Chapter 42

When Lulak's servant had just found Viese, Viese was just getting on the carriage to return to the mansion.

He was having a social gathering outside and was on his way to the Lord's office to confirm a ridiculous word he was heard.

"My father looking for me?"

"Yes, that's right..."

However, the servant who delivers the words looks strange.

Avoiding the eyes and blurring the words, something is bound to happen.

"That's great! I had something to ask too."

Viese murmured in the carriage heading to the mansion.

After arriving in front of the office, Viese hid his discomfort and knocked, then entered the office.

"Father, I heard you were looking for..."

Viese, who had just finished greeting, found his son Belsach standing alone in front of the table.

"Belsach? What's wrong with your arm..."

A white bandage was wrapped around his son's arm, which was fine until he left the mansion in the morning, and a splint sticking out from under his hand.

"Father, what's going on?"

'sit down."

Lulak answered the question with an order.

As Viese sat on the chair next to Belsach, Lulak said in a stern voice.

"Belsach, do you understand your fault?"

Belsach was silent, just bowing his head down.

It was a stubbornness not to admit his wrongdoing.

Lulak chocked his tongue at the sight of such a grandson.

And looking at Viese, the. said.

"Belsach hit Florentia with a wooden sword. Thanks to him, she's lying in the hospital with her nosebleed and passed out. As a father, you tell me."

Only then did Viese, who had a rough idea of the bandage and situation on Belsach's arm, answered without showing any remorse.

"What happened to Belsach's arm?"

"It was because the Shananet's twin trying to protect Florentia."

'so where are they now? Since they made Belsach's arm like that, aren't they supposed to be here apologizing to Belsach?"

On the other hand, his tone of rebuttal was quite different from usual.

Viese's voice, which he couldn't even talk back to his father, was filled with anger.

Lulak was speechless at the sight.

Even the desire to scold has disappeared.

There was a certain amount of anticipation.

No matter how self-indulgent Viese is, he must know how to learn his son's fault.

But Lulak was disappointed again this time.

Rather than worrying about his son, he could only find a vigorous appearance as if he would punish the twins.

Lulak, looking at his eldest son with cold eyes, said to Belsach, who stood between his father and grandfather.

"What you did today is totally unacceptable, Belsach. Whatever you think, Florentia is your cousin and a member of Lombardy. And in Lombardy, my words are law."

Belsach's very tense shoulders flinched.

He thought he'd to say he didn't hit Tia with a wooden sword as the twins said, he just hit her in the face with a leather ball, but he shut his mouth again.

It was because he thought he'd get in more trouble if he protested like that now.

"The last time I told you to stop ignoring or harassing Florentia. Do you remember?"

"...Yes."

Belsach's voice became even smaller.

Fortunately, there is no resentment like his father did.

Lulak's anger faded slightly from his eyes.

"Because of your actions against my word, today your father will pay Florentia a huge amount of compensation."

"...Father!"

Viese cried out in tears, but Lulak didn't even look at him.

"Also, Belsach, you are prohibited from approaching Florentia in the future. Until there are other words from me."

"He is prohibited? Just because the children have a little argument with each other."

Viese raised his voice.

"Are you against my judgment now?"

Lulak's voice was lowered.

Only then did he shut up, but his eyes were still full of complaints.

"Get out."

Lulak ordered Belsach to leave.

Belsach, who drooped his shoulders and looked at Viese once, left the office helplessly.

No employees were coming and going in the quiet hallway.

As he moved away from the office, his gloom gradually disappeared, and Belsach felt anger.

"This is not fair!"

She's only got a little nosebleed!

I broke my arm!

Belsach rolled up his fist and squeezed it.

Grandfather's cold gaze kept popping up.

"It's all because of her. Because of that girl... Argh!"

Just around the corner, Belsach tripped over something that popped out.

Kudang!

As he fell, his broken arm hit the wall, and Belsach was too sick to scream.

"Oh, my God. It must be hurt."

There was a voice of laughter.

"Well, you don't look too sick."

Standing in front of Belsach on the floor were Gilliu and Mayron.

"Hey, Belsach. Does the broken spot hurt a lot?"

Belsach was so frightened that he couldn't answer and nodded.

Then, the wooden sword that Mayron was holding suddenly pointed under Belsach's neck.

"Heeks!" Belsach shrugged heavily at the cold touch beneath his chin.

"A broken arm hurts so much. What about a leg with thicker bones?"

As Gilliu leaned down and whispered, Mayron's sword moved accordingly to the shin of Belsach.

"Ha, don't do that! I'm... I'm sorry!"