Chapter 60
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 60
After finishing my conversation with Lisian.
I had intended to return to my room and wait until the Grand Council meeting began, but I changed my destination after hearing some unexpected news from the Assistant Butler.
“My Lady. You should wear a cloak.”
Adel stopped me and hurriedly draped a fur cloak over my shoulders.
“There isn’t even a draft in here, though?”
“Even so.”
I thought she was being overprotective, but it felt good to know how much she cared for me.
I looked away from Adel, who was still checking to see if there was anything else she could wrap around me, and spoke.
“Adel.”
“Yes, My Lady?”
“Since you entered the Main Castle, have you ever seen a sight like that?”
Adel shifted her gaze to where I was looking.
She answered with a voice full of certainty.
“No, Lady Tulia. This is the first time in my life I’ve seen such a scene.”
“I thought so.”
Even Adel, who had always been calm and warm since becoming my head maid, was looking ahead with a slightly weary expression.
I gave a light flick of my eyebrows.
“Who would have thought such a mess would break out in the prestigious Grand Ducal House?”
And I certainly didn't expect to be witnessing it in real-time.
I reflexively tried to cross my arms, but realizing they weren't fully healed yet, I quietly lowered them.
“My Lady. Your complexion doesn't look good.”
Adel supported me.
She caught a servant who was trying to hurry past us and asked them to bring a chair.
“Please, sit.”
“In the middle of the hallway?”
“What does that matter?”
“Well, I suppose my health is the top priority.”
Adel let out a light laugh.
“Of course it is.”
I shared a smile with her before turning my gaze forward again.
‘It feels like I’m watching a movie.’
Of course, what lay before me wasn't a screen with rolling credits, but the area in front of someone’s bedchamber.
The Main Castle was massive in scale.
The hallways alone were wide enough to move a six-person bed through without even having to tilt it.
The floors were covered in dark carpets, providing both warmth and an air of luxury.
The interior, which at a glance resembled a modern high-end hotel, was the area right in front of Leon Frezier’s quarters.
“It’s ridiculously loud,” I muttered softly.
Normally, this kind of noise would be unimaginable.
Servants—especially those of high-ranking families—are trained from the moment they enter the castle, starting with how they walk.
Be agile and light.
Make almost no sound.
Move quickly, but do not run unless it is an emergency.
Do not be frivolous.
‘Looking at it this way, it’s almost like the footwork nobles learn.’
I suppose nobles believe the world surrounding them must be noble for it to match their "status."
The more vulgarly the maids and servants of a castle behave, the more it implies the family lacks breeding.
Is that why?
The servants of the Main Castle were always perfect.
They were polite, respectful, and busy handling their respective tasks with focused diligence.
Thanks to that, unless there was a major problem, the corners of the Main Castle were usually so peaceful and quiet that you could spend your time counting the golden dust motes dancing in the air. But now...
“How could you turn my son into a half-cripple like that?!”
“Even if he is a young master of a Marquis family, this is too much!”
“My child can’t even walk right now, and he’s practically gone half-mad!”
It was a total madhouse. A complete shambles.
‘I guess they really did get the hell beaten out of them that day.’
To be honest, I didn't see much of it myself.
I felt like I was dying from the pain of several arrowheads piercing my own body; why would I care whether the bastards Leon Frezier beat up lived or died?
Of course, from their parents' perspective, it must feel like the sky is falling.
“My Lady. I don’t think it’s good for you to stay here.”
“Yeah, I know.”
The "Trio" consisting of Adel, the Assistant Butler, and the Chief Physician were subtly shielding my body.
The nobles were currently blinded by rage, demanding an immediate apology and explanation from Leon Frezier.
But if they happened to look my way, they would surely come rushing over to interrogate me.
‘They look insane. Yeah, I shouldn't get swept up in this by hanging around.’
I had thought about checking his face to see how he was doing, since he ended up like that while protecting me, but...
I cast a look of contempt at the nobles who were still protesting loudly.
It was hilarious to hear them screaming that Leon Frezier was violent and demanding an apology.
‘Are they pretending not to know that their sons were the ones having a grand old time shooting arrows at me first?’
Or do they really not know?
Whether it was the former or the latter, I wasn't going to let it slide.
First, I’d deal with the Grand Council meeting that was about to start.
* * *
My grim determination lasted only a moment.
“My Lady. Before you go to the Grand Council Chamber, you must have one—no, two more bowls of this decoction.”
I was about to be dealt with before I could even deal with the meeting.
As soon as I returned to my room, I had to face the fretting Chief Physician.
“...I’m not dizzy anymore. And we don’t have time, do we?”
“I’ve already finished brewing it...”
“...”
Ugh, it’s bitter.
Still, when I gulped it down, the Chief Physician let out a sigh of relief.
It was because only fifteen minutes ago, I had felt a severe bout of dizziness in front of my room.
I didn't know how pale my face had turned, but the three of them had nearly flipped out.
“It is a relief that the medicinal herbs My Lady possesses are the highest of the high quality, rare even in the Imperial Palace.”
“Didn’t My Lady sell all of those to Young Master Leon Frezier that day?”
“I kept a few aside for emergencies, just in case.”
My eyebrows twitched at the Chief Physician’s words.
However, Adel and the Assistant Butler only showered him with praise, saying he was truly a wise man.
‘Good grief.’
“My Lady. Can you move?”
“I’m fine. I just stumbled for a second.”
“Even so. I was truly startled.”
Adel spoke with a serious face as she wiped my forehead and cheeks.
“Still, it’s nothing compared to Leon Frezier. I heard he’s unconscious and can’t even get up.”
“Young Master Leon is more robust than you, My Lady.”
“That’s right. The two of you have different levels of physical strength to begin with.”
“Lady Tulia is more delicate, so we must take better care of you. And since you sold those herbs to him, the Young Master will be back on his feet after just a day or two of recovery.”
The way the three of them worried about me with such blatant favoritism made me laugh for some reason.
Clink!
Clink!
Clink!
Was it just my imagination?
‘The speed at which I’m earning coins seems much faster than when I was recovering from that cold.’
Maybe coins are earned faster when Tulia is recovering from a major injury?
I thought about checking the Status Window, but seeing the three of them engaged in a serious discussion while looking at me, the urge quickly vanished.
‘I’ll check it later.’
Besides, my body felt as heavy as water-soaked cotton.
Adel personally fed me, spoonful by spoonful, a thin gruel made of ground nuts and grains.
Just as I managed to finish half a bowl.
Knock, knock.
“Lady Tulia. I have come to escort you.”
Lisian’s knight had come to fetch me personally.
“We’re going to the Grand Council Chamber, right?”
“Yes, My Lady.”
I immediately stood up from my seat.
Adel and the Assistant Butler hurried to support me, and the Chief Physician handed me yet another bitter decoction, claiming it was a restorative to give me a temporary boost of energy.
I really didn't want to drink it.
But right now, I was about to enter a battlefield.
I squeezed my eyes shut and downed the medicine in one go.
“Alright.”
Let’s go.
Lisian sending a knight for me was a truly excellent piece of consideration.
“This is truly unfair!”
“My son has suffered a permanent disability, Viscount Lilius!”
“His wrist ligaments are torn! His ligaments! I’ve received a medical opinion that my precious, poor son will never be able to wield a sword or a bow for the rest of his life!”
“Grand Count Nigella Frezier! Is this not excessive violence based on status?!”
Wow, it’s seriously loud.
Shouts and rage erupted like crazy.
This place was exactly 100 times louder than the area in front of Leon Frezier’s bedroom.
It was the entrance to the Grand Council Chamber.