Richard tilted his head and demanded an answer.
Its said youve swallowed all of them. Can you explain what happened?
Marchioness Neir replied with a cold face as she looked over at the heads of families who had to forfeit their rights to her.
It was all a fair deal.
Marchioness Neirs eyes beca fiercer than ever.
However, youre driving it like youve done sothing gravely wrong.
The marchioness, who was looking at Richard with strangely glassy eyes, added.
Youll have to take responsibility for humiliating like this.
After Marchioness Neirs words ended, the conference hall fell into a grave-like silence.
In the silence where breathing was barely audible, the heads of the other families had to struggle to hide their doubts, bewildernt, and astonishnt.
Responsibility?
Take responsibility?
No matter how high the prestige of the Marquisate of Neir, it would not be comparable to the imperial family.
To even ntion responsibility against the crown prince.
Moreover, it was absurd to talk about the transaction in front of soone who could control the right.
Marchioness Neir would, of course, know that much.
The usual marchioness wouldnt have made such a crazy response.
And as if to prove their thoughts, Marchioness Neirs condition was indeed different from usual.
She was sweating profusely and constantly drinking the tea in front of her.
Richard looked at her gently and then parted his lips.
Marchioness.
Yes, Your Highness.
Did you say it was a fair deal?
Yes. I just received sothing of value equivalent to what I lent.
It seed like there was no problem just by hearing it, but everyone there knew that in reality it was not.
First of all, a transaction of the rights granted by the imperial family was a problem in itself, and even if it was customary to pass it on, if one asked if it was really legitimate, who besides the marchioness would say that
But the marchioness was confident. She believed none of them would say to her No, thats not it.
There couldnt possibly be an idiot who would reveal the secrets of their family at this eting.
Then I guess I can get the rights back with a fair deal.
I have absolutely no intention of making a deal. No matter what the Crown Prince says, thats an unreasonable request
I think youre mistaken about sothing.
With an air of indifference, Richard cut off her words.
Its not the imperial family who will deal with the Marquis.
Richards gaze moved, and everyones eyes followed.
And the one who received all the attention quietly rose from her seat.
Bright red hair and electrifying blue eyes that hurt the eyes.
Bolsheik?
A family na that no one expected ca out.
After Ophelia bowed to Richard, she faced Marchioness Neir.
In that sa instant, her eyes t Raisas, who stood behind the marchioness like a shadow.
The deep blue eyes did not look away from the thick and unpleasant things that shimred in the gray eyes, burning a blue fla that could consu.
The corners of Raisas mouth were twisted, but a faint smile spread across Ophelias lips.
The disgusting things wriggling inside Raisa were no longer horribly frightening.
At a ti where the world was shaking, how could she be afraid of anything she did?
Even if they plot a rebellion, it would just be sothing that needed to be stopped.
In order to do that, wasnt it vital to block the huge amount of money that Marchioness Neir, no, not only her, but also her daughter, would earn from this festival?
In addition, today showed the leap Ophelia thought of at the last evening party was correct to so extent.
After today, Marchioness Neir would have to be sowhat self-conscious for a while.
And it was Lady Neir, not anyone else, who provided the clue.
The details of the circumstances were unknown, but it was certain that Lady Neir was not the marchioness puppet.
After catching a glimpse of Raisa, Ophelia spoke to Marchioness Neir, who was staring at her so fiercely that it was as if she would burn her to death.
I will replace the debt owed to my family by the Marquisate of Neir with the festival interests.
Debt?
What debt?
Is Neir indebted to the Bolsheik?
All of the buzzing people spoke similar words in unison, and Marchioness Neir was no exception.
Debt?
Ophelia shook the docunts at the marchioness, who couldnt hide her whats this nonsense expression.
The debt shown here. Converting the amount at the ti to the current value I dont know. I dont know if the Marchioness can replace it with sothing other than what I want.
Her calm words were no different from what Marchioness Neir and Raisa did to other families to rob them of their festival rights.
The amount at the ti what do you an by that?
Its a very old debt.
So, let alone the current head of Neir, none of those present at the great eting would have known.
Because it truly was a very old record.
If it was ten years ago, or even several decades ago, so of those still standing here might rember what they heard through rumors, but it wasnt that much.
Its a debt from 120 years ago.
Ophelia added, tapping the old record.
