Chapter 106 – Plancia Mansion (2)

[When using a knife, be sure not to splash the sauce.]

Elena’s words passed through her mind. The steak was cut straight in front of my eyes. I smiled bitterly as I recalled the plate at the old house that I made close to porridge. The nobles glanced at my plate, and the woman facing me raised the corner of her mouth and said,

“You use a knife quite well. You must have practiced a lot at home. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I guess, that… Since he was a slave, he probably had no connection with knives or luxurious food. I’m just asking because it’s a bit strange.”

What kind of story are you talking about? Looking at Isabel, she didn’t like Isabel’s expression. She wanted to play a game here, but there were too many nobles. I decided to hold back my anger for a while. It’s going to stay for a day or so and then disappear like the wind. Revenge was always possible, and today was just not the time.

Humility brings blessings. I laughed and told my wife. At this moment, I had to live as an idiot who didn’t understand insults.

“Is that so? Apparently, since my wife is an aristocrat, she tried to fit in somehow. She’s clumsy, but thank you for liking her.”

The woman said with a satisfied smile.

“Well, for a former slave, this is a good skill. However… It would be better if it made the sound of scratching dishes a little less. You know? I lose my appetite a lot when I hear that kind of gurgling sound. Please… It sounds like the sound of slum kids scratching their bowls… You know. Those kids eat a little too much.”

In response to her words, another male aristocrat said.

“Oh, it seems that your wife has been touring the slums too. I saw beggars scraping rice there too. They had no forks or knives, so they scooped up rice with their hands, and it was so funny, it looked like monkeys in a zoo were wearing clothes.”

Another noble took that and nodded her head.

“You’re right. I can’t be humble with these guys. On the other hand, isn’t Evan the symbol of a successful slave? It’s on a different level than those who are inferior. I know how to use a knife. You wash well, and you know how to be polite. Isn’t it?”

Fuck bitches.

They were very fucking bitches. I felt like I could do a sword dance with a knife if I stayed here for 10 more minutes. I thought I was used to provocation through language, but it was very bitch bitches who used subtle phrases to touch people’s painful parts.

I didn’t even answer, but another elderly noble nodded and suddenly interrupted.

“That’s right. Those who grew up on the street are afraid to be sick because they don’t know how to measure. These guys suddenly try to stick a knife in my neck one day! It’s almost like a beast to act so brazenly and nastyly, believing that its master’s place will be its own. He thinks that he can become a nobleman if he eats luxurious clothes and luxurious food. Does that make sense? If you put a dog in human clothes, what kind of person is that? Heh heh heh heh!”

Laughter rang out from all sides. The old man added.

“But our Evan is different. Didn’t you win Miss Isabel’s heart fair and square and sit down with us like this? I have learned to sit very modestly and, to my credit, to be polite. It’s great. Now, let’s give them a round of applause. Everyone! Clap!”

Match! Match! Match! Match! Match!

And.

Fuck.

I had to brace myself so that the vertigo wouldn’t happen. It was because the sound of applause sounded like an hallucination telling me to kill them all. Every time our palms met, it felt like my cheeks tingled. I blinked and put the meat in my mouth, but I couldn’t even taste the meat properly.

I had to put up with it. If I ran amok here, there was no way to escape. This was the center of the Plancia mansion, and heavily armed guards and knights were hiding everywhere in the mansion.

The sword dance would make me feel better, but there was no guarantee that I would make it out safely with Isabel.

As I chewed and swallowed the meat, Isabel, who was looking at me with her pitiful eyes, turned her head away. And she said to the old man across from us.

Her lips were quivering, but her face was smiling.

“Thank you for the applause. Elderly. I came up from the provinces with difficulty, and it feels good to be welcomed like this.”

“Heh heh heh, Miss Isabelle seems to have found a good husband, so I feel good too.”

The old man said so without batting an eye. He must have been a torture engineer or a slave trader, judging from this expression of his amusement. Isabelle said.

“Really, I think it is good to engrave the words of the elders at any time. You said, for example, that people from the street are not to be trusted? They are rude people who are always looking for their master’s neck.”

