PR: Badman
[Disclair: Young Noble]
[TL/N: I really, really fucking hate the young/bratty noble trope, and so, as a reader, Id recomnd you skip the next two chapters if you dont want to start hating this series. Ill put a little summary at the top of Chapter 47 for those that do skip so that you understand all there is to move on.]
The Madas hands trembled as she took the asurents.
It was a natural reaction, but he was still bitter.
The scars had been carved into his body when he had still been a novice with the sword.
And it wasnt just sword wounds.
There were burns and gunshot wounds that had crushed his skin and made it lose its original shape, so the scars on his body were quite grueso, even across the ones Elric himself had seen.
A thought naturally occurred to him.
Ill never be able to show this to my wife.
Elric was taken aback as he rembered the look of surprise on her face.
A hollow, bitter laugh escaped him.
What the hell are you even thinking about
There would be nothing that he would show her.
Elric quickly shook the thought out of his head, as if it were just an unnecessary distraction.
I-Im done!
Mada bead as she finished noting down his dinsions.
A pro is still a pro, after all.
Elric smiled and pulled back on his shirt.
Thank you. Now what else do I need to do?
Lets go see the fabrics and designs! After all, clothes are only as good as the wearer, right?
That is true indeed. Lets go.
He left the workshop and found Tyria sitting on the couch, looking through a catalog.
He feigned interest in it as she looked up.
Are you finished?
Yes. Now, lets look at the fabrics and designs.
Yes, I was already looking at them.
Without consulting ?
Those words almost ca out, but Elric rembered what had happened the day before and just nodded.
Elrics attire for the party was entirely determined by Tyrias choice
Elric smiled awkwardly at her glance and replied.
Your wife seems to have a much better eye for clothes than you. It seems you should talk with her about it.
Oh, youre so kind!
Clap!
He clapped his hands as he was grateful for her imdiate understanding of the situation.
Tyrias expression wavered for a mont, but it was too brief for Elric to see what it was about.
So, Milady, what did you like?
This one, for starters.
Tyria and the Mada quickly fell into conversation.
It basically consisted of Tyria choosing the fabric with the Mada comnting on what colors would look good with it and what type of suit would best suit his size and build, but to Elric, it was all just one headache.
So, he pawed at the refreshnts on the tea table and sipped at his black tea to kill ti, but there was no end to it in sight.
How long would this go on for?
Boredom dawned on Elric.
Click
The tailors door opened.
To the new custor, the Mada poked her head out and greeted him with a beaming face,
Welco
Everyone stiffened.
It wasnt just the Mada.
Tyrias brows had narrowed slightly.
If she was generally soone who didnt show her discomfort, then who could she have seen to react this way?
Elric looked towards the entrance out of curiosity.
Oh my, isnt it Lady Wyvern?
There was a blonde young man with a sowhat squarish jaw standing there.
He appeared to be from a fairly prestigious family based on the luxurious clothes he was wearing.
Milady, do you know this person?
The mans gaze snapped to Elric.
Elric could sense the faintest trace of hostility in it.
Then it was gone.
Ah, Baron Portman? Ive heard the news.
His gaze swept over Elric, then to the staff in his hand.
A crooked smile, from his retracted jaw, erged.
My, I see youve had so wanderings, havent you?
Elric was no fool.
Or, to be more precise, he was quicker than most to recognize so of the emotions the man was experiencing.
Jealousy.
Enmity, wariness, and a sense of superiority and relief.
Unlike the man, he was only slightly angered by the sarcasm in his tone.
And his glare was pretty nasty.
There was also a hint of irritation.
What is this
He was actually more dumbfounded than offended that the man would make such a face at first.
Should he get angry?
No, this man was too insignificant of a being for that.
One blow and his head would explode.
As a noble, it was understandable for him to have not trained in mana, but he was still too weak.
Elric glanced at his body and saw that his muscle mass was just terrible. His outward physique was in good shape, but he was carrying too much fat in his gut and his tabolism was in dire shape.
A diet problem? No, this guy just has a bad lifestyle.
His body was a total ss.
And one of the most prominent signs was the number of STDs.
It looked like he had had a very promiscuous sex life.
It was obvious that he would die if he left it like that.
Milord, this is Aman Nimrud, Heir to Count Nimrud.
Tyria stepped forward and introduced the man.
Elric let out an exclamation.
He rembered hearing that na before he ca here.
-You are to dine with Count Nimrud at this banquet. I assu youve been researching his tastes?
He had heard the noblemans na, the young masters to be precise, as the nobles discussing him and his father had passed by just before on the street.
He was from a powerful family, as expected.
No wonder he had such a high nose. There was no need for pretense, so Elric stood up on his cane and bowed properly.
