pushed Eric with all her might.
“Get out, get out of my house right now!!”
Despite Rose’s angry actions, Eric didn’t budge.
Instead, he simply grabbed Rose’s wrist as she struck him. Then, whoosh!
A torrent of water fell on Eric’s head.
Eric, unexpectedly hit by the torrent of water, turned around with a cold look in his eyes.
The person who poured water on Eric was none other than Rose’s father.
He slammed the bucket he was holding onto the floor. The sound of the bucket rolling across the wooden floor could be heard.
“You punk! How dare you say anything to my daughter!”
Daemon grabbed Eric by the collar, his face flushed with heat as if his head was on fire.
Rose was looking at him warily, but Eric barged into the house without asking permission.
Rose, standing in front of the door, shouted at Eric with a bewildered expression.
"Wait, why are you coming in?!"
"Then, maybe you're just going to leave me standing there without treating me well?"
You sound like a guest.
Are you just going to leave it standing there? Rose was ready to send Eric away.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ll have coffee. No sugar. Cheap sugar doesn’t suit my taste.”
Eric, sitting at the table, crossed his legs on the table and spoke arrogantly.
Rose didn’t even close the door, but walked over to Eric and pointed at him.
“What should I do? We don’t have coffee at home.”
Rose didn’t want to give Eric anything. Not even a glass of cold water.
Eric knew Rose was deliberately giving him the cold shoulder. But regardless, he said what he had to say.
“Aren’t you going to protest a little before you come in?”
“Look here. Don’t you know that barging in without permission is trespassing?”
“Stop being so proud and just pretend to be defeated and take my hand.”
He continued, squeezing his eyes as if he was quite tired.
“Can’t you see that I came here so tired right after our honeymoon?”
If you’re tired, you should rest. Why did you come all the way here and do this?
They couldn't communicate at all. He didn't listen to anything Rose said, only saying what he wanted to say.
"Who asked you to come? And you've already remarried, so why are you doing this to me? Live happily ever after with Doana and your new wife, whom you love so much. Don't do this to me."
"You... really don't care, do you?"
"Of course. Did you hope I'd feel heartbroken watching you marry another woman?"
"It's not that I wished for it. That's just the way you are. Someone who only cares about me and lives for me."
Eric lowered his legs from the table and slowly stood up. He then reached out as if he was about to embrace her.
"What's wrong? Are you crazy? Why do I miss you? Stop misunderstanding me!"
Rose slapped Eric's hand away and glared fiercely.
Eric's heart prickled at the unexpected coldness.
"Ha."
He sighed softly and spoke to Rose in a forceful tone.
"I'll restore you to your position as Countess in three years. So just hold on until then. I'll have Doana's child registered under you."
Why was the topic of Doana's child suddenly brought up? Rose frowned, staring at Eric, and he opened his mouth in frustration.
"You wanted a child, didn't you? I'll let you raise it."
This man was clearly crazy.
"Who wants to raise Doana's child? No. And I have no intention of moving into your mansion."
Raising a mistress's child? It was absurd.
Eric, who had been trying to persuade Rose, found himself indignant at Rose's cold attitude.
“So... if you hadn’t had a miscarriage, this wouldn’t have happened!”
Eric’s voice rang out sharply.
“...What did you say?”
Who on earth was to blame for the miscarriage? She didn’t want to deal with Eric anymore. Rose pushed Eric with all her might.
“Get out, get out of my house right now!!”
Despite Rose’s angry actions, Eric didn’t budge.
Instead, he simply grabbed Rose’s wrist as she struck him. Then, whoosh!
A torrent of water fell on Eric’s head.
Eric, unexpectedly hit by the torrent of water, turned around with a cold look in his eyes.
The person who poured water on Eric was none other than Rose’s father.
He slammed the bucket he was holding onto the floor. The sound of the bucket rolling across the wooden floor could be heard.
“You punk! How dare you say anything to my daughter!”
Daemon grabbed Eric by the collar, his face flushed with heat as if his head was on fire.
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