Chapter 37

Theorban glanced Navia up and down and drew a mean smile.

After news of Nikan bringing in a foster daughter came out, information about the child was rarely available.

However, there were rumors that the child’s appearance was outstanding.

‘But a kid is a kid.’

Theorban thought so, but as he saw Navia today, his heart was swept away.

In five years, her appearance will be unmatched in the capital.

‘The Empress isn’t about a face, but the prince is also a man, so there’s no way he wouldn’t be greedy for a beautiful woman.’

He planned to establish his daughter as Eseled’s heir, swallowing the family, and even create an Empress. However, it was reported that Agnes’ successor invaded Eseled in the morning.

As soon as Theorban heard that, he burst into laughter.

‘The heavens are helping me!’

His daughter’s competitor for the Empress’ throne became an invader and entered Eseled on her own!

Navia’s awful beauty eventually turned into a weapon of no use.

“Are you Agnes’ foster daughter? I guess I can see that from how you’re wearing night clothes at this hour.”

Theorban laughed to his heart’s content at Navia’s misery.

“Well, you are a low-life aristocrat, so wouldn’t you be lowly? I can’t imagine how bad your parents must be!”

Navia looked at him without any expression. There was nothing to refute.

Whether she was a lower-class aristocrat or not, she didn’t know her biological parents. It didn’t matter how many times he cursed her.

Theorban looked around without a moment’s notice, as if he thought of Navia as a scarecrow.

“Lark is too soft. How dare he give a room to a criminal who raided another family? He’s out of his mind.”

Navia stood still in a polite manner and read from the information he spilled.

‘He completely looks down on Duke Eseled.’

The red-eyed man didn’t seem to be someone to ignore.

‘Rather, he looks like someone who will kill someone more than once.’

Then, were you letting Theorban run wild on purpose?

If that’s true, why?

Navia was lost in thought, feeling the slight scent of anesthesia rising from her body.

Theorban planted an anesthesia. She happened to know in her eighth life that there were illegal farms, not legal ones, registered in the state.

The anesthesia plant.

There was some sort of connection between the two.

Theorban murmured quietly with a grim smile.

“It doesn’t make sense that a b*tch like you is taking over. A correspondence tomorrow…”

He was muttering while snickering.

‘Correspondence?’

Navia tilted her head in response to his words. Theorban suddenly pulled her arm.

‘It hurts…!’

A sharp pain was felt through the weak anesthesia at the rough touch.

“So I’m going to have to put you in a cell. Follow me!”

Navia wanted to stand strong, but she wasn’t fit enough for a grown man. Moreover, the opponent wasn’t a wizard, so the black moon’s power didn’t work.

Navia came up with words that could force Theorban.

“Let me go! It was Duke Eseled who let me in!”

But Theorban snorted in a ludicrous way.

“Lark did? He doesn’t care about anyone, you idiot. He wouldn’t even blink an eye if you died or not. What a lie!”

Theorban screamed threats.

“The sight of you rolling your head to survive is amazing!”

Navia quickly opened her mouth to refute.

“That…!”

From then on, a cold and pungent scent came.

And.

Tak!

A large hand was seen grabbing Theorban’s arm, who was holding Navia, pulling it upward as if to break it.

Navia turned around with her eyes wide open.

The man of the other hand had a fierce distorted look with glaring eyes.

“It’s noisy.”

“Ahk! Who dares to-!”

Theorban groaned in pain and tried to curse his opponent. But as soon as he confirmed his opponent, he shut up.

Overbearingly tall and long black hair. Straight posture making his beautiful appearance stand out, a sharp nose, and a strong jaw.

A perfectly proportioned body.

‘It’s him.’

The red-eyed man who saved her.

Navia, a regressor, can discern much more than ordinary people. This may be because there was a significant difference in the amount of information she had.

The figure of the man in Navia’s eyes wasn’t just simply good.

It was a body for ‘battle.’

Theorban spoke, struggling to raise the corners of his mouth.

“…Lark.”

‘As expected.’

As Navia predicted, the man with red eyes was Lark Eseled.

‘How did you show up behind me…?’

There were no stairs behind Navia that led to this floor. Was there a hidden staircase?

