I used to be like that.
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Renato could not hide his bitter expression as he recalled his faded wish. He now knew it was a futile dream, but in childhood, he still believed that one day he would be able to call Blanche ‘Imperial Mother’.
He also thought if he did better, if he became useful like what Blanche wished, Blanche would recognize him as his son.
However, more than 10 years later, the day that the child who longed for his parents’ affection wished for never came. Blanche’s violent language and abuse only got worse and never became better. With that unkind treatment that knew no end, Renato also gave up bit by bit.
Even when Ludmilla’s intervention led to an apology from his father Tristan, allowing Renato to call him ‘Imperial Father’, he still couldn’t completely give up on Blanche. In any case, to a child, parents were absolute beings, making them instinctively long for affection.
But there was no such feeling left now. All that remained in his heart were old sentiments crumbling like burnt ashes, leaving only scars.
Renato didn’t realize it when he was young, but now he did. Blanche was the one who gave birth to him, but not his mother. His acceptance of Renato was a dream that would never come true even if the world was turned upside down, even if he went back in time.
And now Renato didn’t want it either. Blanche was an enemy that he needed to eliminate to protect the people dear to him.
From a very young age, Renato knew better than anyone that Blanche wanted to be loved by Marquis Medus. It was because Blanche’s eyes and expression as he looked at the Marquis were terrifyingly similar to his own when he was a child.
“Seeing Your Majesty craving for the Marquis’ attention and affection reminded me of my past. It feels just like looking in a mirror. Your Majesty was so similar to me that I couldn’t help but know.”
“Ha, me? Similar to you?”
“Yes.”
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An empty smile appeared on Renato’s lips for a brief moment before disappearing. Marquis Medus must have raised him like that on purpose, but seeing Blanche’s obsession with him reminded Renato of his childhood.
“So I thought it wouldn’t solve anything even if Your Majesty hated and resented me. Do you think Marquis doesn’t love you because of me……”
“Isn’t that the truth? Without you, I would never have been treated like this!”
“Do you really think so?”
Renato asked back as he stared at Blanche. He was denying Blanche’s words. Toward Blanche who froze at his words, he asked quietly.
“If the problem was that I’m a Beta, why would the Marquis praise me a while ago? And he also said he could smile these days thanks to me and that I did really well, didn’t he?”
“That……”
Blanche opened his mouth, momentarily speechless. He should refute Renato, but he couldn’t think of a proper word to say. Because what Renato said was true.
“The Marquis recognizes me because I’m giving him what he has long needed.”
“……”
Hearing the irrefutable remark, Blanche bit his lower lip. As Renato said, Marquis Medus had been commending him recently. With Tristan’s coming to his senses shaking the foundation he worked so laboriously to achieve, he would naturally become fond of someone, whom he never had any expectation for, to perform better than anyone else.
Marquis Medus’ evaluation of Renato, which had improved since his marriage with Khalid was decided, increased even further after the arrival of a letter from the Queen of Khan Kingdom.
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Not long ago, the Marquis secretly rebuked Blanche and Maximo that Renato was working so hard in another country and that they should both try harder. Looking back, it was a shameful moment.
“As Your Majesty knows, the Marquis likes people with great abilities. He values talented people who can fill his shortcomings. He doesn’t care about traits, as he is a Beta himself.”
Renato continued in a calm, tranquil tone. He was not afraid when Blanche raised his eyes and glared at him sharply.
“Your Majesty always said that me being a Beta was the problem. But I don’t think so. It’s obvious just by looking at how the Marquis’ evaluation of me has changed. What matters to him is whether one is helpful to him or not, and not one’s trait.”
Was this punk always that good at talking? Blanche suddenly felt a strong sense of absurdity. He wanted to refute and shout at Renato to shut his mouth, but his throat was tightened, not allowing any sounds to come out. Because Blanche himself knew that Renato was right.
As Renato said, Marquis Medus looked at people by their talents, not traits. The only time he considered someone’s trait was when he needed a dominant Omega child and a grandson with the right to succeed to the throne to achieve his long-harbored desire.
