I Shall Master This Family's
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Chapter 4

"He kicked and knocked me down, and after that, He hastily hit with the book..."

I'm going crazy and jumping.

Lying by twisting the facts cunningly.

It is also surprising that Astalliu has a brain capable of doing that.

With my heart, I wanted to scream that it was all a lie, but I held it back.

Instead, I only 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 Florentia started beating you and Belsach for no reason?"

"Well, that's ..."

Unfortunately, Astalliu wasn't very adept at making up lies quickly.

Among the Lombardy lines, especially those with blunt heads might do something physically, but work that requires knowledge is difficult.

"Florentia hated us from the beginning..."

Sensing a sense of crisis, Belsach spoke loudly instead of Astalliu.

I raised my mouth silently.

"Don't interrupt anyone else's conversation, Belsach."

Because that's what Grandpa hated the most.

That's why I've held it without shouting that it's unfair.

"Where did you learn such despicable manners?"

Belsach's tears, which had stopped, were filled with more tears of reprimand.

But he couldn't even complain about how scared he was.

"Keep talking, Astalliu."

Astalliu was getting nervous now.

The man who previously could not make a proper excuse now buried his face behind the clothes of his father, Laurels, and began to cry.

So .

Such was the usual reaction of the children in front of his grandfather.

Lulak Lombardy's extraordinary charisma sometimes makes normal adults tremble.

Ever since I was young, I saw my grandfather, and was a Lombardy kid, so I was fine.

Most people don't even dare to make eye contact.

"Florentia."

When my grandfather called out to me, I felt my father's hand clasping my shoulder tensely.

"You tell me."

But when asking the question, my grandfather did not seem to have very high expectations.

It's natural.

The real me, Florentia, is a very shy boy.

That's what I inherited from my father, especially because I was abused by my cousin like that.

But I said, looking straight into my grandfather's eyes.

"I didn't do anything wrong."

"Even when my son is like this now......!"

"Vie!"

Finally, a great anger broke out from my grandfather.

Momentum Viese, who seemed to want to chew me at any moment, died, and her shoulders shriveled.

He could not contain his anger and intervene, a while ago, his son was scolded for doing the same.

Like a father like a son.

"Keep talking."

Grandpa said horribly to me.

But I could see that there was something else in those eyes that looked cold at first glance.

"I'm here waiting for my father. But suddenly, Belsach and Astalliu came and made fun of me by calling me a crossbreed, and I told him not to do that, so he hit me."

"You're hit? Who hit you?"

"Belsaac."

I did not forget to raise my index finger and point to Belsach.

"And he called me a lowly man and told me to go to the village of commoners."

Even if I don't see, I know my father's expression is listening to me now.

It was because the hand on my shoulder was trembling with anger.

It might make a bit of a fuss, but now it's time to tell her how I was treated.

Dad, sorry.

Please patience.

"So, did you hit Belsach for 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 don't belong to Lombardy.'"

My brown eyes and my grandfather were facing straight.

They were ordinary-looking brown eyes, but I knew they saw so much that the killer couldn't even imagine it.

"That's right, I'm mixed-blood."

My mother wasn't allowed to use the Lombardy name until the end, so I was completely half right.

I have no intention of denying it.

"But even though I was of mixed blood, I was obviously a Lombardy. My grandfather admitted it, Lombardy."

In the past, I thought I was incomplete because my mother was an ordinary person.

That's why I've always been ignored as a crossbreed, and my cousins consider them to be half creatures that I would never have had.

That's why I accepted that it was a decent event even though I was treated like an employee, not a member of Lombardy.

However, when I saw how they ran the family, I realized it was painful.

That I am a hundred times more worthy of the Lombardy name than the nerds who call themselves Lombardy and shrug their shoulders.

The fact that I am no less than anyone else, Lombardy.

"Belsach denies that I am not Lombardy. And I can't stand it."

"He didn't make fun of you, but because he said you weren't Lombardy?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I nodded and replied, then deliberately added a word.

"Grandfather."

That means 'I'm also your grandson'.

I'd like to say that I deserve to call you grandfather just like Belsach.

And at that moment I saw.

The faint smile on my grandfather's face, which had been stiff as if angry, passed.

"Does your knee hurt?"

