***
The excommunication trial that marked the history of the Noble is over.
Upon receiving the repaired excommunication, I got into the carriage provided by the Imperial Palace.
It boasted a slow speed that was difficult to prevent reporters and paparazzi following to catch up with issues. As if the wagon had slowed down on purpose.
I dozed off then woke up in the carriage in a relaxed manner.
What a strange thing to do.
As we approached Academy Street where the stationery store is located, the strange sound of hammers began to get louder.
I opened the window to see the possible distance to the stationery store.
"We're almost there. What's that sound?"
Dominic, who had removed the invisibility magic, shrugged and said.
"I know."
I looked at Dominic and asked seriously.
"Isn't it too loud?"
Dominic also closed his eyes down and muttered seriously.
"It seems like something happened."
The wagon was running toward its destination, neither slow nor fast.
I opened the window.
When I opened the window, even though I was in the carriage, a loud noise that seemed to tear my eardrums rang out.
There must have been a problem.
I shouted loudly at the horseman through the open window.
"I'll get off here!"
The horseman quickly and accurately stopped the horse and dropped us off.
'It's really loud.'
As soon as I got off the carriage, I heard something breaking to the point where my ears hurt and I felt deaf.
I came down to the outside without the horseman's escort.
About a block from he stationery store.
I walked in step with Dominic who casted an invisibility spell.
And at the moment I finally arrived in front of my stationery store, I immediately recognized the identity of the loud noise.
"This·····."
"Mel."
I shook my head slightly towards Dominic and whispered to myself.
"That was expected. Everything."
I nodded my head.
"Hildegart must have properly placed a bush, right?"
"Yes, probably."
Ten people from the company gathered in front of the bright yellow stationery building.
They were smashing with hammers and sickles, as if they were demolishing their buildings.
The hammering of big men like a mountain continues in the sturdy building.
My precious stationery building was breaking, shattering, and collapsing.
Bang!
I watched my garden bench break with a louder sound than lightning strikes.
Even the things I made one by one were rolling on the floor like garbage.
I clenched and bit my lips.
Obviously, I expected it. But I didn't know it would be this miserable.
A wooden bench that rolls around the floor. Broken windows. And the collapsed doorknob and the main door.
Seeing the precious things smashed towards the muddy floor, I stared at Hildegart, who was standing in the distance and contemplating the situation.
I expected everything and it went as I intended.
But the fever has risen enough. The damn trauma of Meldenique's replayed in my mind.
Seven years old.
This is what Hildegart, who saw the sand castle created by Meldenique, said while pressing and stepping on her hand.
['Everything you make will be ruined.']
It was when Meldenique, who was mentally unstable, took courage and introduced her first business.
['Didn't I say that I'd ruin everything about you?']
Hildegart sent three workers and ruined everything about Meldenique.
I pressed down on my throbbing temple.
'I'm not as helpless as I was back then.'
I stood ten steps away from the stationery shop, and bravely walked towards Madame Hildegart, who was standing next to a maid with a parasol.
"Madam."
Even with my words, she didn't seem willing to stop the situation. All she had done was arrogantly move her chin toward her maid.
"Remove it quickly."
The maid made a funnel with her hands and brought it to her mouth and shouted loudly.
"She wants us to take it down faster!"
To the order the men moved their bodies more.
The sickle or hammers they had in their hands began to destroy my building even more messily.
Bang, Boom!
My stationery building was crumbling down at a faster rate. Rough footprints were left on the exterior wall of the pale yellow building.
'That's terrible, really.'
Madame Hildegart, who was glancing at me shaking with my fist clenched, distorted her eyes.
"So you should've figured out the topic. Don't you think so?"
I smiled brightly at Madame Hildegart.
"I got it. You're going to smash all my private property and stop me from making a comeback."
"Think however you want, baby."
"After all, I'm a commoner, so I'm just going to leave, right? Because if a nobleman steals a commoner's private property and tortures them recklessly, it will only end with a fine."
This world is such a place. A place where the distinction between commoners and nobles is severe.
"Whatever I think, shouldn't you take care of your body first?"
Now for me without a back bone this was a warning to kill me.
Hildegart came all the way in front of me without even trying to hide her mean expression.
"Hey, can't you turn it off?"
It was an attitude that went out for business, believing that I was no longer a noble and there would be no one to vouch for me.
I stared at her, pretending not to know.
"Are you giving orders to me now and treating me like that?"
"You idiot. Do you still think you're the daughter of Vaveloa?"
"No, I'm no longer related to Vaveloa."
I looked behind her back.
The bright red striped awning was torn out.
"Ah, I bought that for a high price."
Clang!
I looked back at the broken and worn-out window.
