Chapter 68: Banquet (2)

I spent time talking with the two.

Then the sound of the violin grew louder for a moment, and the attendant standing in front of the door said loudly.

“Marquis Hariun Dard is entering!”

A dignified noble entered the place where lower-ranking nobles were lined up just a moment ago.

From now on, nobles above the rank of marquis began to enter in earnest.

“Let’s continue talking. Anyway, they’re people who have nothing to do with us.”

“I know, right.”

The two continued the conversation.

Other nobles were divided into exactly two reactions.

People who enjoyed the banquet, saying that it had nothing to do with them like us, and nobles who rushed to show their faces to the Marquis.

So, while I was having a fun time, I suddenly made eye contact with a nobleman.

He was the nobleman who was causing a scene at the entrance before coming here.

His name was definitely Count Hayeom, right?

The guy was walking straight towards me, looking right at me. Just in time, the two people I was talking to also saw Count Hayeom.

“That troublesome count. His name was Hayeom, right?”

“Yes. He’s famous in the social world. As a troublesome pig. Don’t make eye contact with him for no reason. He was humiliated for doing something strange before he came in, so he’s not in a good mood.”

The two said so and looked away. But the count was already approaching me.

In my previous life, when I was working part-time, there was always one troublemaker a week. The sensation of that time ran down my spine.

“Wait a minute.”

“Sister? Where are you going?”

“No. That count seems to have something to do with me.”

The two also realized that the count’s eyes were on me, and they looked at me with pity.

“Shall I help you?”

Roel asked, holding out his hand, but I refused. The opponent is a count. A mere son of a baron is not someone who can do something.

I didn’t want to harm him for no reason, so I sighed and approached.

“Is it you? The b*tch who laughed at me earlier.”

“No. How could I dare laugh at you, Count?”

“Huh. I definitely saw it, what’s your name?”

“I am Baronet Arcane.”

“Baronet? Ha. Weren’t you a commoner? A mere commoner dared to give me such humiliation?”

Slap!

A palm flew in and slapped my cheek. I had already recognized that this was going to happen, so I slightly turned my head and reduced the impact.

Still, my body was so weak that my lips burst slightly.

The eyes of the nobles around me are focused on this side.

Pity, interest, curiosity, compassion, etc. It’s a variety of emotions.

I’m used to it.

There were many such situations when I was working part-time. At that time, I somehow got over it, but now there’s no way I can get over it.

Because the opponent is a noble who is higher than me.

“Does it hurt? Does it hurt? A dirty commoner should be grateful to be hit by a noble count, don’t you frown?”

I forced the corners of my mouth up. My fists were trembling. I think I can win if I fight right now, but the class system that makes me have to be hit like this is really deplorable.

Whether or not that’s the case, the count chuckled wickedly, poking my collarbone.

“I’ll forgive you. You’ll have to spend tonight with me. You don’t want to make more noise here either, do you? Huh?”

“Count!”

At that moment, Roel and Yui, who were next to me, flared up. But the count looked up and down at the two and snorted.

“Why are you yelling? Did I do something wrong? And you two weren’t educated at home. How dare mere baronet brats defy a count.

Your fathers are both under Marquis Jeg, right? It just so happens that I have a drink with Marquis Jeg. I’ll mention the two barons at that time.”

“Ugh.”

They were pressed down by authority. The two clenched their teeth as if they were very angry, but there was nothing they could do.

‘By the way, Marquis Jeg. He said he’s a troublemaker, but I see now.’

I heard that Marquis Jeg is one of the pillars of the Argon Tarnerus ducal power.

Emily told me that he was neutral, but he supported the two duchies and his power grew.

And Marquis Jeg was the acting head of the Argon Duchy, so he was the one I had to greet.

Since Emily and I are always together, I can see that a marquis is nothing, but a marquis is a powerful person who ranks within the top 20 in this country.

He’s backing him up, so the count can run wild like that.

‘I got caught badly.’

I kept sighing. Of all people, I got caught by this guy.

