Chapter 198: - 23 Manion and merchants ①
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Manion Reinbach and his mother Yolanda had escaped from Baron Reinbach's house and were heading for the royal capital beyond the barony.
Fortunately, they found a merchant family who knew his father and were half-intimidated by the merchants, who took them to the capital.
However, it was a tough journey for the father and son, who had never left their lands.
The food was a meagre meal of dried meats and fruits.
The occasional soup was salty, and the bread was hard and inedible.
My mother is already weak and lying on the back of the wagon.
She is weak, but only because she is tired from the trip, and her mouth is open.
She talks only of her resentment toward her father, her hatred toward Harriet and Harry, and her lamentation for her son who was a genius, and she considers herself a tragic heroine, saying "It wasn't supposed to be like this, it didn't turn out like this.
Manion was fed up with such a mother, so she left the house and stayed in the shade of a tree, at least for a break.
"Why did I have to go through this ...... shit, it's all Samuel and Harry's fault!"
Leaning his broad back against the tree trunk, Manion bites his nails.
Despite the bad food, it is not enough for Manion, who has always been a good eater, and he is still hungry and frustrated.
"I shouldn't have left the mansion if this is what I had to do. ...... Mother has been depressing me enough."
Mannion has forgotten all about his father's attempts to drive them out of the house, and he misses his life back home.
Although recently they had been forced to live under house arrest, they were comfortable in their beds with good food, as long as they ignored their hysterically screaming mother.
If I could, I would go back to my old life - I think about it and then shake my head.
"If only I could hold out now, I could take it all away from Samuel. If only I could hold out now, I could take everything from Samuel..." "Mmm-hmm... I'd be a count! Just the thought of all these princesses becoming my women makes me laugh!"
Mannion's ungraceful laughter spills out of his mouth.
A boy who grew up spoiled, who got what he wanted, who never doubted that he could have everything his mother said she would give him.
And just hearing that he is going to get it from that Samuel makes him feel elated.
I never liked Samuel.
He was a frail, frightened boy a year older than me.
His mother died soon after, and his brother, who could never use a sword properly, was the object of his father's scorn.
Manion, who was a fool for a brother, took care of him when he had time.
It's a comfort to take a title and a fiancée from him.
I think it must be a way of repaying him for all he has done for him.
In the first place, it is unbecoming and impudent for Samuel to be engaged to a princess and a countess.
He deserves better than his inadequate brother, who is a prodigy with a sword.
"Hmph, hmph, I've had a lot to be angry about lately, but it looks like my luck is turning. No, people like me can't be left alone! Those who mocked me will be sorry later! When I get power, I'll make that viscount and Harry suffer and then I'll crush them all!"
The other day, my long-time fiancée, Luce, daughter of the Viscountess Liedl, and I decided to call off our engagement.
She had always been a nasty woman who made no effort to hide her displeasure whenever I saw her, but I put up with it because she was so good looking.
However, it was impossible not to be angry at the Viscountess Riedyll for unilaterally calling off the engagement to Mannion.
How much had I cared for them?
I wanted to have a relationship with them, but I had to put up with them because they wanted a healthy relationship, and now this.
What is even more annoying is the fact that my father has recommended Harry as his successor.
In the end, Viscount Riedyll turned him down, and when I found out about it, I had a good laugh at his expense.
"Hmph, I don't care about some pretentious woman who won't even let me hold her hand. I'll leave the Viscountess behind if I can marry the princess!"
In Mannion's mind, it was a given that he would marry a princess whose face he did not know and with whom he had never even exchanged a word.
If he was to be married to the princess, he would be a member of the royal family.
He really believed that he would be able to destroy the father of the country baron, his child Harry, and even the viscount, on Mannion's orders.
"--Excuse me for being delusional. I'm afraid you can't take everything from Samuel Scheidt."
"Who the hell are you?
A voice called out to Mannion, who was enjoying himself in the midst of his fantasy.
Mannion is startled and looks around. But there is no one there.
"Where are you! Where are you? !"
As Mannion, half in panic and half in tears, looked for the owner of the invisible voice, a slimy figure appeared in front of him from the shadows of the trees.
"What the hell are you?
A man in his mid-twenties appeared.
He was an exotic-looking young man wearing a red turban and poor white clothes.
Manion was about to run away when he was unexpectedly approached, but the young man smiled softly, as if he felt at ease.
