Fake wife - Chapter 4
Seeing my desperate eyes, he nodded. He was also involved in this incident and lost many of his retainers. Even for him, this work became the process of weeding out loyalists and treacherous subjects. And the big guy even gave away half of the Plan estate! Mr. Wa, Grand Duke, with my daughter. That’s how I live safely. His protection was the strongest sword of the old empire and won the right to live long and all. But three years later, I had to receive his marriage proposal in an absurd situation.
“Did you eat something wrong?”
“Not even disrespectful.”
But it sounded right to my ears that my apology had no soul. I looked at the face of my lord, Pascal, Archduke of Valencia, without hiding the expression that I heard bullshit. His face was calm. It was as if he would say, “The weather is wonderful today.”
If the words that came out of his mouth were not for marriage, it would have been an ordinary day. But he shouldn’t be like that, he is married. What is this grotesque sound of hitting and destroying a setting? Why did I become his vassal!
“Is it that surprising?”
“To be honest, yes it is.”
It’s a puck or a sad expression. I chose my words with a confused expression. I didn’t know his intentions, and I was confused because I didn’t know what the right answer was. At times like this, I just thought it was best to keep my words few. After a moment of silence, he spoke first.
“I had no intention of getting married.”
“Isn’t that why you selected your nephew as your successor?”
On the surface, it was. Nominating Theodore as his successor, Pascal maintains celibacy under the pretext of supporting him.
The power of the Grand Duke of Valencia was too great to turn into a shallow family bond. For that reason, the battle for succession was always fierce even in the grand duke’s family, whose hands were precious. In the process, he saw blood several times, so he did not lack convincing power. However, there were some vassals who expressed concern because of Theodore’s weak body, but that was a problem that was solved with my medicine. Deep down, it seemed that he had a wish for Pascal, the strongest Grand Duke of all time, to marry and produce a stronger heir, but none of his vassals dared to show it off. Actually, I was hoping for that too…
“It did. I did…”
He sighed heavily. On the other side of his grave face, a complex light flashed. I think I know his feelings, so I swallowed a sigh inwardly. Heir, I mean Theodore.
“I have doubts about whether this is the best.”
A bitter smile crept across his handsome face. So the problem is Theodore’s quality. That bastard, he just grew up as a rogue kid. I am 12 years old now, and the buds are already bright yellow. To the point where I was worried if I could entrust this bastard with this Grand Duke. First of all, I have a deep antipathy towards my uncle.
Since I was young, I grew up receiving brainwashing from my parents, not the brainwashing that Pascal is the reason why we are living such a difficult life. Even though he drank that terrifying single- use magic potion. It seems that this is why it is said that black- headed beasts are not harvested. Second, lack of ability. I don’t know what to expect from a child who is only 12 years old, but I can’t help but sigh as my learning ability is lower than that of children under the age of 10 of his vassals. I am in a situation where I have to protect the gap in the demon world as the Northern Duke, but I still can’t even hold the sword properly, so I won. Finally, the personality is dirty. To be honest, since I’m still young, my ability to study is poor and my uncle’s antipathy is enough as I grow up.
It was a problem that could be rectified. If it doesn’t work out, you can appoint a staff of vassals who have taken the oath of allegiance, and with your uncle, if you open your heart and go through life and death a few times, you’ll become friends. Isn’t it a matter of time? I’m dealing with young children. It’s all there. However, having a dirty personality was a big problem. No matter where and what the young man saw and learned, he had already beaten the attendants. Even if it is unavoidable because it is a class- based society, an attendant who was caught and beaten to death for a minor mistake is already passed over by both hands. I’m still only twelve years old.
“For now, why don’t we get away from Viscount Enes?”
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