At the end of my grandfather's words, I looked down at my knee.

Blood is bleeding at the place of fall.

"Of course it hurts."

"But you don't cry, you're usually a crying baby."

i've missed him.

A little embarrassed, I replied quickly.

"I'm going to cry. I'll say everything I want to say and go to my room and cry."

"Huh"

My father smiled a little over my head.

I heard a voice.

At the same time, the tense atmosphere was gently relieved.

Thank you Lord.

I quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

The first thing I had to do to become the head of the family was to earn my grandfather's trust.

The ruler of Lombardy was my grandfather.

From the big and small things of the family to the successor, everything went according to grandfather's will.

In short, it means absolute when we receive grandfather's will. [1]

Although other people from the Viese family might not be happy with me, they could not do much as long as I was liked by my grandfather.

In this Lombardy, flying beyond grandfather's sight was like a social death.

The crash of Belsach's battle had happened unexpectedly, but it was an opportunity

I was wondering how to get my grandfather's attention, but it seemed like I was taking a step closer on this occasion.

"I, Dad. I think we need to heal Tia's wounds."

My father, who had been paying attention, carefully spoke with my grandfather.

"Well, yeah, it should be. Take it."

"I got your permission, so I'm leaving."

That's when I tried to hold my father's hand.

"Wait."

Grandpa called me.

Ah why else.

"Florentia. Is this book yours?"

My grandfather took a book that fell on the ground and gave it to me and asked.

The titled tome is not a fairy tale book that children read even at a glance.

It means very expensive and valuable.

I froze.

It was because I completely forgot about books and because I knew what my grandfather thought about the people who used books.

I decided to confess.

My grandfather saw everything I hit and hit Belsach with this book, so there was no way out.

"Yes, that's my book."

I answered, holding the book with both hands.

"I'm sorry."

"Hmm?"

Grandpa looked at me as if he was wondering.

What is.

Aren't you angry?

"What are you apologizing for?"

"Well, that's rough handling of the book, because it's to convey knowledge, not to hit people, not to hurt people."

"You did say you didn't make a mistake a moment before."

You have a good memory.

I said pretend I don't know.

"I think it's a good way to admit it quickly when you realize a mistake."

"Ha.h... ."

grandfather, who probably laughed for a moment, told my father.

"Go and take Florentia to the doctor."

A doctor living in Lombardy.

There are.

With family support, it was a small hospital that healed people while teaching pupils and doing research.

"Yes, dad."

My father saw my bleeding knee and hugged me.

Since I was only seven years old, it was only natural that her father would hug his daughter, but she was a mature woman with a healthy mind.

It felt awkward being hugged by someone so sweet, to my long-dead father and I never saw him again.

"But Dad! Will you just cover this up? Florentia hit Belsach!"

Viese, who had been crushed and distorted, shouted unjustly.

"Florentia must take responsibility!"

Oh, he exploded.

I want to put my face on my father's shoulder.

Worrying about ending is like the past.

"Are you debating my decision now?"

Grandfather's voice became bold again.

"No, that's not it...."

"Vie."

"Yes, dad."

"You know you're embarrassing."

Grandfather, who had only left those words, returned to the room.

Viese was left working hard, but there was nothing he could do.

"Then we go."

My father greeted people while carrying me.

I thought I was going to leave soon, but I stopped walking for a while, went through the rain ceremony and said a word.

"Sister. Aren't you too excited about the kids' fights?"

"Woo-hoo!"

I must hurriedly cover my mouth with one hand.

Meanwhile, every time Belsach torments me, he replies to what my father said.

"You, you ...!"

Viese was grumpy and did not know what to do, but my father just moved his legs and steps with a calm face.

I hugged my father's neck and looked behind me, looking for Belsach with my eyes.

When he made eye contact with me, he shook his shoulder.

I subtracted the grumpy smile from the smiling face and said in the form of a mouth.

'I.AKAN.SEEN YOU.ANTI.'

The quiet man suddenly said, 'Ahhhhhh!'

She cried, but I enjoyed this moment by rubbing my face in my father's arms which I missed without noticing.

Oh, it smells good.

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Glossaries

[1] 'Jang Ding' - did not know what it meant, but the TL manhwa, said something like that.