In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 42

When Lulak’s servant had just found Viese, Viese was just getting on the carriage to return to the mansion.

He was having a social gathering outside and was on his way to the Lord’s office to confirm a ridiculous word he was heard.

"My father looking for me?"

"Yes, that’s right..."

However, the servant who delivers the words looks strange.

Avoiding the eyes and blurring the words, something is bound to happen.

"That’s great! I had something to ask too."

Viese murmured in the carriage heading to the mansion.

After arriving in front of the office, Viese hid his discomfort and knocked, then entered the office.

"Father, I heard you were looking for..."

Viese, who had just finished greeting, found his son Belsach standing alone in front of the table.

"Belsach? What’s wrong with your arm..."

A white bandage was wrapped around his son’s arm, which was fine until he left the mansion in the morning, and a splint sticking out from under his hand.

"Father, what’s going on?"

’sit down."

Lulak answered the question with an order.

As Viese sat on the chair next to Belsach, Lulak said in a stern voice.

"Belsach, do you understand your fault?"

Belsach was silent, just bowing his head down.

It was a stubbornness not to admit his wrongdoing.

Lulak chocked his tongue at the sight of such a grandson.

And looking at Viese, the. said.

"Belsach hit Florentia with a wooden sword. Thanks to him, she’s lying in the hospital with her nosebleed and passed out. As a father, you tell me."

Only then did Viese, who had a rough idea of the bandage and situation on Belsach’s arm, answered without showing any remorse.

"What happened to Belsach’s arm?"

"It was because the Shananet’s twin trying to protect Florentia."

’so where are they now? Since they made Belsach’s arm like that, aren’t they supposed to be here apologizing to Belsach?"

On the other hand, his tone of rebuttal was quite different from usual.

Viese’s voice, which he couldn’t even talk back to his father, was filled with anger.

Lulak was speechless at the sight.

Even the desire to scold has disappeared.

There was a certain amount of anticipation.

No matter how self-indulgent Viese is, he must know how to learn his son’s fault.

But Lulak was disappointed again this time.

Rather than worrying about his son, he could only find a vigorous appearance as if he would punish the twins.

Lulak, looking at his eldest son with cold eyes, said to Belsach, who stood between his father and grandfather.

"What you did today is totally unacceptable, Belsach. Whatever you think, Florentia is your cousin and a member of Lombardy. And in Lombardy, my words are law."

Belsach’s very tense shoulders flinched.

He thought he’d to say he didn’t hit Tia with a wooden sword as the twins said, he just hit her in the face with a leather ball, but he shut his mouth again.

It was because he thought he’d get in more trouble if he protested like that now.

"The last time I told you to stop ignoring or harassing Florentia. Do you remember?"

"...Yes."

Belsach’s voice became even smaller.

Fortunately, there is no resentment like his father did.

Lulak’s anger faded slightly from his eyes.

"Because of your actions against my word, today your father will pay Florentia a huge amount of compensation."

"...Father!"

Viese cried out in tears, but Lulak didn’t even look at him.

"Also, Belsach, you are prohibited from approaching Florentia in the future. Until there are other words from me."

"He is prohibited? Just because the children have a little argument with each other."

Viese raised his voice.

"Are you against my judgment now?"

Lulak’s voice was lowered.

Only then did he shut up, but his eyes were still full of complaints.

"Get out."

Lulak ordered Belsach to leave.

Belsach, who drooped his shoulders and looked at Viese once, left the office helplessly.

No employees were coming and going in the quiet hallway.

As he moved away from the office, his gloom gradually disappeared, and Belsach felt anger.

"This is not fair!"

She’s only got a little nosebleed!

I broke my arm!

Belsach rolled up his fist and squeezed it.

Grandfather’s cold gaze kept popping up.

"It’s all because of her. Because of that girl... Argh!"

Just around the corner, Belsach tripped over something that popped out.

Kudang!

As he fell, his broken arm hit the wall, and Belsach was too sick to scream.

"Oh, my God. It must be hurt."

There was a voice of laughter.

"Well, you don’t look too sick."

Standing in front of Belsach on the floor were Gilliu and Mayron.

"Hey, Belsach. Does the broken spot hurt a lot?"

Belsach was so frightened that he couldn’t answer and nodded.

Then, the wooden sword that Mayron was holding suddenly pointed under Belsach’s neck.

"Heeks!" Belsach shrugged heavily at the cold touch beneath his chin.

"A broken arm hurts so much. What about a leg with thicker bones?"

As Gilliu leaned down and whispered, Mayron’s sword moved accordingly to the shin of Belsach.

"Ha, don’t do that! I’m... I’m sorry!"

"Why are you apologizing to us?"

"That’s right. It’s Tia you have to apologize for, right?"

