I Shall Master This Family's
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Chapter 53

"...Yea?"

Clerivan's handsome face turned pale.

The tall body staggered once, then leaned back against the sofa and asked me with a gaze as if the world was over.

"Did I make a mistake ...?"

Obviously, he misunderstood my words.

He'll even cry soon.

I heard that Clerivan's nickname is 'Cold-faced handsome guy'.

Where is that face?

Pretending not to know, I said a little late to make fun of Clerivan.

"How far do you think, Clerivan?"

"Not me……."

Clerivan rubbed his disheveled face.

If this continues, she will cry.

I said with a funny laugh.

“Not a clothing store. Are you ready to resign from my grandfather?"

“Oh, then....”.

An idea flashed across Clerivan's face, who understood what I meant

I smiled and answered.

"My eleventh birthday is coming. I have to get ready."

The day I can be free is not long.

Of course, there was one hurdle that had to be overcome before that.

A flower of laughter bloomed on Clerivan's face looking at me.

"And this. Can you pass it on to Caitlyn? Maybe now, he'll be in my grandfather's office.”

I just gave the envelope sealed by Louryl to Clerivan.

Clerivan nodded, as if he knew for whom this was written.

* * *

The Poirak Palace training ground.

Perez, standing with his sword in a well-organized posture.

in the vast space, he closed his eyes and felt the wind.

Although his black hair and collar fluttered in the wind, the tall and slender boy remained unshakable.

He just stood still with a pretty face like a masterpiece.

The teaching method of the swordsmanship teacher attached by the Lombardy Lord was slightly different from the other knights.

Moreover, he did not make any loud noises and did not teach the students carelessly.

Instead, Perez spent most of his class meditating like this.

Perez is a very talented hardworking man.

Sometimes, even swordsmanship classes were forced to stop.

But today was a little different. Perez's swordsmanship teacher, Juves, looked strangely at the student who could not concentrate on the class.

From the point of view of the teacher, a student who absorbs things very quickly is sometimes distracted like this.

That's because he sees Perez every day like that.

In the end, Juves said with a small sigh.

"Enough for today, Your Majesty."

For someone who could not concentrate on the movement of the wind, Perez stubbornly closed his eyes and shook his head.

"I'll do more."

It had been almost three years since he regained his rightful position as a Prince.

Now it's okay to live a little more comfortably.

The appearance of the Second Prince, who was still enthusiastic about swordsmanship and learning, to the point of being obsessive-compulsive, made the teacher a little worried.

Juve think it's good.

Meanwhile, Perez did not take a single day off from swordsmanship class, so Juves thought he should get the 2nd Prince to rest.

“You continue to lose your concentration and calm, and like this there is no point. I'll stop the rehearsal."

In the end, Perez slowly opened his eyes.

Through the black hair that was blown by the wind, eyes that were brighter than Ruby appeared.

Perez, who was thirteen years old, was now a boy, standing with a very beautiful appearance

Sometimes it's too much to be true .

But Juves, who had seen Perez so closely, knew that this beautiful boy was actually a man who was very deficient.

There is hardly any joy or sorrow in him that everyone has.

Even if there is, it is vague.

When Perez revealed his emotional expression, it was only when he occasionally ate round candy or when he saw the blooming Bomnia Flower.

Even when he deliberately pushed strength training to its limits, Perez fell silent.

Regarding that, he even heard that even in the academic class his attitude was the same.

Despite the incredible speed of growth, Juves was worried about where the 2nd Prince's 'blindness' came from.

So today, Juve took the initiative to ask what was bothering Perez.

"Is there someone you're waiting for?"

Juves asked as he recalled Perez's gaze towards the entrance of the Palace.

"Yes." Yeah."

Perez replied, with a slight jerk.

"Who are you waiting for?"

“Waiting Caitlyn back home.”

"Why?"

“... I can't tell you.”

Perez, who always told the truth, refused to answer.

As if hiding the most precious secret in the world, her young lips were tightly shut.

Juve even felt the betrayal.

"No."

"Your Majesty."

"I said no."

Perez is even on guard now.

"Do you refuse to answer your teacher, so I will punish you. Do 1000 slashes up and down."

"Yes." Yeah."

Now Juve have lost their word.

Instead of telling the reason for waiting for Caitlyn, Perez did a thousand cuts.

Juve shook his head.

Immediately, in the training hall, there was nothing but Perez's rough breathing sound.

Huoong, huoong-dong.

About 500 times like that. Juves said to Perez, who became sweaty.

"I don't know for what reason, but I'm very worried about His Majesty."

Huoong, huoong-dong.

"Just as understanding and inclusion in others is important, it is also important to have a generous attitude toward yourself."

Huoong, huoong-dong.

“Your Majesty, whom I have witnessed, does not have that point. It doesn't have to be perfect in everything. People do not know ............... "

Thats odd.

He could not hear the sound of the sword crushing the wind anymore.

Juve's eyes turned confused and saw Perez was already running at full speed from there.

With a sword in one hand and a glove in the other, it was the profile of someone running towards something like a madman.

"Well, Your Majesty?"

It was the first time.

How did Perez lose his composure like that?

No, the bright eyes that reminded me of the red pomegranate a moment ago even showed something like madness at first glance.

And on the side where Perez was running, there was a wagon that had just entered Poirak Palace.

Juves felt unreasonable and just stood there watching him.

Perez, who ran to the entrance and stood in front of the carriage, could not stand still even for a short time when the footrest was placed and the carriage door opened.

He quickly stuffed his sword into his scabbard and rubbed his hands covered in dirt and sweat on his outstretched pants.1

Finally, the carriage door opened, and Caitlyn, the maid of Poirak Palace, stepped on the ground lightly.

And when he found Perez standing right in front of him, he laughed as he spread out, and took something from his handbag and handed it over.

"Letter?"

It must be a small pink envelope.

And a smile, though light, flashed on the face of Perez who received it.

The red lips drew a nice line, and the sharp eyes curved.

It was a clear smile.

"Huh...."

Juves unwittingly laughed at Perez's smile for the first time.

Who in this world would not smile looking at such a joyful boy?

Perez stood still for a while. Then he picked up the letter and ran to the Palace.

With the sword thrown out of the body.

Juves, looking at the sword lying on the floor, murmured grimly.

"Well, if he's happy, that's good"

* * *

"Miss, can't I sleep here today?"

"No."

"Why. There are still plenty of rooms left."

"Why did you leave a nice house and sleep in someone else's house? Hurry back."

"Hey, Young Miss, you're overreacting ………."

Louryl lowered her shoulders and pouted her lips, but it didn't work for me.

When I remember the last time I let her stay without thinking, and finally, I had to listen to Louryl's chat until I fell asleep….

I was shaking even without a dagger.

"Hey. Then I'll be here early tomorrow."

Lauryl, who said so, nodded at me and went out.

you're off tomorrow. Does he know?

But once I tell him, he might actually sleep here.

I lay on the sofa in the living room alone to enjoy the serenity that finally came.

Today was very easy thanks to Louryl's help, but sometimes I need time to be alone.

I closed my eyes in a relaxed manner.

However, the silence did not last long.

Wh-bang!

The door opened with a loud voice.

"Louryl, what else did you leave– Dad?"

My father held the doorknob and breathed.

I looked confused and sat down.

“T, Tia... ...”

My father staggered as he called my name.

Then he stopped in front of the sofa where I was sitting and kneeling.

My father's face, whose height level was similar to mine, cried.

"Ah, Father, Father...."

Father, who had put on a happy face a few times, said the next word.

"Your father got a medal!"