I am just a small merchant. I heard your voice, Mr. Manion, and I thought I would give you some advice, even though I am an old woman. Yes."
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Manion Reinbach and his mother Yolanda had escaped from Baron Reinbach's house and were heading for the royal capital beyond the barony.
Fortunately, they found a merchant family who knew his father and were half-intimidated by the merchants, who took them to the capital.
However, it was a tough journey for the father and son, who had never left their lands.
The food was a meagre meal of dried meats and fruits.
The occasional soup was salty, and the bread was hard and inedible.
My mother is already weak and lying on the back of the wagon.
She is weak, but only because she is tired from the trip, and her mouth is open.
She talks only of her resentment toward her father, her hatred toward Harriet and Harry, and her lamentation for her son who was a genius, and she considers herself a tragic heroine, saying "It wasn't supposed to be like this, it didn't turn out like this.
Manion was fed up with such a mother, so she left the house and stayed in the shade of a tree, at least for a break.
"Why did I have to go through this ...... shit, it's all Samuel and Harry's fault!"
Leaning his broad back against the tree trunk, Manion bites his nails.
Despite the bad food, it is not enough for Manion, who has always been a good eater, and he is still hungry and frustrated.
"I shouldn't have left the mansion if this is what I had to do. ...... Mother has been depressing me enough."
Mannion has forgotten all about his father's attempts to drive them out of the house, and he misses his life back home.
Although recently they had been forced to live under house arrest, they were comfortable in their beds with good food, as long as they ignored their hysterically screaming mother.
If I could, I would go back to my old life - I think about it and then shake my head.
"If only I could hold out now, I could take it all away from Samuel. If only I could hold out now, I could take everything from Samuel..." "Mmm-hmm... I'd be a count! Just the thought of all these princesses becoming my women makes me laugh!"
Mannion's ungraceful laughter spills out of his mouth.
A boy who grew up spoiled, who got what he wanted, who never doubted that he could have everything his mother said she would give him.
And just hearing that he is going to get it from that Samuel makes him feel elated.
I never liked Samuel.
He was a frail, frightened boy a year older than me.
His mother died soon after, and his brother, who could never use a sword properly, was the object of his father's scorn.
Manion, who was a fool for a brother, took care of him when he had time.
It's a comfort to take a title and a fiancée from him.
I think it must be a way of repaying him for all he has done for him.
In the first place, it is unbecoming and impudent for Samuel to be engaged to a princess and a countess.
He deserves better than his inadequate brother, who is a prodigy with a sword.
"Hmph, hmph, I've had a lot to be angry about lately, but it looks like my luck is turning. No, people like me can't be left alone! Those who mocked me will be sorry later! When I get power, I'll make that viscount and Harry suffer and then I'll crush them all!"
The other day, my long-time fiancée, Luce, daughter of the Viscountess Liedl, and I decided to call off our engagement.
She had always been a nasty woman who made no effort to hide her displeasure whenever I saw her, but I put up with it because she was so good looking.
However, it was impossible not to be angry at the Viscountess Riedyll for unilaterally calling off the engagement to Mannion.
How much had I cared for them?
I wanted to have a relationship with them, but I had to put up with them because they wanted a healthy relationship, and now this.
What is even more annoying is the fact that my father has recommended Harry as his successor.
In the end, Viscount Riedyll turned him down, and when I found out about it, I had a good laugh at his expense.
"Hmph, I don't care about some pretentious woman who won't even let me hold her hand. I'll leave the Viscountess behind if I can marry the princess!"
In Mannion's mind, it was a given that he would marry a princess whose face he did not know and with whom he had never even exchanged a word.
If he was to be married to the princess, he would be a member of the royal family.
He really believed that he would be able to destroy the father of the country baron, his child Harry, and even the viscount, on Mannion's orders.
"--Excuse me for being delusional. I'm afraid you can't take everything from Samuel Scheidt."
"Who the hell are you?
A voice called out to Mannion, who was enjoying himself in the midst of his fantasy.
Mannion is startled and looks around. But there is no one there.
"Where are you! Where are you? !"
As Mannion, half in panic and half in tears, looked for the owner of the invisible voice, a slimy figure appeared in front of him from the shadows of the trees.
"What the hell are you?
A man in his mid-twenties appeared.
He was an exotic-looking young man wearing a red turban and poor white clothes.
Manion was about to run away when he was unexpectedly approached, but the young man smiled softly, as if he felt at ease.