“Ahem. Y-You’re up early today.”

Theorban spoke annoyingly to Lark, who appeared suddenly like a ghost.

‘How dare a drug addict…’

Although his eyes looked nervous, he pretended to be calm as he tried to pull Lark’s hand off. But Lark didn’t let go. With his head tilted at an angle, he lowered his eyes and looked at Theorban.

“I know. Someone woke me up.”

Theorban swallowed his dry saliva.

It wasn’t known exactly what kind of ability Lark had, but he was a very powerful wizard.

‘But that power must have caused a problem.’

Unlike his decent appearance, Lark was stuck inside his house, unable to go out, and was helplessly depending on medicine.

So he thought it was a good thing. He could sleep as much as he wanted while leaving the work to a scarecrow.

Theorban was encouraged to reflect on the fact that Lark was socially dead.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here. I was so surprised to hear about the news today…”

Lark was standing still, asking for an explanation.

“This b*tch is a criminal who dared to engage in an invasion. Why did you give her a guest room? If this news goes outside our family, we will be a laughing stock.”

Navia was watching the situation in silence.

She felt very familiar with Theorban’s behavior.

‘…Agnes.’

Humans who believe in the little power they have and deceive others.

Navia felt a deep disgust for a moment.

Theorban was posing as if he was the head of Eseled, even though his position was lower.

It seemed natural and familiar for him to enjoy what was for Lark.

Navia drew a sneer over her lips.

Even if she fled from Agnes, the aristocratic society was eventually dominated by the same tribe as Agnes.

But Theorban picked the wrong opponent this time. Because she’s a regressor and knew what his weaknesses were.

Navia put on a naive expression and spoke anxiously.

“Um… Didn’t Count Alvin get in trouble…?”

As a thin voice came out, the eyes of the two fell down.

Theorban looked disapprovingly at Navia, who made an unknown remark.

“What a load of crap!”

“Duke Eseled is the Lord and Count Alvin is the Lord’s representative. But if the current image leaks out…”

Navia spoke again after she thought for a little, as if she were trying to find the correct words to use.

“It may be said that the hierarchy of the family is dispersed from the great Duchy.”

There was an eerie echo somewhere in the quiet voice that spoke accurately.

“Aren’t… aristocrat families sensitive in that respect?”

Isn’t that right, family representative, Count Alvin?

As Navia progressed, Theorban’s expression became increasingly distorted and heated up.

Theorban knew himself what would happen if it were known in society that the vicar of the household dared to behave as if he were the lord of the family.

But he ignored it.

Since this family would soon be his!

‘We’ll see. As soon as I swallow Eseled Duchy, I’ll kill them all!’

He was enduring the humiliation of the present with one thought. But Navia caught his disgrace naked.

Theorban trembled with rage.

How dare a lowly aristocrat lecture me?!

He pulled out his arm from Lark’s grasp and shouted.

“Eek! There’s nothing more to see. I’ll beat her to death right now, tear her limbs apart and send them to Agnes!”

Theorban raised his hand to smack Navia.

It was to punish the spoiled girl who was manipulating everyone with her mouth.

It was when his hand was about to grind her cheek.

“I said it was noisy…”

Lark exuded a thick and suffocating voice.

Theorban couldn’t move as if his whole body had been wrapped around a chain, weighing him down.

His eyes shook violently as his voice shook terribly.

“L-Lark…?”

“I don’t know how much you want to test my patience.”

Theorban most definitely witnessed the blackness in Lark’s eyes.

But that guy needed him in the end. How else could he get such a low price for a large amount of anesthetic plants?

Theorban forced him to swallow his fear. The strong conviction that his opponent couldn’t harm him aroused his courage.

Still, instinctive fear couldn’t be helped, so he trembled and spoke, pretending to be fine as much as he could.

“Ah, ahhh. That’s right. Haha… I was going to take care of it for my little cousin, but I went a little too far, didn’t I?”

Lark lowered his upper body slightly and spoke threateningly.

“Yeah, so, Hyung.”

Navia couldn’t figure out how the word ‘Hyung’ could sound so disparate.

(Hyung = older brother)

“Get out of my house now.”