Chapter 13.2

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Chenin greeted me in a relaxed position, sitting on the living room sofa, leaning her body deeply against it. Seeing that the village chief’s rocking chair was moved right in front of her, the two of them must have been having a conversation.

“Chief, I’m sorry. So, I would like to say something to your precious (really difficult to say) granddaughter.”

“Huh? What is it?”

Chenin tilted her head slightly to the side and blinked.

‘What are you talking about?’

Alright, let’s do it. I’ll show this bitch what the Korean people are like!

I couldn’t move, lest the rainwater collect more into the house, so I stood there and took a deep breath.

“You bitch like the monsoonal period rainy season, if you’re ignorant, you should at least have a conscience. Where are you trying to quench your filthy lust by drugging an innocent child?! If you don’t want to be grinded to the asphalt, go and apologize right away. Do it for me too! What kind of Countess! Fuck you, fuck the class system! Long live the Donghak Peasant Revolution*! Do you want me to burn your calves with the whip of democracy?! uh?!”

“…….”

“…….”

“Can I say more?!”

As I took another deep breath, the village chief raised his arm and hurriedly stopped me. No, let go. Wait a minute.

“… Huh! What vulgar…….”

“Want me to show you what real vulgarity is?”

As I ran with my umbrella, Chenin flinched and stood up. At this time, the village chief clings to my waist.

“Oh my, young newlywed. Calm down! Calm down!”

My clothes got wet from the rain, so water seeped into the village chief’s clothes. I couldn’t ignore the village chief, who was begging, so I put down the umbrella.

“Chief, you’re wet.”

Then I grabbed the village chief’s shoulder and pulled him away from me.

“… Is it because of the incident yesterday? Oh dear! That medicine is bad.”

“What?”

“It’s normal for a signal to come immediately after eating, but no matter how much I feed, he doesn’t even blink an eye? It’s unfortunate isn’t it? if not… Is your husband having some trouble there?”

This fucking bitch.

The village chief shook his head vigorously. In the end, I had to control my anger by clenching my fists.

At that moment, it was not enough for Chenin to walk in front of me without any fear, making a sound of shoes.

“Grandpa, as I said. Don’t you have to empty Sezaine next year?”

What kind of bullshit is this> Chenin’s words turned to the village chief, but her eyes were looking at me. It was a clear attitude that she was telling me to listen to this nonsense.

“Baby, I was born and raised here like the people of this village. Where would I go?”

“That’s your situation.”

Chenin turned and walked closer to the village chief. Then she lowered her eyebrows and opened her mouth with an expression like a pathetic heroine.

“How could I, with nothing, be married to a Count? It’s all because of this one land. Do you want to see me kicked out of the County and abandoned again?”

The village chief could not respond and bit his mouth with a gloomy face. Tens of thousands of emotions intersect in his eyes, which were suffocating with boredom.

“Wait, why are you giving this land as you please? What about permission from other villagers?!”

“Look at the low-ranking people talking without manners. Your arrogance ends here.”

“Don’t be silly, just answer the question.”

One corner of Chenin’s lips rose meanly.

“Ahh. Permission? Why do I have to take it?”

“What? That’s…… !”

As I was trying to say, “Because they are the landowners,” I realized that I was missing a very important fact. This is the situation in the novel. Up until now, we have called the village chief comfortably, but in fact, he…….

“This land is all Grandpa’s estate, so why should I?”

Yes, he was the Lord. And the villagers will be serfs who are bound to this estate. Serfs who could not claim any rights to land, let alone private property.

The villagers have such an easy-going relationship, and the village chief has been ignoring this simple and natural fact as he prefers to live together rather than with authority or dignity. The village chief’s face darkened noticeably.

“I told you. It’s next year. If I get this land, I can get rid of the title of concubine from the countryside and straighten my shoulders as a countess. Yes? Grandfather!”

I can see why Chenin wandered around the village even though she was lazy. It must have been that she wanted to learn of this land, which would be her only weapon, grasped it well, and handed it over to the Count.

And I only now realized that she was the unloved wife of the Count. The title is the Countess, and the typical example is that she doesn’t have anyone to attend her, and the second is the fire in her eyes to bring the land as a sacrifice.

Footnote:

* It’s a real thing.