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TL/N: Next 3 chapters are shorter than usual, especially chapter 58. It’s because i wanted to finish volume 2 with a nice number LOL.
[Estiya’s POV]
“Wh, What?”
Billian’s first reaction to discovering Rodrigo was extremely negative.
“Ah! He is the man who hugged me!”
On the contrary, Loa was very positive. Loa stretched out her hand and rushed towards Rodrigo. Rodrigo gently held Loa with one hand.
“Can’t you see your sister?”
I was secretly sad and complained to Loa. Loa covered her mouth with her small hands and giggled.
“I couldn’t see you because the mister was so big.”
That’s true. Rodrigo is big. I was behind him, so she may not be able to see
 It’s not! You can see all the poofy dresses!
I grabbed Loa’s nose and shook it slightly after she made a cute excuse. Still, Loa laughed out loud, holding her nose. The uncomfortable feeling of being Erhardt seemed to have disappeared like melting snow.
“Sister, are you crazy? That person is Erhardt!”
Billian came up to me and glared at me.
“Yes, Rodrigo is Erhardt. And it’s the benefactor who saved you, me, and Loa.”
“I’m grateful for that

. I was going to send him a thank you.”
“Never mind, I’ll take that as a return.”
Rodrigo stepped in. Billain stepped back. His pride seemed to be hurt because he had to look up when Rodrigo was close.
“I learned that grace is to pay back.”
“Wrong, you. You must have been taught to pay back twice the damage.”
“That’s what I meant, sister.”
Billion puffed out his shoulders as if telling me not to step forward.
“Do you really think so, Billian?”
A low, deep voice was heard. We all turned our eyes to the door. A smartly dressed Gilter was leaning by the door, watching us.
“Br, brother!”
Billian stretched his shoulders and called Gilter.
What happened while I was gone? Billian was too afraid of Gilter. Come to think of it, I couldn’t see how Billian and Loa were doing after the uproar with Gilter.
In the meantime, Gilter may have visited and caused a commotion
“More than that, Erhardt. Billian, if you saw Erhard, you should have fired the knife instead of just standing there and talking.”
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As soon as he finished speaking, Gilter threw his dagger. The dagger was aimed at me, not at Rodrigo.
Was it a coincidence that the dagger thrown while swearing at Erhardt was directed at me or was Gilter aiming for it? I weighed in on the latter being the truth.
“Anyway, I think I will have to see blood today.”
Rodrigo muttered quickly and pulled me. The dagger passed right where I was and lodged itself in the wall. Rodrigo glared at Gilter, holding Loa in one hand and me in the other.
“Oops, my hand slipped.”
Gilter spoke in a tone that was not at all sorry, and pulled out the next dagger. But he couldn’t throw it. This is because Rodrigo, who let go of Loa and me, approached Gilter in the blink of an eye and thrust the tip of his sword.
“I don’t make a stupid mistake of letting a sword slip.”
“Haha, what happened to my hair? This is Cartina. You’re Erhardt. Billian, what are you doing? I, Cartina, am being beaten by Erhardt.”
Billian put his hand in his bosom. He took out the poison he had prepared for today’s class.
“Yeah, you’re doing great. Billian, I’ve told you so many times. I mean, if you want to live as Cartina, you have to prove yourself. Now, throw it.”
I thought Rodrigo would make a joke or avoid the poison bottle, but I was worried about the situation after that and grabbed Billian’s wrist. Billian’s trembling eyes turned to me.
“That’s the man I’m going to marry. That means he’s going to be a Cartina.”
So even if you don’t attack here, there’s nothing wrong as a Cartina.
“What are you talking about, Estiya? Alas, I heard you’ve been playing love games lately. But are you really going to marry Erhardt?”
Gilter made a mockery of me. I think I’m going to pull out that bastard’s tongue and completely wrap it around his face. I frowned and handed over Billian’s poison vial.
“You just lost the poison vial to me.”
That’s how I reassured Billian and pushed Loa towards Billian. Loa was terrified and trembling.
“You talk a lot. Isn’t Cartina more action than words?”
Rodrigo murmured grimly. I pondered for a moment.
Let Rodrigo kill Gilter?
