Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Despite her dress being uncomfortably tight around her waist, which didn’t suit her at all, Alesia carried herself with confidence. She seemed short of breath, but Violet didn’t point out this discomfort.

“Rather than that, may I ask why you were listening to the nonsense of a fool?”

“Because I didn’t want to jeopardize the Marchioness’s favor.”

“...You’re being much too stiff. Just speak casually, won’t you?”

“I merely matched my manners to the one who wasn’t showing any courtesy. I find this more comfortable.”

“...You seem to have a certain fondness for our mother.”

“We are actually close, after all.”

Violet chuckled. Alesia, with a touch of emotion in her expression, lightly whacked Alec’s head again. The unconscious eldest son of the Leshan family grew one more bump for a total of two.

“Do you always find joy in living this way?”

“Hmm?”

“You had several opportunities to explain yourself to me properly, yet you only evaded the subject without saying a word. Why?”

Alesia’s resentment was still apparent.

Violet vaguely trailed off in her response, thinking about Alesia mentioning her troublesome actions during the debutante toward her younger sister, Aileen.

“Opportunities to explain myself...?”

“Then pretending to be good afterward. Well, I don’t even know which side is your true self...”

Somehow, Alesia had an angry expression.

The reason Violet hadn’t explained her past to Alesia was simply that she didn’t have much to explain. She had harassed Aileen because she didn’t like her. What more could she add to that explanation?Visitt novelbin(.)co/m for the latest updates

No matter how complicated the circumstances, the proposition was overly clear. She had no intention of airing her dirty laundry to others.

So, Violet didn’t point out Alesia’s rudeness. There was no point in provoking the siblings further.

In the end, Violet, who hadn’t brought up the topic of Aileen, smiled gently.

“In any case, thank you for helping me.”

“......”

“Shush.”

“...The Crown Prince called for me. I had no choice but to go.”

“......”

“It’s not an excuse—it’s the truth!”

Cairn defended himself, feeling wronged. Violet ignored his defense. It was only later that Cairn noticed Violet’s wine-stained clothes.

“What happened to your outfit?”

“...Haa.”

“No, seriously, why?”

The servant who had been guiding her earlier became even more timid. Violet lazily answered with a simple ‘How should I know?’ as she couldn’t be bothered to explain. Cairn’s expression crumpled.

Ignoring her younger brother’s questions, Violet followed the servant’s guidance.

“Kyahh!”

Suddenly, from a corner of the hallway they were passing through, they heard a scream. The sound wasn’t deafening, and the corridor remained quiet.

Clearly, something had gone wrong. The servant, who had been guiding them, froze in her tracks. Cairn stood up abruptly.

“...Are you going to see what happened?”

“Then are you just going to stand here and watch?”

As Cairn asked if she was just going to look, a slight hint of disdain filled his eyes. Violet understood what that expression meant but simply smiled.

Helping others was something one could only afford to do when they had the leisure. Those who always had an excess of leisure couldn’t comprehend those who didn’t even have the capacity to help others.

“...Ha, fine, forget it. Even if you don’t go, I will.”

Cairn spoke impatiently and quickly ran toward the source of the commotion. The servant still looked indecisive. Violet sighed and waved her hand.

She followed Cairn at a slower pace. As expected, she found the incident they had anticipated taking place. In one of the rooms designated for resting during the banquet, a vile nobleman was attempting to overpower someone using his influence, and...

“Absolute buffoon!”

...A noblewoman, Alesia Leshan, was kicking a molester right between his legs.

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