The twins were about to grab Belsach by the collar and take him to Florentia.

Belsach said with a tremor.

"My grandfather told me to stay away from the bitch, no Florentia! So, I can’t even apologize..."1

It was a very clumsy excuse somewhere, but the twins’s faces brightened up.

It was because they liked that Belsach could not come near Florentia.

"Yeah, that’s great."

"Stay away from our Tia."

"Listen to grandfather."

The twins giggled among themselves as if they had heard a funny joke.

But that’s also for a while.

Mayron said as he tapped Belsach’s shin with the end of the wooden sword.

"If you don’t listen to him, here’s next."

"I"m here."

Gilliu said, kicking the opposite shin with his toes.

"Oh, I see..."

Belsach nodded quickly.

"Then get well soon, cousin?"

Gilliu greeted Belsach by deliberately hit his injured arm.

"Ugh!"

The sound of Belsach’s groaning and the twins’s laughter mixed together in a quiet hallway.2

* * *

At the same time, in the residential office.

Belsach went out and the inside was engulfed in silence.

Lulak had already begun to look at the documents as if Viese did not exist in this space, and Viese was feeling more humiliated by this.

He shook his head, his trembling hands clenched into fists and said.

"Not only do you punish me, but you also punish my son too?"

Lulak’s eyebrows, which were about to be signed, wiggled once.

"What do you mean?"

"I know everything. You changed the Lombardy Scholarship meeting to the day I took Belsach into the Palace."

The news was the reason why Viese was returning to the mansion.

Lulak did not deny it.

As a result, Viese’s voice rises.

"You can’t ignore me like this. My rank as the eldest son falls. So is it Gallahan’s work?"

"Gallahan?"

Lulak raised one eyebrow to the name of the third child that popped out of nowhere.

"You’ve given him a boost to that ridiculous clothing store. You’re ordering clothes for useless employees."1

"What! A ridiculous clothing store. Did it look like that to you?"

"It’s just a clothing store for the common people. Anyone can do that much. And yet my father sided with Gallahan. I know you’re trying to punish me."3

So that’s enough for him to say.

Lulak burst into a laugh and said.

"If it’s so easy, you should try it, Viese. Get out of this family fence and make your own achievements as much as you’re ever done."

Viese trembled at the word of blatantly comparing himself and Gallahan.

"You’re so mean, Father. I can’t believe it! Am I offended you, father? You just don’t like me being close to the Imperial Family, right?"2

"Viese."

"My father didn’t empower me, as the eldest son, if I didn’t do this to borrow the power of the Imperial Family then what else!"

Now, even the reason for being close to the Empress was attributed to Lulak.

Lulak, who was still listening to his son’s pathetic story, put down the flag pen he was holding and said.

"Say it for sure. Have you ever had a drink with Jovanes? You are not close to the Imperial Family, you are close to Angenas. "

"Well, that’s..."

"And that’s your greatest sin."

Lulak’s index finger was pointing to Viese.

The voice became lower and the surrounding air seemed to get heavier.

"It is your sin that you dare to let Angenas show interest in our Lombardy work."

Viese, who had been arguing vigorously a little while ago, suddenly felt a cold sweat flowing behind his back.

It was because he realized that his father was very angry now.

"How dare you, Angenas."

Lulak stared at Viese.

At this moment, Viese was not his son.9

Just a member of stupid Lombardy who defamed the family.

Viese stepped back half a step without realizing it.

"Before taking away the Browns’s land like a fox, they wandered around the Barren Western part of the country, those bastards who only knew how to cling to their lineage."

"Oh, Father..."

Viese tried to apologize.

He tried to relieve his father’s anger even by kneeling down and begging for his hands.

But his body was stiff and he didn’t even feel like it.

Lulak, who was shooting out terrible anger, called Viese.

"Viese."

"Yes, Lord."

"Don’t make me take what you have in your hand now."

Viese’s chest sank harder than ever.

Although he was the eldest son, all that was given to Viese now was given by his father.

Being able to take everything away from himself with a word at any time. With one gesture, it was Lulak Lombardy who could kick himself out of Lombardy.3

"And this Lombardy Scholarship banquet is your choice. All you have to do is send your wife and Belsach to the Palace. You choose whether you’re at the Palace or the banquet."

Viese’s eyes shook.

Already, the Empress knows that he is bringing Belsach.

If he disappointed her expectations and attends Lombardy’s banquet, everything he has accumulated may gone.

But at the same time, his father seemed to have bones in his words.

After standing there for a while and dithering, Viese bowed and left the office.

Lulak, who seemed to keep looking at the documents without paying attention, sighed deeply at the sound of the door closing and dropped the documents.

Just a moment ago, where did the angry face who pushing Viese go?

He looked at the door where his son had left with a complicated look.