The atmosphere in the conference room was as rigid as ever.
The cause was clear.
The Duke of Paeraton.
After almost a dozen days, he had a daunting atmosphere.
âOh, it was like that before, but itâs even more so today.â
âWhy are you so scary when you havenât been here in a while?â
The nobles were sweating and slowly looking at him.
âI canât narrow down the differences. The achievements from the war will be reviewed once again by each division and discussed later.â
Other aristocrats were delighted and evoked a jubilant atmosphere as if they had been waiting.
âOh, my gosh, itâs already time. I was supposed to buy my daughter an èclair, but I was too busy.â
(Ăclair- An èclair is an oblong pastry made with choux dough filled with a cream and topped with chocolate icing.)
âOh, youâre worried about everything. Why donât you ask the footman to do that?â
âHe doesnât know anything. Would it be the same for her if the Footman bought it or if her father bought it himself?â
âThe count is right. If I personally buy something to eat, sheâll be so happy. Iâm buying it on purpose, not sending a footman.â
âI do that too when I go home. How can I go back empty-handed when she wriggles and watches my hands?â
âYes! My granddaughter gives me a kiss saying thank you for buying her an eclair! How cute it is!â
Hahaha!
The merry-talking aristocrats flinched.
They could feel the stinging gaze. A sharp gaze that can never be avoided
They stopped laughing awkwardly and glanced sideways.
âHiikâ
The emotionless face of the Duke of Paeraton was staring at them to death.
*Sha-sha-shak, the prickly nobles turned their heads fast enough to make a sound.
âC, come to think of it, the Duke of Paeraton didnât like small talk!â
Last time, I could see him freezing the conference room, saying, âI hope you didnât gather here to talk freely.â
âI forgot about that workaholic pace after a long time!â
âL, l, letâs go ahead with the meeting.â
I tried to settle the situation in a hurry, but it was too late.
âViscount Tercho.â
At the deep, low voice calling for him, Viscount Tercho shivered, his shoulders shaking.
Tercho looked at the Duke of Paeraton, forcing him to turn around.
âWhere is it?â
âYesâŚ.?â
âWhere is what? Where is my grave?â
I couldnât even get my daughter an èclair.
When he swallowed his saliva in anticipation of death, the Duke of Paeratonâs lips opened again.
âThe dessert shop.â
âTo my daughterâŚâŚHuh?!â
Unexpected words made Terchoâs own eyes open wide.
Are you burying that èclair store?â
It canât be.
It was not that Tercho himself was a big-time or a sly politician.
However, he had enough importance to attend the selection meeting as a senior central official.
In other words, it meant that he was very familiar with the conversations between aristocrats.
The Duke of Paeraton is not asking for dessert now.
Itâs not appropriate to talk about buying sweets for your daughter while you are discussing the state affairs.
âNo, itâs not like a face-to-face meeting. I told the Duke that I could only buy èclairs in a dessert shop⌠Yes, this must be a threat to my life!â
It was certain.
The Duke of Paeraton wouldnât really be curious about a dessert shop.
âThe Duke of Paeraton, this scary manâŚ.âŚâ
Other aristocrats might have thought the same thing, but they looked at the Duke of Paeraton blankly.
However, when there are several people gathered, there is at least one person who canât understand the atmosphere.
âHuh! I guess the Duke of Paeraton is interested in desserts, too? You donât look like that at all!â
Everyone was shocked and stared at Marquis Schuev.
âLook at him!â
âDid you think before saying it?â
Sure enough, the Duke of Paeraton looked at Marquis Schuev with a fierce glare.
âWell, letâs start the meeting again. The next item on the agenda is an official letter from the temple.â
Count Crawfel, who decided that the Duke would really kill him, hurried the meeting.
At that time, an aide came to the Duke of Paeraton and whispered something in his ear.
In an instant, the Duke of Paeratonâs eyes changed.
Everyone was embarrassed at the sight of the duke leaving the conference room without looking back.
âD, Duke of Paeraton! Where are you going? Weâve been talking about the agenda for a long timeââ
âSomething urgent has come up.â
âBut itâs been a long time since youâve been here! We have to wrap it up todayââ
âWhen was it mandatory for me to attend the screening meeting?â
The Duke of Paeraton shot at those who had stopped him.
Those who encountered the red eyes faltered and closed their mouths.
It wasnât until the Duke of Paeraton left the conference room that the nobles spoke.
âWhat the hell is going on?âŚ.â
âDidnât he leave suddenly last time?â
âI donât think itâs serious. There may be information that only the Duke of Paeraton knows. Heâs not the kind of person whoâs going to leave without a reason.â
âYes, we should check the international situation and see if thereâs anything going on in territories.â
When he left the conference room one step later than the Duke of Paeraton, his chief aide, Viscount Erkel, sighed deeply after hearing the roar of the nobles.