It was a ti when the family of Neir wasnt as big as it is now.
It wasnt that it wasnt big, but that was when it hadnt even been given the title of marquis.
But a debt is a debt. So I duly demand repaynt from the Marquis.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
If you do, I will too.
It was a very simple, yet very effective, and extrely barbaric counterasure.
However, when the other person ignored all the rules and behaved as he pleased, it wouldnt be possible to get what you want if you kept responding gracefully while adhering to common sense.
Taking advantage of the Marquisate of Neir was originally not sothing that could be done easily.
Ophelia touched the end of the discolored old docunt, recalling what had happened a few days ago.
Mother. Are there any family records related to the Marquisate of Neir?
The Marquisate of Neir?
Yes.
She was just asking because she was really curious. Wouldnt there be a docunt with the na Neir written on it in the long history of the Bolsheik?
If there was She wondered if there might be a way to devise sothing from there. It was just a thought, like grasping straws.
Yes.
Her mother nodded vaguely and ordered her to bring out so docunts.
An ancient docunt that looked very old and fragile to the touch at first glance appeared.
Lets see, yes. Thats right. The Neir family.
Her mothers fingertips pointed to the signature line, and the na Neir was clearly inscribed.
And the contents of the docunt were also shocking.
There is a debt.
That Thats right. Its even Neirs debt.
Why are you so surprised? There must be countless docunts like this.
No way no, um yes.
Ophelia nodded, wondering if there was anything to reflect on the long and strange history of Bolsheik.
Watching her daughter opening the old docunts as if she was going to dissect it, the viscountess said,
I dont know what youre going to do, but you dont even need to explain.
Tucking Ophelias hair behind her ear, her mother whispered.
Do whatever you want. My daughter.
The sunlight-like warmth in her voice ward her heart.
These reminiscences were cut to pieces by a high-pitched voice that scratched her nerves.
This is nothing but nonsense! Youre telling to pay off a debt from 120 years ago!
To Marchioness Neirs fierce resistance, Ophelia responded with just one statent.
Debt is debt.
At that, Marchioness Neir glared at Ophelia as if to kill, but the latter did not back down at all.
For a child without a title
A creepy gnashing of teeth flowed from Marchioness Neirs teeth, but that was all.
Debt is debt. This was a fact that could not be overturned by any sophistry.
It was unreasonable to insist the docunt itself was fabricated for the seal of the Marquisate Neir was too clear.
If even that was fake, it would be like saying with her own mouth that even this noble family couldnt properly manage such a precious thing.
Even if its a debt, its ridiculous to repay it with festival rights!
Yes. You dont have to replace it with that. Well, here it is. Check how much you have to repay.
Ophelia read the numbers written very loudly so that not only Marchioness Neir, but also everyone in the conference hall, would know the amount.
Oh my god.
Thats
No matter its the Marquisate of Neir
Sure enough, voices of lant flowed from here and there. Marchioness Neir also opened her mouth, wanting to speak but couldnt bring herself to say anything.
The amount Ophelia was demanding was more than the 5-year budget of the entire marquisate.
She couldnt even fault it for exaggerating the value of the old currency.
It was because Ophelia disclosed it first, as if she had already expected it.
After a long silence, Marchioness Neir finally said,
I cant repay such a large amount at once. Of course, I will repay.
Her eyes were still shining brightly, but she had taken a step back.
But Ophelia simply shook her head.
No. Please pay back at once.
What nonsense!
Marchioness Neir leaned forward as if to eat Ophelia, but a low voice fell over her head.
Why, Marchioness. All of the fair trades the Marchioness made must have been like this.
Then and now are different!
Whats the difference?
Im Neir!
Yes, you are the Marchioness of Neir. So?
Marchioness Neir opened her mouth, but only heavy breathing escaped.
A: Karmas a relaxing thought Arent you envious that for you its not?
(Extended edition, cause why not?)
Cause karma is the thunder
Rattling your Neirs ground
Karmas on Neirs scent like a bounty hunter
Karmas gonna track Neir down
Step by step from town to town
Sweet like justice, karma is a queen
Karma takes all my friends to the summit the rights to Bolsheik
Karma is the guy on the screen girl youre facing
Coming straight ho to Shattering all your sches
Dea: Thank you A, now you got and probably everyone else singing haha, but for real that was satisfying!!
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