THHAAWMF

Chapter 70

One of the four people who could control the evil dragon nearly died.

Although if a person with a special ability died childlessly, a new young child of that family's bloodline would be given that ability.

Trying to kill me was a problem in itself.

The gap between the birth of the child was also a problem because, in the distant past, there were people who misused this law to try to hunt those with the ability.

'So if I let her go to the Imperial Palace as the vassals insisted, she would never die in a good way.'

Besides, it was highly likely that her son Gerald would also be involved.

Not that the system of guilt by association would apply, but Gerald would benefit immediately from my death anyway, so there was enough suspicion of complicity.

Even if he was not executed like Isabella, he would be deprived of his aristocratic family name and downgraded to a commoner. Tortured, of course.

I asked quietly.

"What about father? Does he feel the same way?"

"Father wants this to end as much as possible in the family."

It was meant to be a kind of poison to encourage voluntarism.

Well, I didn't like it, whether Isabella would really accept it or not.

Isabella was largely responsible for Ciella's soft and weak personality, despite being a high-ranking noble.

'She pretended to be good only when my father saw her, and usually acted as if she was a bag of barley that had been put down.'

In the end, Ciella, who grew up without enough love, became a despondent and petulant young lady.

That's why she clung to Duval in the original story.

Because she needed someone she could rely on, someone she could trust and depend on.

Even though Gerald was there, what a parent could fulfill and what a sibling could fulfill were strictly different things.

"This part is still under discussion..."

After we finished talking, Gerald waited for me to say something. But when I didn't respond after a while, he eventually urged him in an impatient voice.

"What's your opinion?"

"I."

As long as the two opinions were in violent conflict, the choice was mine. And I had only one choice. I slowly opened my mouth.

"I respect the opinions of the vassals."

Gerald looked up at me pitifully.

His eyes were filled with nothing but despair.

But the moment our gazes met, he hastily lowered his eyes. I said tastelessly.

"But they won't throw you out of Lavirins, either. Nor will they drag you to the palace."

Gerald reared his head again. He looked at me as if to ask why.

I answered simply and clearly.

"It's not your fault."

"... You can kick me out if it's inconvenient."

"It's not inconvenient. And I know you did as much as you could. "

Gerald's eyes rippled small.

He gritted his teeth like someone trying to hold back tears and turned his head to hastily wipe them away.