“Of course, the Marquis must have been very troubled at first because I was born a Beta. But not now. There is an alternative, young Duke Florence, after all. It means things have changed.”
After finishing his words, Renato lifted his teacup. Having talked nonstop, he felt thirsty. While he took a sip of tea, Blanche still said nothing. No, he couldn’t do so.
“But Your Majesty kept getting stuck in the past and continued to take issue with me being a Beta. You were also like that just a while ago. Have you ever wondered how that would have looked in the Marquis’ eyes? He is a Beta after all, isn’t he?”
Realizing his mistake when Renato pointed it out, Blanche took a deep breath. His eyes shook violently as he recalled how Marquis Medus clicked his tongue with a dissatisfied face.
“And was I born a Beta because I wanted to? Rather, shouldn’t I blame you instead, Your Majesty? Why did you give birth to me as a Beta?”
Renato put down his teacup and looked at Blanche coldly. The serene violet-colored eyes gleamed frigidly like the chills of winter winds. Grieved hostility was the only emotion left when the child’s pure affection faded away.
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“A child’s trait is not determined by the child but by the parents. Numerous research says so. Which means His Majesty the Emperor and Your Majesty had a great influence on me being born a Beta. If someone was to blame, wouldn’t it be because of the parents who gave birth to me and not me?”
“So, you mean that all this is my fault?”
Blanche broke the silence and asked angrily. Renato was saying that for the past 20 years, Blanche had treated him as a target of resentment, disdained him, and considered him useless because he did not want to admit his own fault.
“At least I didn’t do anything wrong enough to be told that I ruined Your Majesty’s life. A child can’t choose his parents in the first place. It’s the same with traits.”
“You seriously……! There’s nothing you can’t say!”
Clink! Clang! The sounds of glass breaking resounded in the guest room one after another. Immediately after sensing a commotion, Louis, Luna, and the Empress Palace’s chamberlain entered.
“Your Majesty!”
“What happened?”
The three quickly grasped the situation by looking at Blanche huffing with a flushed face, Renato who placidly sat in front of him, and the teacups and vases scattered on the floor in pieces. Blanche could not control his temper again and threw whatever was in his hands at Renato.
“Your Majesty, please calm down.”
“Are you okay, Your Imperial Highness?”
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Louie and Luna looked at Renato while the chamberlain tried to dissuade the excited Blanche. Renato’s sleeves and hems of his trousers were slightly wet, possibly from the water splashed from the vase, but he fortunately had no injuries.
“Please return now, If His Lordship the Marquis knows this……”
“I know, so don’t touch me!”
Blanche threw a fit when the chamberlain tried to calm him down by mentioning Marquis Medus. Then, exhausted from his own temper, he flopped down on the sofa.
“That’s all I want to say. Today’s conversation should end here. If you have nothing more to say, I will get up first. I have to go see his highness.”
In the meantime, Renato got up and announced the end of their conversation. He bowed and turned his back without hesitation. He could not drive out Blanche who had a higher ranking than him even in his own palace, so he decided to leave first.
“……Stop there.”
Unable to control the rage engulfing his body, Blanche trembled and muttered, glaring fiercely at Renato who turned his back on him. He couldn’t believe Renato had shown his back to him first.
Is that really Renato?
Blanche denied the reality in front of his eyes. The Renato he knew was a weak, timid, pathetic son. But he was different today. He did not avoid Blanche’s gaze, nor did he cower at his harsh words.
On the contrary, he raised his head upright and listened to all of it. Blanche could not believe that Renato, who had always been intimidated like a sinner in front of him, just turned around as if disregarding him. Someone who blocked his path to shine radiantly, the punk who must be sorry for the rest of his life for holding back his mother’s ankle!
“Stop right there!”
Blanche instantly bounced up from his seat and shouted until his neck was ripped apart. Then, before anyone could stop him, he rushed to Renato.