I am Elric Portman, but you dont have to call Baron, I havent yet completed the succession process.
He smiled genially and offered his hand to shake, but the response was cold.
The mans gaze was fixed on Tyria.
He said,
You have never been more beautiful.
Hearing this, sothing stirred within Elric, an unpleasantness.
You are too kind.
How have you been? I was worried because the last I heard from you was about the Barons return.
He looked at Elric, smiling wryly.
Elric thought for a mont.
Should I just kill him?
No, he had to calm down, he couldnt
This was the Eastern city of Ferdinand, not the West, and this man was the heir to a Count and still seed to be in the line of succession.
If he took things personally, it would be a pain in the ass.
Besides, there was no Elvus Grayman to clean up the ss.
Elric smirked, suddenly longing for his presence whilst knowing he couldnt ask for help in a place like this.
Im fine.
But why are you going to the tailors? Ah, is it to fit the Barons attire?
Yes.
Hmph, I see, you two dont get along too badly.
Elrics smile quickly faded.
The Nimruds gaze was irritating.
More precisely, the way his eyes swept over Tyria was so disgusting that he wanted to punch him in the face.
Beyond that, he felt like punching him in the face every ti he dared call her his lady.
Elric was surprised at himself for letting the thought cross his mind.
How could he be so angry when he hadnt thought about her since he was twenty?
There was sothing bubbling up inside him.
And the end result was clear.
Elric hated to see the young master so close to Tyria.
Young Master, if you dont mind asking, may I take care of business with my lord first?
Hmm?
I was picking out the fabric for his attire.
Aman Nimrud didnt budge, even as Tyria spoke with blatant discomfort.
Elrics grip on his cane tightened.
What kind of atmosphere was this?
If thats the case, I can help you.
Aman Nimrud said, smirking.
A mans clothing is a mans business, and thus I want to share my experience with the Baron. I will help him myself.
Elric smirked as the topic of the conversation returned to him.
Aman Nimrud pulled so money out of his purse and handed it to the Mada.
Look, Mada, I suggest you go to a nearby dessert cafe for a while. Id like to have a long talk with this baron.
He wondered what it was about himself that made him want to have an alone talk with him.
Well no, he didnt even have to think about it. His intentions were pretty clear.
T-That.
The Mada looked at Elric.
Elric hesitated for a mont, then nodded.
As always, the hotter his heart, the colder his head.
Its just my good fortune. I had so concerns about how to interact with the nobles of this kingdom at the banquet, as I have no prior acquaintances, but this is just perfect.
Worry flickered over Tyrias face.
Ah, that was a little reassuring.
Am I going crazy?
In reality, her expression wasnt much different from usual, but it felt like she was worried, and on top of that, this feeling of happiness alone made his anger subside, so it did seem like he might be going crazy when he thought about it.
Milady, please leave for a while.
To leave
Its fine.
Elric smirked.
Tyria pursed her lips, but then let out a long sigh as she followed the Mada out the door.
He was now alone with Aman Nimrud in the tailors shop.
Elric looked at Aman Nimrud, his smile deepening.
I should smile.
Wasnt there such a saying?
That smiles bring about peace?
To send away this clueless man in one piece, he needed to keep his composure
Lady Wyvern was still the sa
The Baroness.
Calmness, his foot.
Elric interrupted Aman Nimrud and took a step toward him.
There was a heads worth of height difference between them.
Aman Nimrud took a hesitant step back.
Elric looked down at him and spoke again.
Baroness, Baroness Portman.
Embarrassnt, and then sha, flashed across Aman Nimruds face.
Of course, it was none of Elrics business.
The feeling of blood rushing to his head was too strange to think of anything but the thought of trying to calm himself down.
Look. Young Master.
It was a sha.
If this had been the West, he would have torn him limb from limb and thrown him in pieces to his parents.
But it was okay.
As always, there was a way.
Now that she is married, you shall know her as my wife. Tyria Portman is my wife.
Aman Nimruds mood turned grim.
Elric felt quite pleased.
It reminded him of the Psychology of Nobility lesson hed once heard from Elvus Grayman.
-A nobleman lives for a cause and dies for a cause. So, in an aristocratic dispute, even if you attempt to kill your opponent first, as long as there is justification, itll be accepted. To put it nobly, thats the case, but if you want to put it a bit more bluntly
-Put it more bluntly?
-when they want to fight, theyll scratch their opponents to death in an extrely dirty fight. Nobles are a nastier race than you might think.
Elric hoped desperately
She is the one who will receive the baronetcy, and thus she should be addressed as Baroness, but Im afraid it seems that you lack education in that regard.
please, bark a little more
give a reason to create a fuss.
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