CHAPTER 3
“Pfftt!”
A shaless laugh was heard.
It was Vieze’s son, Belsach, who had called .
A man with brown hair and brown eyes, who did not resemble his mother, Seral, at all and instead, just looked like a replica of Vieze.
That grumpy looking face had many flaws but even then, won would never stop approaching him due to his status of being the eldest son of the Lombardi family.
“Hhaaha!”
But what was in front of right now was just a little boy who I’m assuming must be around ten years old.
He was soone who engaged in all kinds of nasty things, so I was the one who had to clean up and deal with his ss. He was really soone who made tremble whenever I saw his face, but as a child, he was pretty cute.
“Are you laughing at ?!”
However, that temper wasn’t cute at all.
Still, I was about to apologize because I thought I’d end up feeling bad later.
“This filthy half-blood dares to laugh at soone!”
But offensive words kept leaking from his mouth.
“Half-blood?”
Little by little, I began to rember.
My cousins, including Belsach had cursed to death just because my mother had been a commoner.
“Brother, I think that half-blood must be pissed off right now?”
As I turned my head towards the voice that just poured into the air, I could see my second uncle’s first son, Astall, standing next to him.
If Belsach had made crazy due to his disorderly private life and violent incidents, then Astall had troubled by becoming addicted to gambling.
He had beco a good target for the other gamblers because he was a powerful, brainless idiot whose innermost thoughts would be visible to everyone.
Eventually, he almost got kicked out by grandfather and before he entered the Lombardi knights faction in his later years, there were several buildings that Astall had already sold away due to gambling debts.
That’s right, these two would always stick together and pick on .
“What would you do if I was angry?”
“Are you going to cry again and pee?”
At that ti, I had been very afraid of these two.
Even if it was just a child’s prank, the bullying by them had been very vicious.
I was too young and powerless to deal with their pure malice towards because as the saying goes, children are more cruel than they seem.
So, previously, whenever I would co across these two, I couldn’t even run away and would only tremble, so that everything would just end quickly.
Sotis, it would just end with ridicule and so insults, but on days when Belsach wasn’t in a good mood, he would end up bruising .
When my father would show anger due to it, Vieze and Laurel would often rebuke him and say ‘that’s how young kids grow up but it’s too much of a joke.’
“Ha.”
But I suppressed my anger. Then I asked sothing.
“Belsach, how old am I now?”
“What?”
Belsach looked at strangely as if I had suddenly asked a weird quesiton.
“How old am I?”
Originally, I wanted to make my voice more intimidating and deep but since this was a child’s body, I was limited in that sense.
“You don’t even know that?”
When I spoke in a way that disregarded and looked down on him, Belsach replied angrily.
“You’re seven years old! I know!”
Oh, I see, you an I’m seven?
“Right. I’m seven years old. And you’re ten, and Astall is eight years old.”
There was a difference of about three years and one year between us, so I was able to calculate their ages.
“Now that you’re that old, how can you be so childish?”
Originally, children like to think they’re all grown up.
“You shouldn’t make fun of your cousin by calling her half-blood like that.”
I tried to coax the two as nicely as possible.
What do the kids know about this? All the fault lies on the adults.
But Belsach’s mood turned rather nasty.
“Cousin? Childish?”
Sohow, sowhere, it seed that sothing bad was going to happen.
I turned myself around because I sensed he needed sothing to vent his anger quickly.
Belsach, wheezing, looked down at threateningly.
“Is she crazy?”
And then he raised his hand high.
But for so reason, he waited for a while before hitting .
As if he was expecting to be afraid.
But when they didn’t get the response they wanted, Belsach and Astall beca perplexed.
And their embarrassnt was expressed by the act of hitting .
“Ahh!”
The raised hand grabbed my hair and pulled as hard as it could.
With that power, my knees and scalp burned as I fell hard on the ground.
When I looked up, I could see a few strands of my hair ripped out in Belsach’s hands.
“Haha! What a sight!”
The face, pointing at and laughing at , was the sa as the face of the one who treated as a maid, asking to go out to the fountain and do the laundry every ti I encountered him in my grandfather’s office.
The anger that I had suppressed inside by thinking of him as a child soared back.
“For the lowly half-blood. Are you trying to teach ?”
Belsach said while pushing my head down.
“Just because you have the sa last na, you’ve started deluding yourself into thinking you’re one of us.”
Astall smiled aningfully behind him.
“You’re not a Lombardi. So get the hell out of here, you half-blood.”