âItâs not much. So relax.â
He gazed at the back of the master quickly moving away.
âThe last time he suddenly went out itâs because he heard that my lady was cleaning the windows.â
At that time, the aide, Viscount Erkel never imagined that the Duke of Paeraton would run out of the conference room.
It was just an insignificant message from the contact of the helpless maids.
âThe reason you havenât come out for a while is because the youngest lady said she would be stuck with you.â
Although he seemed to stay at home all the time, the Duke of Paeraton, the greatest contributor to the discussion related to non-communist activities, could not be left out.
So he put it off and put it off, and it was only today that he attended.
âToday, I heard that the Young lady of the Marquis of Tarenka has come.â
No matter how loud you say it to me, the nobles in there wonât be able to hear.
âThe Marquis Tarenka must have gone crazy.â
The Duke of Paeraton murmured lowly.
âYou thought I would do nothing if you let her come.â
His voice was as fierce as a beast.
Looking next to him, Viscount Erkel swallowed dry saliva.
âEven if the Marquis Tarenka is his brother-in-law, he doesnât know him that well.â
Itâs a miscalculation to think that sheâll be treated as a child.
âWell, you think the Duke wouldnât know, so you did that.â
How dare you cheat using the Dukeâs name.
It was the perfect way to kill yourself.
âBut somehowâŚ.â
Viscount Erkel gave the Duke a sidelong glance.
âI think youâre more angry at the coldness of the youngest lady than that.â
The Duke of Paeraton is different from ordinary humans.
I shouldnât assume heâs going to get angry because Marquis Tarenka neglected his child, treated her coldly, and made her work.
He may be angry that the Marquis ignored the direct line of Paeraton, but he may not be angry that the Marquis made his child suffer.
âYou donât even think itâs abuse.â
No emotional feeling is necessary for the Paeraton bloodline.
In order to blend into human society, they learn more than normal nobles, but it is not strange for their family.
âAll three masters are older than the youngest ladyâ
Remembering how desolate the father-son relationship was.
Erkel casually said, âIt looks good.â
Only when he felt the eyes of the Duke of Paeraton pointed toward him did he say, oh, no.
However, I have seen too many different aspects of my lord, who was like a monster without any emotion.
âI opened my mouth by myself.â
âThe way Your Excellency is cherishing and pamperingâŚ..â
âIt is Paeratonâs bloodline. Itâs natural to keep and protect them until they reach adulthood.â
He seemed to speak like he was taking care of a family treasure rather than caring for his daughter.
âItâs notâ.â
When he hurriedly opened his mouth, he closed his mouth again.
âYou look like an ordinary father in front of the ladyâŚ..â
Will the Duke understand this?
Do you even know what a normal dad is?
I am her father, and it is natural that I look like a fatherâmaybe the Duke will respond like that.
âYour Majesty, isnât the youngest lady cute and lovely?â
The Duke of Paeraton stopped walking. The red eyes pointed straight at the aide, Erkel.
Unlike his distinctively warm eye color, his gaze was neither warm nor cold.
Eyes that are so insensitive that no warmth of emotion can be found.
âAh.â
The Viscount of Erkel realized.
âYou donât know.â
He doesnât know the sense of being cute or lovely.
How Viscount Erkel felt sorry for this strong and great man.
And the youngest lady, whoâs clearly different from the Dukeâs harsh lineage.
âYouâre being loud.â
âI made a slip of the tongue.â
The Duke of Paeraton, who was looking at him, walked again.
âWell, Iâm not blaming you for asking that. There are many strange things about the youngest.â
âWhy do you think so?â
He asked with a curious face.
âIf your Excellency judges that the youngest lady is not of the Paeraton lineageâŚ..â
What will happen to the youngest lady?
âShe falls so easily. And she cries.â
âIt canât be helped because she has no magic.â
As I spoke, I knew that this answer was not a defense for the youngest lady.
A descendant from the direct line of Paeraton without magic has never existed.
âItâs not just that. She said she missed me, and she kissed me on the cheek, and last time she fell asleep on my lap.â
What?
The conversation was progressing in a different direction from what weâre talking about.
Erkel, who was as serious as he could be, looked up at the Duke of Paeraton with a dumbfounded face.
âYour face looks so happy today.â
He still looked expressionless, but somehow prideful.
âWhatâs more strange is me. When I look at my youngest childâŚâŚ.. my body reacts abnormally.â
âWhat?â
âAt first, I thought it was a mistake, but Iâm sure from my observations. Other times, Iâm fine, but only when the youngest is next to me.â
I wondered if I had forgotten some part of the conversation, but this forced me to get serious.
It was an unprecedented event for the Duke to have something wrong with his body.