People turned their curious gazes to the unheard conversation between two individuals.
If not for Jaerim holding him back, Ravnpel might have rushed at Marquis Liranef in anger.
“Hahaha! It’s just about a dog, Your Majesty. Why are you so upset?”
“It must have been a dog you cherished.”
Neither Ravnpel, Jaerim, nor I responded to Marquis Liranef’s mockery. A new voice entered the scene, and Marquis Liranef turned around, raising an eyebrow.
“Excuse me for a moment.”
He casually appeared.
It was Raven.
Raven purposely intruded between Ravnpel and Marquis Liranef, then threw a white flower over the closed coffin.
“Father is always the issue. Father needs to discard the prejudice that just because he doesn’t like dogs, others shouldn’t either.”
“Raven.”
After casually throwing the white flower, Raven turned around, standing in front of Ravnpel as if protecting him.
There was tension and anger directed at Marquis Liranef.
It was clear whose side he was on. Although the funeral prevented open conflict, people exchanged intense glances while fanning their faces with fans.
Emerging new powers.
Depending on the decisions the heirs of influential families made, their positions would change accordingly in social circles.
“To your father, it might be insignificant, but to someone else, it might be something valuable enough to stake a lifetime on. Learn that on this occasion.”
“Why… Why are you…!?”
Marquis Liranef tightly clenched his teeth, whispering to prevent his words from being heard. Raven laughed with inappropriate gestures for a funeral.
“That’s an obvious thing, Father.”
“…What?”
“Although the official inauguration has not taken place yet, thanks to Father’s help, we were able to hold a simplified one. So, I’m currently the official finance officer. Isn’t it a natural obligation for someone working in the palace to serve Your Majesty?”
“…Raven.”
“Father told me to go into the palace, thinking that I would serve Your Majesty… Wasn’t that the intention?”
Raven laughed mischievously. He was the only one smiling inappropriately at the funeral.
“Yeah, you’ve always been like that.”
Marquis Liranef, looking puzzled, laughed and swept back his neatly arranged hair. Despite being wealthy, his gaze towards his own child was chilling.
“You’ve never done anything helpful to me.”
“Ah. Who would I learn from? Father. There’s a saying that parents are the mirrors of their children. Father has not been a good parent to me either.”
Raven still had a bright smile on his lips, but his eyes looking at the Marquis were full of anger.
“I couldn’t be a good child to Father either.”
“…You naive brat.”
Marquis Liranef clicked his tongue, turned his body, and everyone was watching him and Raven.
The fractured conflict within the Liranef family.
Marquis Liranef, walking along the long carpet, suddenly stopped in his tracks.
“Indeed.”
Everyone held their breath. It seemed they were anticipating what he was about to say.
“I heard… a Saintess has been born.”
“…!”
And the words that came out of his mouth were sensational. I swallowed dry saliva in an instant, discreetly clenching my fists.
Because the half-turned eyes of Marquis Liranef were looking directly at me.
“Do you have the right to claim the Saintess for yourself?”
Marquis Liranef didn’t specify whom he was asking. Still, it was evident from his courteous tone who the question was directed towards.
The Emperor.
And the person claiming the Saintess was Emperor Revanpel.
In other words, it was a statement referring to me.
People pretended to cover their faces with fans and subtly turned their gaze towards me. Some hid behind their hats, peering at me, while others wiped their eyes with handkerchiefs, observing my reaction.
“Saintess.”
Revanpel chuckled, savoring the word. Then, he walked confidently towards Marquis Liranef.
“If there really is a Saintess, it wouldn’t be bad to claim her.”
With his long legs, Revanpel quickly stopped in front of Marquis Liranef and stared fiercely, speaking in a deep voice.
“So, if you heard the news of the Saintess’s birth, bring her in front of me and then speak, Marquis.”
“…….”
“Speaking nonsense about dogs at a dog’s funeral. It’s quite amusing, Marquis.”
Revanpel laughed while brushing the dust off Marquis Liranef’s shoulders.
“Then, does that mean that when the Great Battle incident occurred and when Empress Etheria’s incurable disease improved, it was all just good luck? Your Majesty.”
Marquis Liranef’s gaze was still directed at me beyond Revanpel’s shoulders. Since his eyes were fixed on me, everyone was scrutinizing my reactions second by second.
‘Don’t show any signs.’
Among the people looking at me, there might be someone observant enough to notice any tremors in my eyes or a flinch of my shoulders.
It was the moment when I strained to release all the tension from my body, trying not to display any expression or movement.
“Luck is not the answer, Marquis.”
Eliph spoke with a smile as he descended from above, where he had been singing prayers and songs for the deceased.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
