Chapter 332 – Interrogation on a Moonlit Night

As one day passes and another day passes by.

Gerritz Electra’s face hardened like a stone, unable to straighten.

And the moment when your doubts grow into confidence.

The anger that had been fostered solely through assumptions exploded like a volcano.

“How dare this bitch not know the topic-!!”

Clink!

The ink bottle left Geritz’s hand and spewed out her ink, staining her wall black.

If nothing came back at all, I would have thought the letter had been stolen.

He would never have dared to imagine that Ceria Electra would ignore her own words.

‘··· She went to the academy and she learned dirty tricks.’

The reply to the letter came back with an envelope and a blank page with only Ceria Electra’s name written on it.

This is not called a reply.

Literally ignored and despised.

Since it means that the letter has been received but its contents will be ignored, it is one of the acts considered rude even among nobles.

The more I think about it.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I became.

Calm was a different story.

“Fuck… Shibaaaaal!!!”

Kwadangtang-!

The study that Gerritz had pulled over was throwing up books and making noise.

At least he was more talented at magic than with the sword.

When she swung her fist with mana, the desk flipped over, sending a load of documents flying around the room.

“Huuuk…Huuuk!”

It was a toy that was played in the hands of his eldest son, even when he was in the mansion.

Seria Electra was intended to be a trading tool with other families in the future.

Her anger at being ignored by such a woman did not subside easily.

Crackle-!

The fever rose to the point where my teeth were grinding and I felt dizzy.

How long did I stand there, with the tightly closed window as if to be broken open and the wind blowing?

“···.”

Only then did Geritz try to understand the situation.

She put the messy papers away with her feet and sat down in the chair, leaning her body forward.

‘You found that much money…? No, it’s impossible.’

Isn’t the situation where reality and possibility coexist just a matter of being lucky enough to have passed a critical juncture?

Anyway.

Seeing Ceria boldly come out like this made me confident that Lily had overcome her least crisis.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

– Young master. This is Mahel.

At the sound of her familiar voice, Ritsu flipped her sweat-soaked bangs to one side.

She glanced at the door.

“···Come in.”

Squeak.

Mahel wasn’t surprised, because her messy room was painfully familiar.

With her head down she does what she must.

“The head of the family is looking for you.”

“Are there any guests?”

As soon as word got out that she was looking for him, Geritz tried to adjust her clothes.

She clicked her tongue when she saw her deeply wrinkled top.

“I haven’t heard any detailed information.”

“Tsk… It’s useless. Don’t be dumb and bring me some clean clothes.”

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“I heard you found it.”

“Sit down.”

She is still just a shell acting as the head of the family.

This is true even now that it is certain that he will inherit the baronetcy.

Just saying a few words isn’t enough; you have to be careful not to do anything out of the ordinary until you sit down.

Geritz sat down politely as always and listened to the story as it began.

The atmosphere was somehow strange, so I felt strangely nervous.

In barely a minute, sweat broke out from Gerritz’s forehead.

“Marquis Enoch Skadi…?”

“Have you ever heard of it?”

“Of course. How can you say you don’t know?”

Speaking of the Marquis of Skadi, his prestige fell as a series of incidents occurred.

There is no doubt that it is a prestigious family that was famous in the past.

“You are looking for Baron Electra.”

When searching for the owner of a family, there are several meanings.

From Geritz’s point of view, as she has not yet checked the letter, she can only guess roughly why she was called.

“Why did our family change from a marquis to…?”

“I don’t know. Even if we are confident and don’t bow our heads, we don’t know what will happen when we actually go.”

“But if you try to avoid it without knowing why, wouldn’t you be bringing trouble upon yourself?”

“Hmm – I guess so.”

Unless a person is exterminated, the authority of a marquis is of a different level. It cannot be compared to Electra, a small-time baron with nothing to boast about.

That is an immutable law, and it is not permitted to examine the liver by asking why it is being sought.

All you have to do is choose one answer: go for it or not.

‘Does the Marquis of Skadi know this frontier baron…?’

This stinks.

At this crossroads called Geritz Electra, she had an intuition that her fate would change depending on the choices she made.

She doesn’t know if this will be an opportunity to jump or death pushing her to cut off her head.

However, his decision was quick.

“I will go.”

“···Are you sure it’s okay?”

“I will never become Electra. Please believe in this Gerritz Electra.”

“Haha!! It’s really nice to see how reliable it is.”

The way she smiled, pushing her upper body back as if she was relieved.

It was clear that she had been waiting for him to voluntarily step into the tiger’s maw.

‘Damn inspiration…’

The attitude of openly pushing her eldest son to death was indeed difficult to bear.