The stationery store that I decorated beautifully is being smoothly abandoned.
The hand-stained bench and the table full of memories with the children were all broken and pushed outside.
Over the stationery shop, a small magic circle that no one could see flashed and disappeared.
'I expected it and it was intentional, but seeing it in reality, I'm a little pissed off.'
I smiled brightly at Hildegart.
With a bewildered look on her face, she took a step back, treating me like a madman.
"Shouldn't you give me compensation? Because you are infringing on the private property of another Nobles at your own will."
Hildegart frowned.
"What are you talking about? Did you have a dream? What compensation is for commoners?"
I smiled and held up a small document for her.
"Look at this."
Clang! Boom!
In the meantime, I continued to hear the sound of breaking the structure of my building.
At that time the maid holding the parasol next to Hildegart whispered into the bright daylight.
"······Wealth, ma'am. It is a document acknowledging that she is real nobility."
Hildegart, who was laughing out loud to the fullest at me, quickly hardened her expression.
"His Majesty's seal is stamped."
I nodded at the confused maid.
"That's right. Your eyes are properly attached."
It's a compliment.
I'm a person with that much gentleness.
With a Huff Hildegart reached out.
I smiled softly, sending the documents back.
"Why, madam?"
"Arrogant. You're even an idiot! Noble status cannot be given this quickly. Forgery of official documents is illegal! You're like a girl who doesn't even know one inch ahead."
Abuse poured over my head endlessly.
But I answered calmly.
"Because I didn't create a new title."
I waved through the documents I had bought directly from the Emperor last night.
On the eve of the excommunication trial, the emperor recognized me as a legitimate blood relative of the Marquis Kinnoa. And he handed me an abbreviated document recognizing me as the Marquis of Kinnoa.
On the white document, there was a word proving that I was the legitimate successor of Marquis Kinnoa.
To be precise, it was the documentary evidence stating that I received the title of marquis temporarily assigned to the Imperial Palace.
Without realizing it the maid talked to herself.
"Ki, Kinnoa the Marquis..."
Hildegart's eyes widened to triangles as she read the documents.
"You, then, because you know His Majesty....."
"Did you ask me to wear the excommunication?"
I smiled at her and nailed it perfectly.
"It was a promise to take over Kinnoa's successor position . A title that currently belongs to the Imperial Palace temporarily. A title of marquis that I am duly entitled to take over."
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***
The excommunication trial that marked the history of the Noble is over.
Upon receiving the repaired excommunication, I got into the carriage provided by the Imperial Palace.
It boasted a slow speed that was difficult to prevent reporters and paparazzi following to catch up with issues. As if the wagon had slowed down on purpose.
I dozed off then woke up in the carriage in a relaxed manner.
What a strange thing to do.
As we approached Academy Street where the stationery store is located, the strange sound of hammers began to get louder.
I opened the window to see the possible distance to the stationery store.
"We're almost there. What's that sound?"
Dominic, who had removed the invisibility magic, shrugged and said.
"I know."
I looked at Dominic and asked seriously.
"Isn't it too loud?"
Dominic also closed his eyes down and muttered seriously.
"It seems like something happened."
The wagon was running toward its destination, neither slow nor fast.
I opened the window.
When I opened the window, even though I was in the carriage, a loud noise that seemed to tear my eardrums rang out.
There must have been a problem.
I shouted loudly at the horseman through the open window.
"I'll get off here!"
The horseman quickly and accurately stopped the horse and dropped us off.
'It's really loud.'
As soon as I got off the carriage, I heard something breaking to the point where my ears hurt and I felt deaf.
I came down to the outside without the horseman's escort.
About a block from he stationery store.
I walked in step with Dominic who casted an invisibility spell.
And at the moment I finally arrived in front of my stationery store, I immediately recognized the identity of the loud noise.
"This·····."
"Mel."
I shook my head slightly towards Dominic and whispered to myself.
"That was expected. Everything."
I nodded my head.
"Hildegart must have properly placed a bush, right?"
"Yes, probably."
Ten people from the company gathered in front of the bright yellow stationery building.
They were smashing with hammers and sickles, as if they were demolishing their buildings.
The hammering of big men like a mountain continues in the sturdy building.
My precious stationery building was breaking, shattering, and collapsing.
Bang!
I watched my garden bench break with a louder sound than lightning strikes.
Even the things I made one by one were rolling on the floor like garbage.
I clenched and bit my lips.
Obviously, I expected it. But I didn't know it would be this miserable.
A wooden bench that rolls around the floor. Broken windows. And the collapsed doorknob and the main door.
Seeing the precious things smashed towards the muddy floor, I stared at Hildegart, who was standing in the distance and contemplating the situation.