I am just a small merchant. I heard your voice, Mr. Manion, and I thought I would give you some advice, even though I am an old woman. Yes."
Manion Reinbach and his mother Yolanda had escaped from Baron Reinbach's house and were heading for the royal capital beyond the barony.Fortunately, they found a merchant family who knew his father and were half-intimidated by the merchants, who took them to the capital.However, it was a tough journey for the father and son, who had never left their lands.The food was a meagre meal of dried meats and fruits.The occasional soup was salty, and the bread was hard and inedible.My mother is already weak and lying on the back of the wagon.She is weak, but only because she is tired from the trip, and her mouth is open.She talks only of her resentment toward her father, her hatred toward Harriet and Harry, and her lamentation for her son who was a genius, and she considers herself a tragic heroine, saying "It wasn't supposed to be like this, it didn't turn out like this.Manion was fed up with such a mother, so she left the house and stayed in the shade of a tree, at least for a break."Why did I have to go through this ...... shit, it's all Samuel and Harry's fault!"Leaning his broad back against the tree trunk, Manion bites his nails.Despite the bad food, it is not enough for Manion, who has always been a good eater, and he is still hungry and frustrated."I shouldn't have left the mansion if this is what I had to do. ...... Mother has been depressing me enough."Mannion has forgotten all about his father's attempts to drive them out of the house, and he misses his life back home.Although recently they had been forced to live under house arrest, they were comfortable in their beds with good food, as long as they ignored their hysterically screaming mother.If I could, I would go back to my old life - I think about it and then shake my head."If only I could hold out now, I could take it all away from Samuel. If only I could hold out now, I could take everything from Samuel..." "Mmm-hmm... I'd be a count!Just the thought of all these princesses becoming my women makes me laugh!"Mannion's ungraceful laughter spills out of his mouth.A boy who grew up spoiled, who got what he wanted, who never doubted that he could have everything his mother said she would give him.And just hearing that he is going to get it from that Samuel makes him feel elated.I never liked Samuel.He was a frail, frightened boy a year older than me.His mother died soon after, and his brother, who could never use a sword properly, was the object of his father's scorn.Manion, who was a fool for a brother, took care of him when he had time.It's a comfort to take a title and a fiance from him.I think it must be a way of repaying him for all he has done for him.In the first place, it is unbecoming and impudent for Samuel to be engaged to a princess and a countess.He deserves better than his inadequate brother, who is a prodigy with a sword."Hmph, hmph, I've had a lot to be angry about lately, but it looks like my luck is turning. No, people like me can't be left alone!Those who mocked me will be sorry later!When I get power, I'll make that viscount and Harry suffer and then I'll crush them all!"The other day, my long-time fiance, Luce, daughter of the Viscountess Liedl, and I decided to call off our engagement.She had always been a nasty woman who made no effort to hide her displeasure whenever I saw her, but I put up with it because she was so good looking.However, it was impossible not to be angry at the Viscountess Riedyll for unilaterally calling off the engagement to Mannion.How much had I cared for them?I wanted to have a relationship with them, but I had to put up with them because they wanted a healthy relationship, and now this.What is even more annoying is the fact that my father has recommended Harry as his successor.In the end, Viscount Riedyll turned him down, and when I found out about it, I had a good laugh at his expense."Hmph, I don't care about some pretentious woman who won't even let me hold her hand. I'll leave the Viscountess behind if I can marry the princess!"In Mannion's mind, it was a given that he would marry a princess whose face he did not know and with whom he had never even exchanged a word.If he was to be married to the princess, he would be a member of the royal family.He really believed that he would be able to destroy the father of the country baron, his child Harry, and even the viscount, on Mannion's orders."--Excuse me for being delusional. I'm afraid you can't take everything from Samuel Scheidt.""Who the hell are you?A voice called out to Mannion, who was enjoying himself in the midst of his fantasy.Mannion is startled and looks around. But there is no one there."Where are you!Where are you? !"As Mannion, half in panic and half in tears, looked for the owner of the invisible voice, a slimy figure appeared in front of him from the shadows of the trees."What the hell are you?A man in his mid-twenties appeared.He was an exotic-looking young man wearing a red turban and poor white clothes.Manion was about to run away when he was unexpectedly approached, but the young man smiled softly, as if he felt at ease.I am just a small merchant. I heard your voice, Mr. Manion, and I thought I would give you some advice, even though I am an old woman. Yes."