I used to be like that.
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Renato could not hide his bitter expression as he recalled his faded wish. He now knew it was a futile dream, but in childhood, he still believed that one day he would be able to call Blanche ‘Imperial Mother’.
He also thought if he did better, if he became useful like what Blanche wished, Blanche would recognize him as his son.
However, more than 10 years later, the day that the child who longed for his parents’ affection wished for never came. Blanche’s violent language and abuse only got worse and never became better. With that unkind treatment that knew no end, Renato also gave up bit by bit.
Even when Ludmilla’s intervention led to an apology from his father Tristan, allowing Renato to call him ‘Imperial Father’, he still couldn’t completely give up on Blanche. In any case, to a child, parents were absolute beings, making them instinctively long for affection.
But there was no such feeling left now. All that remained in his heart were old sentiments crumbling like burnt ashes, leaving only scars.
Renato didn’t realize it when he was young, but now he did. Blanche was the one who gave birth to him, but not his mother. His acceptance of Renato was a dream that would never come true even if the world was turned upside down, even if he went back in time.
And now Renato didn’t want it either. Blanche was an enemy that he needed to eliminate to protect the people dear to him.
From a very young age, Renato knew better than anyone that Blanche wanted to be loved by Marquis Medus. It was because Blanche’s eyes and expression as he looked at the Marquis were terrifyingly similar to his own when he was a child.
“Seeing Your Majesty craving for the Marquis’ attention and affection reminded me of my past. It feels just like looking in a mirror. Your Majesty was so similar to me that I couldn’t help but know.”
“Ha, me? Similar to you?”
“Yes.”
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An empty smile appeared on Renato’s lips for a brief moment before disappearing. Marquis Medus must have raised him like that on purpose, but seeing Blanche’s obsession with him reminded Renato of his childhood.
“So I thought it wouldn’t solve anything even if Your Majesty hated and resented me. Do you think Marquis doesn’t love you because of me……”
“Isn’t that the truth? Without you, I would never have been treated like this!”
“Do you really think so?”
Renato asked back as he stared at Blanche. He was denying Blanche’s words. Toward Blanche who froze at his words, he asked quietly.
“If the problem was that I’m a Beta, why would the Marquis praise me a while ago? And he also said he could smile these days thanks to me and that I did really well, didn’t he?”
“That……”
Blanche opened his mouth, momentarily speechless. He should refute Renato, but he couldn’t think of a proper word to say. Because what Renato said was true.
“The Marquis recognizes me because I’m giving him what he has long needed.”
“……”
Hearing the irrefutable remark, Blanche bit his lower lip. As Renato said, Marquis Medus had been commending him recently. With Tristan’s coming to his senses shaking the foundation he worked so laboriously to achieve, he would naturally become fond of someone, whom he never had any expectation for, to perform better than anyone else.
Marquis Medus’ evaluation of Renato, which had improved since his marriage with Khalid was decided, increased even further after the arrival of a letter from the Queen of Khan Kingdom.
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Not long ago, the Marquis secretly rebuked Blanche and Maximo that Renato was working so hard in another country and that they should both try harder. Looking back, it was a shameful moment.
“As Your Majesty knows, the Marquis likes people with great abilities. He values talented people who can fill his shortcomings. He doesn’t care about traits, as he is a Beta himself.”
Renato continued in a calm, tranquil tone. He was not afraid when Blanche raised his eyes and glared at him sharply.
“Your Majesty always said that me being a Beta was the problem. But I don’t think so. It’s obvious just by looking at how the Marquis’ evaluation of me has changed. What matters to him is whether one is helpful to him or not, and not one’s trait.”
Was this punk always that good at talking? Blanche suddenly felt a strong sense of absurdity. He wanted to refute and shout at Renato to shut his mouth, but his throat was tightened, not allowing any sounds to come out. Because Blanche himself knew that Renato was right.
As Renato said, Marquis Medus looked at people by their talents, not traits. The only time he considered someone’s trait was when he needed a dominant Omega child and a grandson with the right to succeed to the throne to achieve his long-harbored desire.