“I told you not to say it.”
“What?”
“I told you, don’t call a half-blood.”
I, who had fallen on the ground, lifted one foot and kicked Belsach’s shin.
It wasn’t a very strong kick, but the shin area hurts quite a bit even if one hits lightly.
“Arghh!”
Belsach scread loudly and fell backwards, clutching his legs and rolling around.
I imdiately stood up with the book that had been dropped next to .
“Th-this!”
I could feel Astall step closer in surprise as he tried to help.
I turned my head to the side without saying anything and stared at that child, Astall.
That alone caused the timid Astall to beco terrified and stop at his place.
I glared at him one more ti so that he could stand there quietly and then approached Belsach, who was still rolling around like a puppy.
“This spoiled puppy.”
I wasn’t wrong.
My first uncle, Vieze, had no manners and often behaved like a dog to his wife and Belsach was a seed that had been produced to be just like his father.
Puppy was just the right word.
A fearless puppy.
I’ll fix your habits.
“You, you crazy bi**h!”
He was in pain, but his mouth was still alive and loud.
With the book that I was holding, I began to use it to repeatedly smack Belsach’s shoulders and arms.
It’s a pretty thick book so it will hurt.
“Aghh! Ahh!”
“Again and again! Half-blood! Half-blood! You made mad by saying half-blood! You were asking to be beaten! Shouldn’t have done it!”
“Ast-Astall! What are you doing! Argh! Get this nasty thing off ! Ahh!”
Belsach called Astall desperately but the small child was already trembling.
The little boy, who was only eight years old couldn’t help it anymore.
“For ! Because of you! How hard it is for ! I know it!”
Ignoring the hand that was trying to push , I continued to smack Belsach with the book.
“Ughh, kggh!”
Even though I had only smacked him a few tis, this young child’s body was out of breath and my arms felt weak.
If Belsach would have acted rebellious and hit back, I would have been instantly knocked out, but fortunately, I was safe.
He started crying.
“Ahhh! Nngh, save !”
My ears were stinging because of how loud his voice was.
It was then.
The door of the office burst open and a loud yelling sound was heard.
“What a fuss!”
A middle aged man with a huge, intimidating presence whose neatly arranged white hair and beard gave the impressions of a lion’s mane appeared in front of .
“G-grandpa.”
It was my grandfather, Lulak Lombardi, the patriarch of this Lombardi family, who was staring at the scene of Belsach lying on the floor and smacking him with my book.
“Belsach!”
Soon after, soone ca screaming from the office while calling out his son’s na and pushed roughly.
“Ah!”
It was incomparably strong compared to how I had been pushed down by Belsach a while ago.
The book fell far away, and my palm and wrist beca sore as I used them to reduce the impact of my fall and avoid hitting my head.
“Tia?”
That’s when I heard an affectionate voice.
My father, who ca out of the office belatedly, saw and approached with surprise.
“Oh my god! Tia, your wounds!”
It’s probably because I look like a ss right now.
Belsach was the one crying, but apparently, my condition was much worse.
“Brother, Father! Father!”
But I know how loud Belsach is, and he’s going to make it worse than it is.
“You! Apologize to my son right now!”
He asked to apologize without even bothering to listen to the whole story.
My eyes turned red and I turned my head away, because I didn’t want anyone to see that face.
“This, this cheeky thing!”
Then, Vieze stretched his hand out as if he was about to hit right away.
“Brother!”
I felt my father hugging and protecting .
But judging the situation, it seed like he would end up hitting my dad who was blocking .
“Stop it!”
However, the imdiate situation was temporarily suspended as soon as my grandfather voiced out in anger.
Vieze was still struggling, but he couldn’t say anything anymore and stared at with his eyes as if he was going to kill .
In the quiet hallway, only the whimpering of Belsach rang from ti to ti.
? I was quietly laying down in my father’s arms and hugging him.
To be honest, I’m flattered.
I wanted to leave a good impression on my grandfather but from the beginning itself, I ssed up.
All because of that stupid Belsach.
My grandfather, who took turns looking at Belsach and for a while, then looked at Astall.
The boy was already hiding away while holding onto my second uncle, Laurel’s clothes.
Only
“Astall, what happened?”
Grandfather asked.
Astall looked up at his father for a mont and then replied.
“B-Brother Belsach and I were just walking and this half, no, this Florentia suddenly started hitting us.”
No, but can you see what that loyal dog is saying?
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