“So. What will you do? I’ll give you a choice. Will you spend a night with me and erase your sins? Or will you blow away that paltry title of baronet?”

“…I.”

At that moment, when I clenched my teeth and was about to choose the latter. Emily, Delkarmen Muelia, and Yona came from afar.

“Sister!”

Yona, who found me after looking around, ran pitter-patter and hugged me. On the other hand, Emily read the bad atmosphere between me and the count.

“What’s going on now?”

“Oh. It’s Miss Emily of Muelia. I am Count Hayeom. You may not know, but…”

“I know. But when did I ask your name?”

Emily erased the smile from her lips as she looked at my face. She was looking at Count Hayeom with a cold expression that I had never seen before.

“You two.”

“Yes. I am Hassoon Roel, Miss.”

“I am Jewi Yui.”

“You two. Explain what happened just now.”

Roel and Yui looked at the count’s face and started talking about this and that.

They explained a series of events, such as talking, suddenly coming and forcing them to spend the night together, and threatening them with their status.

Emily’s expression hardened as the story continued. She glared at the count. No emotion could be felt in her eyes.

The pressure emanating from the bloodline of iron and blood pressed down on the count. The count gritted his teeth and made excuses.

“That woman laughed at me first. And she’s just a mere baronet, why are you so concerned?”

At those words, Emily’s eyebrows rose.

‘Oh no. That’s when she’s really angry, right?’

In the original work, Emily made that expression when she beheaded the prince.

I was afraid that something might happen, so I tried to stop her, but Emily took the lead first.

“It’s funny. How dare a mere count threaten my friend and a noble appointed directly by Muelia. Do you think you can handle it?”

“What? Oh. No. Wait a minute. You mean that woman belongs to Muelia?”

“Now that the duchy speaks, you can’t believe it. Do you want the head of the family to speak directly? Do you think you can handle it?”

“….”

Everyone around was surprised. The title of baronet is a semi-title that can be given by nobles above the rank of marquis.

In a way, it can be a sign that you are trusted by a noble, but that doesn’t mean you can openly pressure a count.

If you put a scale, it means that the count side is a little more tilted.

Especially since the count is the party to the incident, he was clearly embarrassed. But Emily didn’t end there.

“Count Hayeom. You’re a noble of the East, right? I heard that you’re a noble who has risen rapidly because a lot of mines have been discovered recently. What will happen if I block the distribution of ore?”

“I’m sorry. Miss.”

“Um. It wouldn’t be bad to socially bury you completely. You seem to have a lot of enemies based on your personality, so I wonder how you’ll be torn apart if the protection of Marquis Jeg disappears.”

“No. I’m sorry. Miss. Please have mercy.”

“Kneel down.”

The count slowly bent his knees with a shameful expression.

The second most powerful duchy in this world has commanded him. If he doesn’t kneel right now, he might be buried without anyone knowing.

Maybe being buried means not the social one, but literal burial.

Knowing that well, the count bowed his head to the floor in front of everyone.

‘Scary.’

It was the first time I had seen Emily like that since I possessed her body, and it was quite scary.

She always approached me with a dignified smile, but now I could clearly see the iron-blooded appearance in the original work.

“Please have mercy.”

Then someone approached from behind. It’s Marquis Jeg, whom I’ve seen in pictures.

“Marquis Jeg.”

“Yes. Grand Duchess.”

“How about managing your subordinates properly? I’m ashamed to see the two dukes because of this.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll take care of it.”

“Take care of it yourself.”

“Yes.”

Marquis Jeg bowed 90 degrees and left. Finally, he glanced at the count, and there was anger in it.

Everyone here knew.

That the name Count Hayeom will no longer be seen in the social world.

Emily looked down at the pitifully collapsed count. Still, a cold chill that made her body tremble was lurking around her.

“Count Hayeom. Keep in mind. I never forgive anyone who touches what’s mine.”

In the end, Count Hayeom, who bowed his head, collapsed and fell.

“Rachel?”

“Ye, yes. Yes. Miss.”

“Let’s go.”