Chapter 127
I’ll Be The Warrior’s Mother
Rebecca turned away from the fireplace, clicking her tongue in regret, and exited the room.
The maid who was waiting outside the door followed after her.
âMilady, what should I do with the black dress you had ordered earlier?â
âToss it.â
She had bought it to mourn in, since she would have needed to attend her younger brotherâs funeral, squeezing out sorrowful tears, if he had died in a ârobbery.â
ââ¦Ah, donât do that.â Rebecca suddenly changed her mind.
âLeave it for now. I think Iâll be needing it soon.â
âYes, Milady.â
âMiss Rebecca!â
A servant came running to Rebecca from a distance.
Viscount Marezon had called for her.
***
âWhat the hell were you thinking, Rebecca?!â
The viscount unleashed his fury the moment Rebecca stepped in his study.
Rebecca looked at the viscount with a calm face. âWhat do you mean, Father?â
âYou⦠If you hadnât said to imprison Incan in the fief for life, none of this would have happened!â
âPlease speak in a way that I can easily understand you.â
âThat bastard Incan wouldnât have done such a crazy thing if he hadnât been driven into a corner!â
It was Rebeccaâs idea to imprison Incan in the fief for life.
At the time, Viscount Marezon had no qualms about going along with her idea.
He didnât remember exactly why he agreed, but by the time he came to his senses, he had already decided to lock his son up permanently.
And he thought it didnât matter anyway because his son was useless compared to his daughter.
âWho would have thought that that lacking bastard would do such a thingâ¦â
âCalm down, Father. Itâs not a big deal.â
âNot a big deal?!â Viscount Marezon slammed his desk.
âDo you think that Count Mayhard will just let this go? Absolutely not. He might accuse our family of being aware of Incanâs schemes and conniving at them.â
The viscountâs fist trembled.
âHe will retaliate without a doubt. This is completely different from Incan laying a hand on those maids. To think he tried to kidnap the duchessâ¦â
âFather.â
âIâm sure heâll sanction us so that we can no longer conduct business. If he decides to start hindering our distribution, there are no countermeasures I can take. Itâs sufficiently possible, with the amount of capital that bastard has. Dammit, all my hard work to elevate this familyâs status will be for naught because of some monster bastâ¦â
âFather, calm downââ
âThis is all your fault!â The viscount stopped anxiously muttering to return to his original point.
âWhy did you propose such an idea to begin with! This family is going to collapse because of you!â
âHaa.â Rebecca sighed.
She pressed her temples as if her head hurt and then spoke. âJust shut up.â
âWhat?â
âI feel my head ringing because of your noise, so quit shrieking and just shut your mouth, Father.â
âWhat did you just sayâ¦â
For a moment, Viscount Marezon sat frozen, unable to register what he had just heard. Then, he jumped out of his seat, enraged.
And in that moment, he approached Rebecca threateningly, like he was going to slap her cheek.
âRebecca, how dare you speak like thatâ¦!â
Shingâ
An odd light shone from Rebeccaâs necklace towards Viscount Marezon.
A crimson light.
Viscount Marezon stopped in his tracks.
Then, his expression slowly spaced out and his eyes glazed over.
Rebecca looked into the viscountâs unfocused eyes and asked, âYouâre going to shut up now, right?â
ââ¦Yes.â
âGo back and sit down.â
Viscount Marezon obediently walked over to the desk and sat in his chair.
Watching her father act like a docile dog, she spoke again.
âIâll make sure that Duke Mayhard doesnât treat us as Incanâs accomplices, so donât worry about that.â
ââ¦Okay.â
âDonât look for me anymore for the rest of the day. Just meekly do your job.â
ââ¦All right.â
The light shining from Rebeccaâs necklace disappeared.
She turned around and left the study.
âFirst, Iâll do what needs to be taken care of immediately. And as for the duchessâ¦â
Rebecca shifted her gaze downwards, her long eyelashes forming shadows beneath her eyes.
ââ¦Iâd hate to keep feeling this uneasiness, so Iâll have to wait for the opportunity to get rid of her.â
Rebecca walked through the corridor at a slightly brisk pace.
***
âThatâs strange.â
Sitting at the desk in her bedroom, Yelena bobbed her ankle and tapped the end of her quill pen on the desk.
âWhy havenât they replied yet?â
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