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Translator: FusionX
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Revenge, what I wanted was probably quite a dirty and sticky emotion. Even if it wasn’t sothing I felt from simply repeating the regression, my feelings towards Yuria could never be clean.
Why did it beco twisted? I didn’t know the reason. Yuria’s heart had been twisted since birth, so from the beginning, the world she saw was close to being monochro.
She did not distinguish between the blood shed by humans and the blood shed by animals, and if she thought she was right, she would simply push forward regardless of what was sacrificed.
Even when Mother passed away, I felt a montary chill upon seeing Yuria’s expressionless face.
It would be foolish to harbor resentnt towards such a person.
No matter how much I appealed to a woman who did not consider her own actions as sins, in the end, it would be no different from shouting at a wall with no one around.
Yuria Taylor was an obstacle to .
The most awkward and long-faced opponent I would eventually clash with.
How should I bring her down?
In what way should I get rid of her so that she would crumble and never be able to stand up on her own again, cowering forever?
The thod that ca to mind was quite simple.
Even if I couldn’t classify the thod itself as simple, it was one of the things I had experienced before.
Just as the na Yuria Taylor was a nightmare to , maybe I could make the na Robert Taylor feel like a nightmare to her.
Tap, tap.
I tapped the armrest of the chair, lost in thought.
As my thoughts beca organized, I felt a sense of refreshnt in my heart.
It was quite a strange feeling, considering I was looking forward to soone’s downfall.
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Clop.
As the horse stopped, I soon realized I had arrived at the ducal estate. At a ti close to midnight, Yuria had probably arrived earlier, as her carriage was already parked.
The light coming from inside would be hers.
I had pondered quite a bit to avoid running into her at the entrance like last ti, but what greeted was an empty hallway.
“You’re back.”
“Did the Young Lady say anything?”
When I asked if she had said anything about my actions, Renold shook his head and answered.
“She just ca in, but she didn’t say anything in particular. Did sothing happen?”
“…No, it’s fine if not.”
She must have thought it would be a self-inflicted wound to ntion the princess.
No matter how much she was the Young Lady of the Taylors, since Father had tacitly approved of my actions, it would be difficult for her to say anything about the imperial family and .
I shook my head at Renold, who asked if I would return to my room.
It was better to face Yuria when her thoughts about were complicated.
If she faced in a confusing situation, it would be difficult for her to make a rational judgnt.
When I said I should see the Young Lady, Renold hesitated for a mont and soon nodded, saying he understood.
Perhaps Yuria was not in her room, as Renold led the way to the dining area, where I saw Yuria drinking tea alone.
“You’ve seed quite upset since earlier, are you alright?”
“I’m fine. There’s nothing to be upset about.”
Then, as I was about to move forward, I stopped for a mont and spoke again.
“Since the surroundings might beco noisy, take asures to keep it quiet.”
“Understood.”
Even if he couldn’t create a barrier, he could at least silence the servants who heard strange things.
Renold disappeared, and I moved my steps inside again.
As the door swung open with a creak, Yuria raised her head.
Seeing , she chuckled slightly, then quietly opened her mouth.
“You said you’d be together all day long, did you get stood up?”
“It’s not my taste. Were you jealo- oh my.”
Clang.
I quietly looked at the teacup that flew and hit the wall beside , then turned my gaze to Yuria.
The face that had been smiling was now gone without a trace, leaving only cold and desolate eyes.
The dining table without a single light on, as even the precariously burning candle was extinguished, was covered in darkness where we could barely see each other’s eyes.
Yuria, who had thrown the teacup at , continued as if nothing had happened.
As if regretting that it didn’t hit , glancing at the fallen teacup.
“I never told you to avoid it.”
“You never told to get hit either.”
“You’ve beco quite bold lately. I guess you have soone to rely on? Robert Taylor.”
“Soone to rely on, huh.”
Shrugging my shoulders once, I grinned brazenly.
Right now, it was only Miragen, but I planned to create more in the future.
Moreover, wasn’t this a matter Father had tacitly approved of?
All Yuria could do to was get angry like this.
No matter how many teacups she threw, nothing would change.
“Didn’t you see it earlier? The one I rely on.”
“Just because the princess takes your side doesn’t an much will change. I wonder how long the support you gained by opposing this subjugation as a condition will last.”
“I think about a year.”
“What can you do with just a year? With just a year, do you think you can bring down my position as the heir that I have built up all this ti?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
For a mont, Yuria’s brows furrowed deeply.
A year would be around next winter.
By then, I would probably be thinking about the false accusation of treason, so I had to have ownership of the Taylors.
That’s why I planned to make my move this winter.
I had to finish everything before next fall arrived.
Perhaps because there were no more teacups to grasp, Yuria’s hand trembled and shook in the air.
Exhaling through her clenched teeth, her eyes glaring at as if to devour were visible.
Yet the one who remained calm was still .
Picking up a piece of the teacup that had fallen to the floor, I spoke like that.
“You said before. That there are things that cannot be reversed.”
It was a saying about trust, but now it had a slightly different aning.
A broken teacup does not return.
Because Yuria herself threw it, even if it was put back together, it would not return to the teacup it once was.
Wouldn’t her fate be similar to this teacup?
Although it had not been thrown yet, by this ti next year, it would surely be shattered miserably.
So it was a warning.
For her to have at least a little sense of caution, to be wary and afraid of .
To monitor my every move, so that she herself would be bound by my movents.
