Chapter 128
The fairy tea party in winter is held in the greenhouse.
The greenhouse was already bustling with many children.
Not just the direct descendants were present, but also collateral children with close ties were there.
Being invited to the direct descendants’ fairy tea party was considered a tremendous honor by the collateral children.
Their faces were flushed with excitement.
‘Oh, it’s them.’
Most of them were faces I had seen in the Twelfth Tower.
After all, it was a place where the somewhat prominent among the indirect descendants would go.
Although I was in the youngest group, they were over ten years old and in a different group, so we weren’t close.
However, every time we crossed paths, they gathered around and giggled at me.
“Juliana, how do you find my tea leaves? My father bought them especially for today; I would love to share them with you if you don’t mind.”
“Yes, they smell lovely.”
Juliana fluttered her fan as she spoke.
Despite the cold night, there wasn’t a more impressive black dragon.
“Deianira, your hair is so luscious and beautiful. It’s enchanting… Ah, my name is Cassandra. Will you remember me?”
“Ah! It’s truly an honor to meet you, Riantine.”
The indirect descendants were making a fuss trying to get close to the direct descendants.
Even though I entered, no one from the branch family welcomed me.
Instead, they subtly avoided eye contact and turned their eyes away.
‘They’re still kids, after all.’
If they were adults, they probably would have rushed over to me.
Because my father’s status is significantly different now, and I am a child within the direct line of the main family.
But for them to ignore me like that,
‘They must be thinking, She used to be less than me.‘
Thinking that a child they once looked down on suddenly changed makes them irritated.
‘I’ve seen it happen when I was Yoo Hyemin too.’
In middle school, there was a boy who was somewhat ostracized by others.
I remember all the boys picking on him.
But at a reunion after growing up, the boy who was bullied had become incredibly successful.
Everyone was loud and congratulatory to his face, but the atmosphere quickly changed.
A boy who used to be a bully in the class joked,
“See, this is why you should live a diligent life. Back in middle school, we couldn’t even look at you. You made me buy you guys so many pieces of bread.”
“Hey man, what are you saying?”
“Ah never mind, but this is nice to see. Still, don’t you remember? Just so I could fit in, my mom bought me sneakers and stuff.”
‘Adults can’t stand it when someone they frequently saw suddenly becomes successful, let alone children.’
The indirect descendants ignored me and continued to speak to Riantine.
“Lady Riantine, this lemon pie is really delicious.”
Riantine looked very annoyed by the constant attention from the branch family’s children, simply crossing her arms.
Suddenly, our eyes met as she turned her head.
“Erylotte, come here.”
‘There’s no space though?’
Riantine’s side was tightly packed with the branch family children.
She pointed at a child in a yellow dress beside her, a child who always looked down on me with disdain in the Twelfth Tower.
“You. Move.”
“What?”
“I said move. That’s Erylotte’s seat.”
The child in the yellow dress turned red-faced, not knowing what to do. Half-standing up, and upon making eye contact with Juliana, epitome of the black flame dragon chuunibyou, she spoke in a tearful voice,
“Juliana…”
She was looking for help.
Juliana closed her fan and spoke.
“What are you doing? Get out of the way.”
The intermediate class children each added their own comments.
“A direct descendant is standing right in front of you.”
“How many times do we have to repeat ourselves?”
The atmosphere turned icy in an instant.
The child in the yellow dress bit her lip hard and stepped back from her seat.
The atmosphere from the branch family children towards me was peculiar.
A cousin from the intermediate class sighed heavily, arms crossed, and spoke as if annoyed.
“This is why I hate inviting the indirect kids. They don’t know their place.”
The black flame dragon fluttered her fan and said,
“It seems they lack brains to the extent they can’t even learn proper manners.”
The cousin with her arms crossed frowned and scanned the collateral lines.
“Don’t you know it’s the family’s tradition to stand up and greet when a direct descendant appears?”
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The branch family kids went silent as mice.
They were terribly discriminatory and dismissive of others based on lineage.
But if the indirect descendants were baby kittens, the direct descendants were fully grown adult leopards.
A deep-seated belief in the supremacy of the main family ran through their bones.
Having the treatment they usually mete out return twofold, they seemed even more ashamed.
Riantine gestured for me to come quickly.
“Come on, hurry up.”
I promptly took the seat beside Riantine.
“Sistow, yew dun hate me?” (Sister, you don’t hate me?)
“Hate, what are you saying! Have some lemon pie.”
Why offer lemon pie against the question of whether I’m hated?
Deianira laughed and said,
“No, Riantine likes Erylotte.”
“When did I ever!”
“You said you wanted to have a competition again.”
“Don’t talk nonsense!”
I chuckled to myself inside.
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