Chapter 12
Becoming The Villain’s Family
Translator: Latte Editor: BakaReem Proofreader: Adulldoll
âGoodness, Sir Anjou. Were my ears mistaken?â
âI apologize. It is my first time seeing an outsider with such a weak body, so I wasnât mindful of my words,â he gave an insincere apology.
Dianaâs expression was full of disbelief. She couldnât apprehend the words that came out of his mouth.
âDidnât the grand duchess come from the House of Valois? The family had produced honorable knights for generations.â
âWhat do you mean by that?â
âI cannot put my mind at ease. Even the madame, who had been trained as a knight since she was young, couldnât bear it. Let alone a child as weak as herâ¦â
âSir Anjou. If you dare say another word, I will not hesitate to report this conversation to His Grace.â Diana scolded with a grimace.
Then, Aria handed out a card.
[What is your age?]
Age?
âIâm twenty-four this yearâ¦â
Since Aria died when she was just twenty years old in her previous life, she should be four years older than him now.
She put up a pitiful act.
[Health, status, strength. Those things are based on you being born with luck.]
[Itâs such a pity that you have earned nothing by yourself during your 24 years of life, and now youâre so proud of this hollow shell of yours.]
The knight stared at her, too shocked to speak.
He had never thought that a ten-year-old girl would criticize him.
After he grasped the meaning of her words, his face flushed red in humiliation.
ââ¦This!â
Anjou Beauport.
The second son of the Beauport Family, the grand dukeâs vassal. He was a knight from the 4th Order of Knights.
The 4th Order of Knights was the order of ordinary knights that were not able to associate with the other orders, and because of that, they were often ignored by the others.
As a matter of fact, Anjou was only able to join the order because of his familyâs influence, not his abilities.
That was his inferiority complex. He had it hidden in the depths of his heart and didnât tell anyone, but Ariaâs words pierced right through it.
[Sick people will get better after taking their medicines, but I donât know what to do about people with rotten hearts. Iâm sorry.]
âPfft!â
A short chuckle was heard.
One of the escorts was futilely suppressing his urge to laugh.
Trembling in shame, his glare went from Aria to the other knightâs gaze. However, the knight just shrugged his shoulders, not minding his furious expression.
âYou are nothing without your family.â
Is what they would say.
âThese lowly scumsâ¦â
Sir Anjou gritted his teeth.
âHas he even experienced hardships?â Aria thought.
She had been abused all her life, sold by her father as a sacrifice, and was in a situation where she could be expelled empty-handed!
âThen, have you ever achieved anything by yourself?â
Adults should never say such things to a child.
Even so, he was blinded by rage. He couldnât think of anything else to appease his anger.
Unexpectedly, Aria smiled at him. She gazed at Anjou as if she was dealing with an immature childâs tantrum.
She presented her next card.
[When I grow up, I will never become an adult like you.]
He was utterly ashamed.
Diana, Betty, and the other servants were inevitably surprised.
They had never known that Aria, who was so innocent and lovely, had a side like this.
But at the same time, they held great respect for her.
Especially Diana, since she was the one who knew Aria best.
âAlthough they are both of noble lineage, she didnât bring up her peerage. She only exposed how he despised his knighthood that His Grace had bestowed because it was nothing more than a mere shell.â
All humans were the same.
But without having an ideology, it would be impossible for her to say things like that.
It was a revolutionary thought, especially in the Pinetta Empire, where feudalism existed.
ââ¦What?! This!â Anjou shouted.
When he realized he had just yelled at the future grand duchess, he covered his mouth.
âSir Anjou, are you mad?â
âDo not disrespect the lady ever again! Now, step back!â
Even the knights, who were displeased with his atrocities, stood up for Aria.
âYou bitch! I mean, young missâ¦â
As he directed his angry scowl at her, Aria tilted her head.
Since he was so fixated on class and social status, Aria wanted to show him the real difference.
Unfortunately, there were too many eyes here.
âShall I secretly visit him later?â
Then again, he wasnât worth dealing with.
âMore than that, heâs very irritating.â
As Aria watched the servants mutter in disbelief regarding Sir Anjouâs audacious remarks, she heard a tiny voice.
ââ¦Bitch?â
The voice was short and sounded like it came from a child. However, it was filled with a perceivable aura of intimidation.
Startled, everyone turned their gaze to the opened door.
Leaning against the door, the boy stared at the knight with a stern look.
His eyes were like a void of darkness.
Anjou knew that his stone-cold glare was targeted at him.
âGasp!â
His mouth opened in a silent scream, and his unblinking eyes popped like a fashioned toy doll. A bead of cold sweat dripped down his back, and his skin became as pale as the blade that flashed before his neck.
Slashâ!
Decapitation.
He was beheaded, and his head rolled on the floor.
The knight groped his throat, panting heavily.
âM-my⦠my neckâ¦?!â
â¦His head was still intact.
However, he certainly saw a terrible vision of his neck being cut off.
This was the power of the Prince.
Lloyd sheathed his sword, making it seem like what he had seen wasnât an illusion.
âY-Your Highness! I was wrongâ¦â¦!â
âYou can only repent in the presence of God.â
Donât beg the devil for forgiveness.