She doesn’t plan on missing this as it’s an opportunity for her too.

The limit to upward mobility is very clear if we only pursue honest and honest methods.

Geritz Electra is already feeling thirsty and bored, satisfied with being the king of this village.

*****

The day her older sister returned from her quest.

Ceria, who was feeling pure joy at seeing her sister’s safe return and expressing her joy at seeing her, came around for her meal and she broke down once again.

Roman, who approached her more warmly than usual, stayed right next to her, talked to her about personal topics, and prepared her food.

In reality, even as Seria chewed and passed her meat, she did not have time to taste it.

‘Ugh… I don’t know!’

She doesn’t remember clearly what she said in response to the question asked by the adventurer.

Even to herself, her attitude was slightly strange, but of course she couldn’t escape her older sister’s eyes.

– Ceria? Talk to your sister.

She looked at Lilly, who had a worried look on her face and asked what was going on in a gentle voice.

Ceria kept her mouth shut and thought for a while.

Because even I, the person in question with her, couldn’t explain what this was.

– Actually, today…

Eventually, Seria brought up her work about a letter she received from her academy.

No matter what anyone said, Gidan was certain that was the moment.

He did not think that the letter had no influence at all as the cause of his breakdown.

Nevertheless.

This confession felt like an excuse to avoid and avoid the situation.

Rather than worrying her sister by bringing up unanswered questions, isn’t this the right path?

‘···Beware of conniving people like Geritz Electra!’

The thought that her sister should know about the letter spread even more strongly through Ceria’s consciousness.

That was already two days ago.

Even if the moon falls and the sun rises.

The girl’s troubled mind became tangled and could not be straightened out.

As this situation continued for a long time, my sister tried to reassure herself with a serious look on her face, telling me not to worry and that if something happened, she would solve it neatly.

I’ve already forgotten about that part for a long time.

The letter is the beginning of my cluttered mind.

Seria herself is now realizing that she is not directly related.

‘I can’t sleep like this again today…’

5 After completing the training to run the extreme of luxury under the care of knight Eclair Dritna.

Even though the optimal environment for falling asleep is provided by washing one’s body with hot water.

The girl’s mind was so noisy and complicated that she couldn’t sleep.

When I think a lot, I think of advice and experience that moving her body is the way to go.

Today again, Ceria escaped Chloe’s arms and left her bedroom.

Crash.

She took a sword lying in the living room and went out into the yard.

I thought it was a good thing that the night air was cool.

“Ugh-!”

As she stretches her arms out to the sky, her tired muscles make a groaning noise.

She warms up her body by doing a gymnastics called Yeokgeungyeong, which we all do before training.

Sweat began to flow from her once soft skin.

And she swings.

“Hmm! Hmm! Hmm!”

The blade that cuts through the wind contains only the simple basics.

Raising her sword up, she extends her foot and strikes.

Lifting her sword again, she moves her feet along the trajectory of falling back and striking again.

“Haha!”

The night air no longer felt cool.

Heat surged through her muscles, and beads of sweat formed and dripped down her bangs.

Deciding to take a break, she looked up at the night sky and let the cool air fill her lungs.

My breathing has stabilized somewhat.

The moment you try to swing your sword again.

“Can’t sleep today again?”

“Kyaaa?!”

A voice heard without any trace.

Ceria, startled, struggled and almost lost her sword.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Roman approached me step by step, saying he was afraid of being in the way.

As Roman got closer, Ceria lowered her gaze slightly, suppressing her desire to take a step back.

“I’m sad that Ceria has been avoiding my eyes and not talking to me lately.”

“Are you sorry? No, I’m sorry…”

Regardless of her confusion, it is true that she failed to follow her manners, so there is no excuse even if she has ten mouths.

From that day on, every time Roman approached and spoke to her, Seria focused on avoiding her.

Roman didn’t get angry though, and he approached me like today with a soft voice.

“I’m not trying to get an apology. I know full well that I’m a burden to Ceria.”

Roman chuckled when he saw Ceria shaking her head in an attempt to deny it.

“I am cautious because Ceria may be thinking a lot right now, but my hope is for everyone to be comfortable in her mansion.”

“Oh that···.”

“But now, Seria looks uncomfortable when she sees me while she’s in the mansion.”

The girl was unable to respond while holding the sword and her actions stopped.

Roman bent his knees and brought her to eye level.

“I want to get along with her Ceria by giving up her face and being honest with her… But maybe I have offended Ceria?”

In response to Roman’s earnest request that she speak calmly about that part.

Seria’s lips, which had been closed for a long time, moved.