Chapter 24
A familiar voice came from the doorway. It was Viscount Debussy and Conrad.
Riantine tightly clenched her hands and fell silent.
She then looked at Debussy with an innocent expression.
“Erylotte, she—”
“Sistew said if she spwashes thwis, it’s gonna be pwetty.”
“No, I…”
“I make Sister pwetty too!”
“No, I…”
“Wight? Sister got pwetty, wight?”
“Let me speak—”
“Bwut Sistew, why awe yew angewy?”
Since I kept cutting her off, Riantine looked frustrated.
‘I don’t know if you’ll let me go.’
Viscount Debussy narrowed his eyes.
“I see.”
He then looked at Mrs. Rita.
“Please fix Miss Erylotte’s dress and bring it back.”
“Yes, Viscount.”
That was the end of it.
But this matter will undoubtedly reach Grandfather’s ears.
So, Riantine is putting on a show for Viscount Debussy.
Viscount Debussy nodded and said, “Very well.”
“Viscount! Just a moment, Debussy!”
Riantine hurriedly followed him.
I watched his retreating figure and couldn’t help but chuckle.
‘I’m better at cutting people off, aren’t I?’
It’s my specialty, after all.
***
Riantine left the room in a huff.
She had spent the afternoon chasing after Debussy and trying to explain the inkwell incident, but he had just laughed it off.
“You don’t need to justify yourself to me. I heard everything that happened.”
She clenched her fists.
‘That wicked girl. Does she think I’ll let this slide?’
Riantine walked away with determination.
Her personal maid, who had been waiting outside, quickly followed her.
“My lady, where are you going?”
“Where is that girl’s room?”
“What?”
“That unlucky wretch’s room!”
“I heard it’s on the third floor of the annex.”
Riantine gritted her teeth.
“Living in the annex, of all places.”
The education area for the third-generation (the grandchildren of the Duke) was in the annex. Their bedrooms were also located there.
To dare to stay in the annex, where even bedrooms weren’t provided…
As Riantine entered the third-floor corridor, she headed straight for Erylotte’s room.
One of the guards who was guarding Erylotte’s room spoke up.
“Young Miss Erylotte is…”
“Out of my way!”
Riantine pushed the guard aside and entered the room.
Her personal maid handed a few gold coins to the bewildered guard.
“Do you know how to conduct yourself?”
“Y, yes!”
The guard quickly pocketed the gold and stepped back.
Inside the room, Riantine frowned.
No one was there. Not Erylotte, not even a single maid.
Tsk, Riantine clicked her tongue and began to inspect the room.
It’s a shabby room without even a drawing room, a study, or even a dressing room were all dismal.
It was completely lacking in comparison to her own room in the central mansion.
The furniture consisted of only a few beds, wardrobes, and a single desk.
‘Even the desk looks worn out…’
Riantine roughly opened the drawer of the desk, and to her surprise, she found something peculiar inside.
“Potion bottles?”
There’s an awkwardly tied ribbon on the potion bottle. Beside them was a small card with crooked handwriting.
[Habby biЯtbAy! I WisH GЯAndfAtHeЯ a HeAlty yeAЯ.]
The poorly written sentence left no doubt that it was from that wretched girl.
“She even prepared a gift for Grandfather?”
“What kind of potions are these?”
“Try drinking one, Nanny.”
“…Yes?”
The nanny looked puzzled.
What kind of medicine was she being told to eat?
“It’s probably just a dietary supplement.”
“Are you asking me to drink it?”
“…”
Riantine grabbed the potion bottle roughly, and the nanny stared at it with nervous eyes.
When Riantine was stubborn like this, there was no one who could stop her. If she didn’t obey, who knew what kind of trouble she’d cause.
She closed her eyes tightly and drank the potion.
“If your condition worsens, let me know. I’ll make a scene at Grandfather’s birthday.”
Having said that, Riantine slammed the drawer shut.
“It’s not the time to deal with someone like her.”
Other cousins took precedence.
Her poor academic performance had pushed her to the very bottom of the ranks. To restore her standing in her grandfather’s eyes, she had to impress him.
But that’s when…
“Oh…?”
The maid clenched her jaw.
“What’s wrong? Why?”
“My teeth aren’t hurt, my lady.”
“What?”
“Recently, I had such severe tooth pain that I couldn’t even eat, but now it doesn’t hurt at all.”
Riantine hastily opened the desk drawer again.
She grabbed the last remaining potion bottle.
“Is it possible for something like this to have such an effect? How did that wretched girl get her hands on it?”
“Perhaps it’s Conrad Marshal.”
“Conrad? Grandfather’s aide?”
“I heard he also made sure that Mrs. Rita’s services was monopolized, ensuring that Miss Erylotte’s dress was made.”
Conrad Marshal was a highly skilled man with a reputation for his excellence. It was for this reason that he had become the chief of staff at such a young age in the Astra Duchy.
“Idiot. To join forces with that wretched girl.”
Riantine stared intently at the potion bottle.
“Such medicine is too good for a girl like her.”
She put the potion bottle back in her pocket.
“Stop the search for the Dragon God’s Egg. I’ve found Grandfather’s gift.”
Riantine laughed arrogantly.
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