“Cancer, yes. Those who grew up on the street are all like that! Oh, of course, Evan is an exception.”

The old man nodded at Isabel’s words. Isabelle nodded her head as if she was right, and she chuckled.

I didn’t understand her intentions, so I just watched her. Isabel looked around her and nodded at her, she said.

“Actually, there was someone I wanted to see today, but I wondered why he didn’t come. I was wondering why Miss Plancia Sally, who had married into the Hero family, couldn’t be seen, and that was the reason.”

“What, what?”

The old man looked around in amazement, then straightened her back and said:

“Hey, Miss Isabel! Watch your words! Who said that!”

Isabelle said.

“But old man. Only Lady Sally is not seen at the table right now, isn’t it because the Hero family, who are from the lower classes, think that they are ‘rude people who are always looking for their master’s neck’? Didn’t you just say that? Except for Evan, all people from the street are like that. Aren’t there any people from the lower classes who are related to my family other than the warrior’s family?”

“Hey, Miss Isabel! Let’s stop this conversation!”

The old man waved her hand, sweat dripping from her face. Isabel smiled and nodded her head, and she kept all the humans who had been sarcastic about my origins a moment ago shut their mouths and rolled their eyes. There is no atmosphere for more jokes. I was able to catch my breath a little, and Isabelle looked at me and gave her a wink. I whispered to her

“Love you.”

Isabelle nodded and said.

“Me too.”

The meal, which seemed like it would end with a light joke that only spoiled my mood, ended only after putting everyone except Isabel in an uncomfortable atmosphere.

The nobles dispersed frowning or shaking their heads, while the stern middle-aged man with his moustache said to Isabel:

“Isabel. I have a story to tell you.”

Isabel nodded her head and got up, and I naturally tried to move with her. But the mustache man stopped me from getting up.

“You wait in your room for a while. Because we have something to talk about ‘family members’.”

“Yes.”

It was so childish to give strength to each other. When I smiled and nodded, he narrowed his brows in disapproval, but didn’t point out my attitude. He just groaned and turned his body violently.

“Guide me!”

As he waved his hand vigorously, the maid standing next to us nodded. I knew her face. She was a beautiful woman with a calm, blunt expression, a woman who moved around in her assassin-like posture and then stiffly changed her posture whenever she was conscious of her own bearing.

The ribbon fluttering charmingly over the hips and the fluttering hem of the skirt typical of maids stimulated my desire. Her hair was blue, but I couldn’t tell how long it was because she had once tied it up and rolled it up.

“I will be back.”

“Okay. I’ll be waiting for you.”

I said that to Isabel and turned to her. Isabel took one more look at me with her worried face, and she turned to her just in time for me and smiled. We whispered love like idiots in front of the householder, and continued to exchange smiles as we faced each other in the middle of the street until we heard a clearing of the cough.

“Go quickly.”

Gazoo and Isabel drifted apart, and I faced her well-proportioned back. Because her head was twisted up, her neck was exposed, stimulating my appetite, which had been piled up with stress a moment ago.

“This way.”

As she said that, she walked in line with my steps. Taking a few steps in front of her, she glanced sideways at my feet every time I made a loud footstep. The maids who passed us turned their heads or closed their eyes slightly as we passed, and the servants cleared their throats and moved in the other direction.

“Joy!”

The aristocrat I had encountered earlier at mealtime withdrew, blatantly snorting at her, and the maid grabbed her by the doorknob. She told me

“Come in.”

The room was neat and spacious, befitting a prestigious aristocratic mansion. It was as wide as Elena’s and Isabel’s rooms put together, and there was a bed in the middle of the room large enough for my wife and all of my servants to lie down.

Green jeweled lights radiated soft light from the ceiling, and even the windows were made of luxurious wood, giving off an old-fashioned scent.

And

“What?”

The maid was loosening her hair.

She threw off her net with which she had tied her hair, and knelt before her.

“What?”

The maid started unbuttoning my pants without changing her expression. The moment she bites my belt into her mouth and pulls it. I was sure

Ah.

This is room service.

“It was a restaurant in the Plancia mansion.”

I am at this moment

I decided to enjoy the service for me to the fullest.