CH 19

“The Duke has four sons and one daughter. Currently, the youngest lord is outside of Tuslena due to work, and the fourth Lord Jihad has been successful since a young age, so he left home early. So currently, Tuslena is like a battleground between the second Lord and the third Lord. There are many employees who were expelled without guilt because of the fight between the two. Ha! Everyone has a dirty temper, so they always make things a big deal. Don’t you agree?”

“Yeah. By the way, is the third Lord not in the castle right now?” 

“Yes? Did you forget? He’s gone to the imperial castle now. I heard he was given something. . .Well, I don’t know exactly what. However, it is certain that Jihad’s obsession with honor has intensified ever since he was awarded the title of Marquis of Lete. Even among maids, he is the number one person to avoid.” 

“A person to avoid?” 

“Well, if a pretty maid comes in, maybe they’ll be spared. Hmm, Anyway, Lady Dae and the third wife both died early, so Karen, the second wife, is currently managing the building.” 

Olga, speaking Karen’s name, grabbed her arms and trembled. She must have remembered the day she was almost kicked out of Tuslena. 

Rin quietly closed her eyes and explored the energetic energy she felt in the left side of the back of her head. According to Olga’s explanation, the owner of this aura is. . .

“The Third Lord. He has one son and one daughter. His son, Marius, is. . .well first of all, you have to be very careful. Not one employee survived being hit and cut by him. He smacks even a woman’s face. . .In any case, be careful when staying in the main building. Poop is dirty, so you avoid it right? Do the same with him.” 

The sound of the trumpet announcing the start of the friendly magic spear tournament resonated loudly. 

Subsequently, sixteen well-armed cavalrymen ran out one after another, raising the atmosphere of the audience. People waved handkerchiefs while chanting the name of the knight they were rooting for. 

At that time, an ironclad knight of the St. Bright Knights stopped in front of us. 

“I, Bartholomew Vien, will compete in the match and dedicate my victory to Lady Ninabel!” 

“And the last – Ninabel, the only daughter of the second Lord.” 

Tuslena is a family that has grown and expanded based on strong faith, befitting its nickname ‘Apostle of God’. Even though they are enlisted soldiers, the St. Bright Knights of Tuslena are recognized as Holy Knights, and have been moving under the pretext of spreading and protecting the will of God. 

Therefore, it was very unusual for a member of the Order of St. Bright to take a knight’s oath to Ninabel. 

It meant giving priority to a woman over God. 

“Lady Ninabel is called the ‘Flower of Tuslena’. I’m not quite sure why. Honestly, when it comes to being pretty, you are prettier. . .Does she stand out more because she’s blonde? Among the knights and young officers, there are many people who adore Lady Ninabel.” 

Ninabel smiled shyly and stood up. She went down to a seat near her arena and kissed his knightly spear. 

“Ninabel is very happy, Sir Bartholomew! Be sure to win and come back for Ninabel!” 

The knight who received a lovely response left the arena with a loud bang on his chest. 

The faces of the girls who were watching were soaked with envy and respect at the quite classic and romantic sight. 

“That’s the truth. Even the employees can’t talk about Lady Ninabel so easily. They say there are several maids and servants who spoke carelessly and then suddenly disappeared. Because everyone was shuffling, I didn’t have a chance to eavesdrop on the proper information.” 

The two knights participating in the match stood in rows outside the arena. 

Finally, when the knight who had received Ninabel’s answer returned, the knights surrounding him were happy to see them be so intimate as if they were envious. 

Is that okay? Aren’t they being branded as unbelievers and being kicked out? 

Looking at the atmosphere, I seem to be worrying for no reason. 

Even if it’s okay, it’s still strange. 

For this classic oath to be allowed in a friendly match and not go against the word of God, basically every woman in the immediate family had to be acknowleged as well. So it’s equal. It was just a universal, unspoken rule. 

However, the St. Bright Knights were different. 