“I plan to be away for a long ti in the winter. I need to prepare to beco the family head in my own way, don’t I?”
“…Ha.”
“In the north with Adele Igrit, and in the south with Saint Adriana.”
Yuria’s complexion, which had been laughing in disbelief, briefly turned cold.
As if trying to see if what I had said was a bluff, her eyes that had been staring at intently soon narrowed.
“It would be better not to utter such words even as a joke.”
“Who knows? You’ll soon find out whether it’s a joke or not. Aren’t you always watching ?”
“Watching you? You’re really good at saying things I’ve never heard of. Are you perhaps delusional?”
“Delusional, huh.”
Fiddling with the piece of teacup I had picked up, I then threw it towards the curtain.
With a brief swoosh, the piece of teacup that cut through the air soon hit sothing and stuck.
It was not the sound of hitting a wall.
The sound of penetrating sothing soft, so as I quietly looked that way, the maid who had been hiding finally revealed herself.
“Yo- Young Lady…”
The maid, who covered the piece stuck in her arm, opened her mouth.
It was a familiar face.
She was the maid who always brought tea or snacks when Renold was not around, so I knew well from the beginning that she was watching .
So I paid a little attention when I was outside.
I deliberately went to crowded places and tried to shake off the tail whenever possible.
So she probably didn’t know I had gone to the Moon Tower.
If she had known, she wouldn’t have doubted my friendship with the saint.
Seeing the maid who had revealed herself, I began to speak again.
“I pretended not to know about those who had been by my side all this ti for the sake of the Young Lady. Isn’t it embarrassing to be caught like this? Ignoring like that, yet keeping an eye on .”
Yuria did not even answer.
She rely stared at coldly, silently listening to what I was saying. But the emotion she harbored would be close to humiliation.
She must have been a little flustered, as she had never expected to be aware of such things.
I approached Yuria, who couldn’t say a word.
Step by step, much closer than when she threw the teacup at , now at a distance where we could fully see each other’s faces.
Deftly lighting the candle, I placed the broken teacup piece in front of her and opened my mouth.
Smiling softly, as if whispering.
“…Were you perhaps afraid of ?”
“Robert Taylor!”
Yuria, who had jumped up from her seat, grabbed my collar, but that was all.
Her wrist, trembling and shaking without any strength, fell off as I tapped it lightly.
Brushing off her hand, I continued as I tidied my clothes.
“If you weren’t, you could have just said so. There was no need for you to act so rough.”
“…I have never been afraid of you. I have always considered you pathetic, relying on Mother and unable to do anything on your own. I have only despised you.”
As if she couldn’t believe it, Yuria chuckled and glared at roughly.
“Beco the family head? Try all you want. Whether you go to the north and gain the support of the Grand Duchess, or go to the south and gain the support of the saint, nothing will change.”
“Is that so?”
“I am Yuria Taylor. The Young Lady of the Taylors, and the one who has sought to beco the family head before you could even speak properly. You, you can’t do anything. Robert.”
Looking at Yuria, who made eye contact with , a strange feeling blossod.
Even looking at Yuria Taylor, I no longer felt any emotion, just an empty feeling as if looking at soone else.
Yes, just like when I looked at Theresa.
In the past, I was afraid.
When I first started this run, I tried to beco indifferent to Yuria, and later, I harbored hatred for a while.
But now, I didn’t feel anything at all.
A woman who couldn’t control her imdiate anger and confusion and had lost her senses, I was convinced she could no longer be my match.
“Then we’ll find out after the winter passes. Whether I’m qualified to beco the family head or not.”
“You… can’t beco it, Robert.”
“No, I will beco it.”
Gaining the support of Adele, the support of the church. And gaining the support of the imperial family to make the Taylors mine.
In the process, I planned to create my own forces to prepare for the future, and to regain my own realm to a certain level.
When winter passed, when the bitter cold lted away and only warmth remained in the spring.
Would I still call Yuria the Young Lady then?
Smirking at Yuria, who had clenched her teeth, I slightly distanced myself and politely bowed my head.
It was an etiquette I had never shown before, fully observing the rules.
Yuria stared at at the greeting.
“Before, you asked if I was confident.”
It must have been what she said before I went to the palace. It was sothing I said to provoke her.
Wondering if she still rembered, as I looked at her, Yuria drew a dagger and cut her palm.
Pressing her bleeding hand tightly, she glared at and moved her lips again.
“…I will definitely beco the family head. And I will make you take responsibility for what you said.”
Responsibility, I knew well what that word ant.
How many tis had I died entangled in that responsibility? But I was not afraid.
I had long ago made up my mind to choose where I would die in this life.
I had not lived carelessly enough to die by Yuria’s hands.
As such, there was no need to even harbor fear.
“Is that so?”
But her wish would not be able to continue.
Because I had made up my mind to beco the family head, Yuria, who had only lived once, could not defeat Robert, who had lived 100 tis.
It was a predetermined story.
In this fated play where the script, lines, and even the ending were set. The fate she would face was only one.
Tragedy.
Muttering softly as I recalled that word.
My expression was now simply serene, as if I had nothing more to say.
“Then let’s try it. When we et next ti, we’ll roughly have that answer.”
When I turned my back and left the dining room, the sound of sothing breaking loudly echoed from behind.
For a long ti, the sound that seed to shatter everything inside finally stopped.
Instead, only the roar of a woman screaming in agony remained.
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