“Of course, the Marquis must have been very troubled at first because I was born a Beta. But not now. There is an alternative, young Duke Florence, after all. It means things have changed.”
After finishing his words, Renato lifted his teacup. Having talked nonstop, he felt thirsty. While he took a sip of tea, Blanche still said nothing. No, he couldn’t do so.
“But Your Majesty kept getting stuck in the past and continued to take issue with me being a Beta. You were also like that just a while ago. Have you ever wondered how that would have looked in the Marquis’ eyes? He is a Beta after all, isn’t he?”
Realizing his mistake when Renato pointed it out, Blanche took a deep breath. His eyes shook violently as he recalled how Marquis Medus clicked his tongue with a dissatisfied face.
“And was I born a Beta because I wanted to? Rather, shouldn’t I blame you instead, Your Majesty? Why did you give birth to me as a Beta?”
Renato put down his teacup and looked at Blanche coldly. The serene violet-colored eyes gleamed frigidly like the chills of winter winds. Grieved hostility was the only emotion left when the child’s pure affection faded away.
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“A child’s trait is not determined by the child but by the parents. Numerous research says so. Which means His Majesty the Emperor and Your Majesty had a great influence on me being born a Beta. If someone was to blame, wouldn’t it be because of the parents who gave birth to me and not me?”
“So, you mean that all this is my fault?”
Blanche broke the silence and asked angrily. Renato was saying that for the past 20 years, Blanche had treated him as a target of resentment, disdained him, and considered him useless because he did not want to admit his own fault.
“At least I didn’t do anything wrong enough to be told that I ruined Your Majesty’s life. A child can’t choose his parents in the first place. It’s the same with traits.”
“You seriously……! There’s nothing you can’t say!”
Clink! Clang! The sounds of glass breaking resounded in the guest room one after another. Immediately after sensing a commotion, Louis, Luna, and the Empress Palace’s chamberlain entered.
“Your Majesty!”
“What happened?”
The three quickly grasped the situation by looking at Blanche huffing with a flushed face, Renato who placidly sat in front of him, and the teacups and vases scattered on the floor in pieces. Blanche could not control his temper again and threw whatever was in his hands at Renato.
“Your Majesty, please calm down.”
“Are you okay, Your Imperial Highness?”
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Louie and Luna looked at Renato while the chamberlain tried to dissuade the excited Blanche. Renato’s sleeves and hems of his trousers were slightly wet, possibly from the water splashed from the vase, but he fortunately had no injuries.
“Please return now, If His Lordship the Marquis knows this……”
“I know, so don’t touch me!”
Blanche threw a fit when the chamberlain tried to calm him down by mentioning Marquis Medus. Then, exhausted from his own temper, he flopped down on the sofa.
“That’s all I want to say. Today’s conversation should end here. If you have nothing more to say, I will get up first. I have to go see his highness.”
In the meantime, Renato got up and announced the end of their conversation. He bowed and turned his back without hesitation. He could not drive out Blanche who had a higher ranking than him even in his own palace, so he decided to leave first.
“……Stop there.”
Unable to control the rage engulfing his body, Blanche trembled and muttered, glaring fiercely at Renato who turned his back on him. He couldn’t believe Renato had shown his back to him first.
Is that really Renato?
Blanche denied the reality in front of his eyes. The Renato he knew was a weak, timid, pathetic son. But he was different today. He did not avoid Blanche’s gaze, nor did he cower at his harsh words.
On the contrary, he raised his head upright and listened to all of it. Blanche could not believe that Renato, who had always been intimidated like a sinner in front of him, just turned around as if disregarding him. Someone who blocked his path to shine radiantly, the punk who must be sorry for the rest of his life for holding back his mother’s ankle!
“Stop right there!”
Blanche instantly bounced up from his seat and shouted until his neck was ripped apart. Then, before anyone could stop him, he rushed to Renato.