I’d love to, but there’s a big fish waiting behind Gilter. I concluded that he should be alive until I found a point of contact with the emperor.
“Rodigo, this is Cartina.”
“Does Cartina throw knives between cousins?”
I nodded. Rodrigo’s forehead narrowed. You don’t understand. But it’s true. Cartina throws bombs at people as well as knives to snatch the position of the Count.
“Haha, were you disappointed in my family? Or are you scared?”
Gilter couldn’t get rid of his rude tone.
Identical to his personality!
“Come here, Rodrigo.”
Rodrigo groped Gilter’s body with his sword pointed at him. Various poison vials, the remaining shuriken, and even the long sword were removed from Gilter’s body and thrown away. Gilter raised his hands as if surrendering, and Rodrigo clenched his teeth. I could tell how angry he was by the strength that went into his jaw.
“I’m putting up with it because of you, you know?”
Rodrigo said.
“That’s right. Good job. You have to put up with it, you’re Erhardt. But I am.”
I took off my shoes. When I came down from my high-heeled shoes, Rodrigo grew more than a handful. No, I got smaller.
Rodrigo asked with his eyes what I was doing.
“You have to put up with it, but I don’t have to.”
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Smile.
I smiled at him and tossed the shoe at the laughing Gilter. The shoes crossed the air in a straight line. Surprised, Gilter raised his hand and tried to knock off the shoes, but suddenly a wind blew from somewhere and the direction of the flying shoes changed.
Rodrigo?
I saw him. He made a fuss, of course he did.
“Euagh.”
The heel of the shoe stuck right into Gilter’s shoulder. I wanted to stick it on his forehead.
“Next time, match the wind direction correctly.”
Rodrigo made an expression as if he didn’t understand. I pretended not to know and approached Gilter. Then I grabbed the shoe stuck in his shoulder and pulled it out. Blood flowed from his shoulder.
“You crazy!”
It was the moment Gilter reached out and tried to grab my hair. Rodrigo approached and grabbed Gilter’s wrist.
“You, you.”
“Sorry, my foot slipped. What is it? I will be careful in the future.”
I smiled gracefully and put my shoes back on.
***
“A well-dried mixture of the March leaves of the lunatic grass and the autumn root of the sluggrass makes an excellent sleeping pill.”
“What do you use that for?”
The poison brewing teacher, wearing a black hood, glanced at Gilter.
“I only tell you how to make it, and how to use it depends on your imagination.”
That’s right. Powerful sleeping pills have many uses. There are so many things you can do to put people to sleep!
Gilter pursed his lips and shook his head. The teacher ignored him and started making the medicine again. Dried March leaves of lunatic grass and autumn roots of sluggrass were put into ground powder and boiled with water.
“As you can see, this medicine is odorless, colorless, and scentless.”
“Will you die if you eat too much of that?”
Gilter cut off the teacher’s explanation again.
“Brother!”
Loa screamed. Gilter said, hitting Loa’s forehead with a knuckle.
“How can a small one interrupt when older brother is talking?”
Loa clasped her hit head. Tears welled up in her eyes.
Billian’s face turned red. I’m sure he’s angry, but Billian didn’t say anything to Gilter.
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“I’m sorry.”
Our family is a true piece of shit.
“It’s quite different from the way Kaylan, Ether, and Eyla treat you.”
“We’re a little special.”
Rodrigo shook his head as if he understood.
“What’s with that expression?”
“You know why you get along well with your older sisters and older brothers?”
“What’s the reason?”
“Because I can’t help loving you.”
This person is really.
I slapped Rodrigo’s thigh under the table. Rodrigo didn’t blink an eye and focused on the class again. I was the only one who couldn’t concentrate because of my pounding heart.
“

until the next time we meet, you’ll have to make the sleeping pills I told you about today and write down the results for yourself.”
The class was boring. Most of the things I already knew. Finally, when the teacher gave the assignment and was about to finish the class, Gilter raised his hand.
“If there’s a problem with the medicine, will you take responsibility?”
Anyway, why does that bastard keep glancing at me from earlier?
“Count Cartina will be in charge. If it was purely for the purpose of the assignment.”
“Yes, that’s enough.”
I don’t know what happened.
Don’t tell me he’s getting drugs into my food?