He only needed a mere second to take out his sword and cut off a humanâs neck.
It was at that moment.
The boy, who had sensitive hearing, heard the bedsheets rustle.
And when he turned his head, Aria met his gaze.
ââ¦â¦â
She shook her head.
As if telling him he shouldnât do it.
âWhat is sheâ¦â
But Lloydâs eyes went towards Ariaâs neck, which was wrapped in a bandage.
It was a wound that he made.
His expression darkened.
Lloyd squeezed the handle of the sword as if he intended to crush it. But in the end, he couldnât pull it out.
He didnât want to seem like he obediently followed her words, so he gritted his teeth with a look of impatience and spoke, âThatâs a cool nickname!â
âYes?â
âYou called her a bitch. Whatâs next? Why donât you continue talking? It seems like you have more to say.â Lloyd spoke.
He couldnât just say it.
The knight, covered with cold sweat, clenched his teeth and bowed his head.
âIf you donât finish your sentence, I might mistake you for a person whoâs already tired of living.â
Lloyd waited for him to speak his words.
Subsequently, the huge jaguars that followed the boy wandered leisurely around the room.
Jaguars invading the room should be an unusual sight to anyone, but the servants just looked at them as if they were familiar with it.
The only one trembling was Anjou.
His hands were shaking, and he felt sick to his stomach.
âEekâ!â
The jaguarâs tail brushed past his leg, and he shuddered with an unseemly suppressed scream.
Anjou wiped his wet palms to his trousers, moistened his lips with his tongue and said,
âTh-the young miss is correct!â
âAre you sure?â
âYes, of course. She said the right thing, but I wasnât able to fathom her words and dared to pervert it.â
The knight had chosen to throw away his pride, for he was threatened with his life.
A person who speaks of class couldnât even say a word when the topic was pressed.
Aria turned her head away from the knight.
As expected, he was tiresome to deal with.
âSo youâre saying itâs your fault.â
âY-yes! It is.â
âHow will you pay for it?â
âHow will I⦠what?â
Instead of replying, Lloyd leaned against the wall again.
He had a cruel, disturbing expression coupled with a sinister menace. Sunken, dark eyes mindlessly stared into his.
He was the devil that drove his prey into a corner and made them run to the trap on their own discretion.
âH-how will I ever pay you backâ¦â
Was he bored because he couldnât kill him?
The boy was motionless. He had a weary look on his face.
Aria stared at him quietly.
Then, their eyes met again.
Lloydâs forehead creased.
The atrocious feeling contained in his sullen eyes, soon disappeared without a trace.
He murmured, âIf Iâm not mistaken, the stable-boys said that theyâre short on hands.â
âI will go!â
âYou will? If a knight helps them, their burden would certainly be alleviated.â
Sir Anjou clenched his fist tightly in shame.
âHe wants me to take care of the horses and clean its dung?â
Anjou Beauportâs biological mother was the former emperorâs beloved niece, carrying the imperial familyâs blood in her veins.
Although the situation had changed after the emperorâs death and the crown princeâs ascension, he still remembered the glory he had enjoyed in those days.
Thatâs why he thought of himself no less than the imperial family.
Taking care of the stables was the most demeaning thing he could ever do in his entire life.
âI will never mingle with them. To think Iâll become the assistant of a lowbrow who canât even dare to make eye contactâ¦â
But he was desperate to survive.
âIf I refuse, Iâll die.â
He desperately repudiated in his mind.
âAh, how about this. Letâs revoke your knighthood until you can reflect on yourself.â
âBut then!â
âThis is a fitting punishment for someone as daring as you. Isnât that right?â
ââ¦â¦â
âYou seem unhappy.â
âNot at all. Iâll follow your orders.â
âThen kneel,â Lloyd commanded.
His order was simple and straightforward.
Anjou immediately fell on his knees and lowered his forehead to the ground.
As Lloyd gave Aria the authority to strip off his knighthood, he turned his back on her and left.
But before he stepped out of the room, he paused for a moment.
ââ¦â¦â
He sighed and swept up his disheveled bangs with a stuffy look.
All of a sudden, Lloyd strode before Aria with quick steps.
âAre you a fool?â
âWhy is he suddenlyâ¦?â
âWhy are you holding back?â
She wasnât holding back in the first place. Aria had already said all the things that she wanted to the knight.
Besides, she might have spared the knightâs life, but it was never out of sympathy.
She just didnât want her room to be dirtied with blood.
âFrom now on, if someone tries to touch you, just beat them up. Iâll allow you to punch them, even if itâs the grand duke himself.â
âBut, thatâs a littleâ¦â
Aria couldnât tell whether he was serious or not.
While Aria continued to ponder, Lloyd fumbled inside the coat he was wearing and pulled out a brass knuckle.
And he gave it to her.
âWhy is he carrying that around? To beat people up?â
Aria couldnât be more surprised.
âIâll grant you full authority while Iâm gone.â
âWhy would he do that?â
Before she could ask, he made an excuse.
âItâs my last gift to you. Use that privilege to set up a residence outside until I get back. Donât come back to Valentinesâ Palace before then.â
Lloyd led the jaguars away and left the room with them.
Aria later found out that the encounter was the last time she would see him before he left for the academy.