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Chapter 4




Chapter 4
“She kicked and knocked me down, and after that, She Hurriedly hit with a book…”
I’m going crazy and jumping.
To lie by twisting facts trickily.
It was also surprising that Astalliu had a brain capable of doing that.
With my heart, I wanted to shout that that was all lies, but I held back.
Instead, I just looked at my grandfather with the meaning of ‘I have something to say!’
My grandfather looked at me once and asked Astalliu again.
“You mean that Florentia started beating you and Belsach for no reason?”
“Well, that…”
Sadly, Astalliu is not so adept at making up lies quickly.
Among Lombardy’s line, especially those with a blunt head might do something physically, but jobs that require knowledge are difficult.
“Florentia hates us from the beginning…”
Feeling a sense of crisis, Belsach spoke out loud instead of Astalliu.
I raised the tail of my mouth silently.
“Don’t interrupt someone else’s conversation, Belsach.”
Because it’s what Grandpa hates the most.
That is why I have been holding on to it without yelling that it’s unfair.
“Where did you learn such despicable manners?”
Belsach’s tears, which have stopped, filled with tears again from rebuke.
But he can’t even make a whimper about how scared he is.
“Keep talking, Astalliu.”
It is Astalliu who is getting more nervous now.
The guy who couldn’t make up the right excuses before now buried his face in his father’s clothes, Laurels, and started crying.
Well.
That was the reaction of the usual children in front of their grandfather.
Lulak Lombardy’s tremendous charisma sometimes makes even normal adults tremble.
Since I was young, I saw my grandfather, and are the children of Lombardy, so I was okay.
Most people didn’t even dare to make eye contact.
“Florentia.”
As my grandfather called me, I felt my father’s hand grasping my shoulder straining.
“You, tell me.”
But while asking questions, my grandfather didn’t seem to have very high expectations.
It was natural.
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The original me, Florentia, was an exceptionally timid child.
That’s what I inherited from my father, more so because I was harassed by my cousins like that.
But I said, looking straight into my grandfather’s eyes.
“I haven’t done anything wrong.”
“Even when my son like this now…… !”
“Viese!”
Eventually, great anger broke out from my grandfather.
The momentum of Viese, who seemed want to chew me at any moment, died, and his shoulders shriveled.
He couldn’t overcome his temper and intervene, a while ago, his son was scolded for doing the same thing.
Like father, like son.
“Keep talking.”
Grandpa said horribly to me.
But I could see that there was something else in those eyes that seemed cold at first glance.
“I was here waiting for my father. But all of a sudden, Belsach and Astalliu came and made fun of me by calling me half-blood, and I told him not to do that, so he hit me.”
“You got hit? Who hit you?”
“Belsach.”
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I did not forget to lift my index finger and point to Belsach.
“And he called me lowly-born and told me to go out to the commoners village.”
Even if I didn’t see, I knew the expression of my father who listened to me now.
It was because the hand on my shoulder was trembling with anger.
It could have been a bit of a fuss, but now it was time to tell him how I was being treated.
Father, sorry.
Please be patient.
“So did you hit Belsach because of that?”
“No.”
“Then why did you hit him?”
“That’s Belsach…”
I took a small breath and said again and again.
“That’s because Belsach told me, ‘You are not Lombardy’s.'”
Me and my grandfather’s brown eyes faced straight.
They were plain-looking brown eyes, but I knew they saw so much that the killer couldn’t even imagine.
“That’s right, I’m half-blood.”
My mother wasn’t allowed to use Lombardy’s name until the end, so I was definitely half right.
I had no intention of denying it.
“But even though I’m half-blood, I’m definitely Lombardy’s. My grandfather acknowledged it, Lombardy.”
In the past, I thought I was incomplete because my mother was a commoner.
That’s why I was always ignored as a half-blood, and my cousins regarded them as beings with half that I would never have.
That’s why I accepted that it was a worthy event though I was treated like an employee, not a member of Lombardy.
However, when I saw how they running the family, I realized it was painful.
That I’m a hundred times more worthy of the name Lombardy than those nerds who call themselves Lombardy and shrug their shoulders.
The fact that I am no less than anyone else, Lombardy.
“Belsach denied me that I wasn’t Lombardy. And I can’t stand it.”
“He didn’t make fun of you, but because he said you weren’t Lombardy?”
“Yeah.”
I nodded and answered, then deliberately added a word.
“Grandpa.”
It meant ‘I’m your granddaughter too’.
I wanted to say that I deserve to call you grandfather as much as Belsach.