They could ignore Yana, the illegitimate daughter, sure,  but they couldn’t ignore the other legitimate daughter, Frenhild. Yet that’s what they did.

“I get sick of friendly matches. Anyone who hears it will think that they are leaving for a battlefield.” 

It was a truly thorny sensation. 

Ninabel, who turned her head as if she was used to it, reprimanded Frenhild in a soft tone. 

“It’s a curse to a knight who represents the family in a match, Frenhild.”

Frenhild, who had snorted, glanced at Roman and replied, “Adults are also very diligent. Every time an opportunity like this arises, you are eager to bring it up somehow.” 

“Isn’t this too much? Why don’t you stop being jealous? Ninabel doesn’t want to fight with her cousin. She wants you to stop.” 

Ninabel completely turned her head away from Frenhild. She then let out a small sigh as her eyes met Rin. 

“Ha. Every time you disapprove of me, I don’t know what to do. Even if you were in my position, you would have been really embarrassed. Right, Yana?” 

“. . .”

“Ah, don’t get me wrong. ‘Cause I know you’re never going to be in my shoes. Sorry if I drawed offense. . .”

Yana can’t ever be in your shoes?” 

She has a knack for making her words ten times more unlucky. 

Well, let’s put up with it for a bit. 

Ninabel is the second Lord couple’s much-loved heir. 

The most precious thing, in other words, also means the biggest weakness.

If you poke it with a needle a few times and make it wary, it becomes a loss. It was necessary to take a cautious approach and better understand the character of Ninabel. 

Besides, even if I used abusive language or gave an unpleasant answer, it was clear that all words would be replaced with ‘I’m sorry’ due to the ‘I’m Sorry’ Disease.

As soon as the knights gained momentum, the first friendly match began.

Even if it’s supposed to be friendly, a match is a match. The match, which was only a little fierce, became quite rough as time went on. 

At some point, the audience, as excited as the knights, rose from their seats and chanted loudly. 

Punk. 

There is no other way to describe it other than like that. It was so sudden and so quick. 

A blow so heavy that made her mind go blank, hit the back of Yana’s head. 

“Hey, move your head. I cannot see.” 

What? 

In desperation, I touched the right back of my head. It was not an illusion. It was hot and painful.

Rin had just been hit on the head very hard. 

And behind her was Marius. 

Did you just hit me somehow? 

That ignorant little boy? He did it?

It’s amazing. 

What was even more shocking was the fact that Ninabel in the seat next to her was watching the match calmly as if she knew nothing. As if it was normal for Yana to get beaten up like this.

Not long after, Rin rationally faced reality, and a second shock was delivered to the other side of her head. 

“You stupid bitch.” 

It was an abusive language that could barely endure rising irritation. Starting from that swear word, Marius began stabbing her one after the other. 

“Stupid.” 

Puck.

“Move your head.” 

Puck.

“Can you not hear me?” 

Oh yeah, I’ve endured enough of this. 

The moment I turned and tried to pull up my aura, Marius’s violence stopped as if he had been waiting for my retaliation. But no, he just stopped abruptly.

Forgetting the tingling pain, Rin looked up at the boy who was holding onto Marius’s wrist. 

Purple and golden eyes contrast with one another.

“You have guts.” 

It was that gutsy boy who was holding on to Marius’s wrist.

LIkewise, Marius confirmed the boy’s face and hardened his expression. At the same time, the eyes of the two boys met fiercely in the air. 

“You. . .”

The atmosphere calmed down in an instant. Marius sat down just as Rin, who had come to her senses belatedly, looked in front of her, pretending to be frightened. 

Now is your chance. 

Jihad had secretly removed one of the bobby pins he had pinned to her head. She covered her face with her arm, touching her left cheekbone where she was just beaten, and allowed some blood to smear around there. 

Next, she turns her back and . .

Bites Marius’s leg. 

“Aaaaagh!” 

Very hard. 

“You, you crazy girl!”