I expected everything and it went as I intended.
But the fever has risen enough. The damn trauma of Meldenique's replayed in my mind.
Seven years old.
This is what Hildegart, who saw the sand castle created by Meldenique, said while pressing and stepping on her hand.
['Everything you make will be ruined.']
It was when Meldenique, who was mentally unstable, took courage and introduced her first business.
['Didn't I say that I'd ruin everything about you?']
Hildegart sent three workers and ruined everything about Meldenique.
I pressed down on my throbbing temple.
'I'm not as helpless as I was back then.'
I stood ten steps away from the stationery shop, and bravely walked towards Madame Hildegart, who was standing next to a maid with a parasol.
"Madam."
Even with my words, she didn't seem willing to stop the situation. All she had done was arrogantly move her chin toward her maid.
"Remove it quickly."
The maid made a funnel with her hands and brought it to her mouth and shouted loudly.
"She wants us to take it down faster!"
To the order the men moved their bodies more.
The sickle or hammers they had in their hands began to destroy my building even more messily.
Bang, Boom!
My stationery building was crumbling down at a faster rate. Rough footprints were left on the exterior wall of the pale yellow building.
'That's terrible, really.'
Madame Hildegart, who was glancing at me shaking with my fist clenched, distorted her eyes.
"So you should've figured out the topic. Don't you think so?"
I smiled brightly at Madame Hildegart.
"I got it. You're going to smash all my private property and stop me from making a comeback."
"Think however you want, baby."
"After all, I'm a commoner, so I'm just going to leave, right? Because if a nobleman steals a commoner's private property and tortures them recklessly, it will only end with a fine."
This world is such a place. A place where the distinction between commoners and nobles is severe.
"Whatever I think, shouldn't you take care of your body first?"
Now for me without a back bone this was a warning to kill me.
Hildegart came all the way in front of me without even trying to hide her mean expression.
"Hey, can't you turn it off?"
It was an attitude that went out for business, believing that I was no longer a noble and there would be no one to vouch for me.
I stared at her, pretending not to know.
"Are you giving orders to me now and treating me like that?"
"You idiot. Do you still think you're the daughter of Vaveloa?"
"No, I'm no longer related to Vaveloa."
I looked behind her back.
The bright red striped awning was torn out.
"Ah, I bought that for a high price."
Clang!
I looked back at the broken and worn-out window.
The stationery store that I decorated beautifully is being smoothly abandoned.
The hand-stained bench and the table full of memories with the children were all broken and pushed outside.
Over the stationery shop, a small magic circle that no one could see flashed and disappeared.
'I expected it and it was intentional, but seeing it in reality, I'm a little pissed off.'
I smiled brightly at Hildegart.
With a bewildered look on her face, she took a step back, treating me like a madman.
"Shouldn't you give me compensation? Because you are infringing on the private property of another Nobles at your own will."
Hildegart frowned.
"What are you talking about? Did you have a dream? What compensation is for commoners?"
I smiled and held up a small document for her.
"Look at this."
Clang! Boom!
In the meantime, I continued to hear the sound of breaking the structure of my building.
At that time the maid holding the parasol next to Hildegart whispered into the bright daylight.
"······Wealth, ma'am. It is a document acknowledging that she is real nobility."
Hildegart, who was laughing out loud to the fullest at me, quickly hardened her expression.
"His Majesty's seal is stamped."
I nodded at the confused maid.
"That's right. Your eyes are properly attached."
It's a compliment.
I'm a person with that much gentleness.
With a Huff Hildegart reached out.
I smiled softly, sending the documents back.
"Why, madam?"
"Arrogant. You're even an idiot! Noble status cannot be given this quickly. Forgery of official documents is illegal! You're like a girl who doesn't even know one inch ahead."
Abuse poured over my head endlessly.
But I answered calmly.
"Because I didn't create a new title."
I waved through the documents I had bought directly from the Emperor last night.
On the eve of the excommunication trial, the emperor recognized me as a legitimate blood relative of the Marquis Kinnoa. And he handed me an abbreviated document recognizing me as the Marquis of Kinnoa.
On the white document, there was a word proving that I was the legitimate successor of Marquis Kinnoa.
To be precise, it was the documentary evidence stating that I received the title of marquis temporarily assigned to the Imperial Palace.
Without realizing it the maid talked to herself.
"Ki, Kinnoa the Marquis..."
Hildegart's eyes widened to triangles as she read the documents.
"You, then, because you know His Majesty....."
"Did you ask me to wear the excommunication?"
I smiled at her and nailed it perfectly.
"It was a promise to take over Kinnoa's successor position . A title that currently belongs to the Imperial Palace temporarily. A title of marquis that I am duly entitled to take over."
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