It’s an outrageous yet reasonable statement. It would seriously damage Blanchet’s dignity.

If forced, it could be done, but for nobles, desire always comes behind honor.

As long as I live, Blanchet’s blood flows through me, so I must do so.

But this wench knows one thing and not the other.

If it doesn’t work, make it work. In the most noble yet vile way, like the nobles of the capital.

“Is that so?”

A dangerous smile briefly settled on Cassian’s lips.

“It seems a home wasn’t that desperate for you. I worried for nothing.”

Yuriel swallowed her tears, pooled like blood, once again.

Nothing could be more foolish than showing tears before this young master who tramples on her desperation every time.

Now Yuriel seemed to understand a little. That young master was doing this to see her clown-like tears.

She had no intention of becoming a pierrot to match his intentions.

So, endure a little more. Just a little more.

The more she did, the more that house, which had protected her and her mother for many years, flickered in Yuriel’s eyes.

That house, which would have already been torn apart and destroyed by now, was created through desperate effort.

The logs obtained after her mother starved herself, saving even a piece of bread to save every penny. The mud obtained by swallowing her pride and pleading with Hael’s aunt.

The planks obtained after being called a loose foreigner while working as a banquet helper…

Everything that made up that house was mixed with her mother’s blood and sweat.

It was a house built when her mother was healthy, one that made her proud whenever she looked at it.

Even after falling ill, her mother often smiled at that house she built with her own strength, as if reminiscing about her healthy past self.

So it wasn’t just a simple house.

But all of that was destroyed. Just because she was a clown to soothe the young master’s mood.

The stubbornness that made her say no shattered and sank into the deep sea.

“Give it back.”

“What.”

Cracks spread across Cassian’s porcelain-like face.

He could clearly guess what the wench was about to say.

She’d probably ask him to restore the completely destroyed house.

He had not the slightest intention of doing so.

Yet, he had no thought of stopping her words.

Because he disliked seeing this wench feel at ease.

Because he disliked that ending where she lived happily as if his pain and death were unrelated to her.

As always, he becomes so petty in front of this girl.

The wench said exactly what he expected.

“That house is everything to our family.”

“……”

“I’m different from you, young master.”

Her trembling voice stirred a fair amount of sympathy.

“What you did as if it were a game, to someone like me……”

It’s a matter of life and death. The words she spoke when she first came here flashed through his mind.

Just like that day when she said she desperately needed a drop of Blanchet, she speaks such words again with that kind of face.

“So.”

Cassian’s tone was indifferent, as if he found her somewhat boring.

Yuriel felt as if her last hope was crumbling.

She had always thought her life was miserable, but it had never been this miserable.

What would happen if even her mother’s last moments were trampled like this?

“Please give it back. I beg you.”

Tears fell endlessly down Yuriel’s face, which had finally crumbled.

“I told you. Come live here.”

Yuriel’s mind was still sane enough not to accept this dangerous and terrible proposal.

Just by her coming here, such absurd things happened as easily as breathing.

What would happen if her mother also caught this young master’s eye…

If she set foot in this place, what would happen then?

Cooled reason suppressed hot tears and made Yuriel take a step.

“So you have no intention of giving it back after all.”

Cassian slowly raised his head at Yuriel’s dry, cracked voice.

“I’ll be going now.”

There was a subtle impertinence in her polite manner.

Ha. Cassian opened his mouth rather impulsively at the behavior of this unsatisfying wench.

“Why. Are you thinking of clinging to that silver-haired one again this time?”

At the mention of silver hair, the girl’s face turned pale.

Her dark green eyes, startled, trembled aimlessly.

Just that much caused cracks to spread across Cassian’s face as well.

When it comes to that silver-haired one, this wench shows such a reaction as if having a fit.

Does he think the same? Could he give up his house if told her house was gone?

That honor student who can’t say a word even knowing about the medicine.

It’s laughable to see this wench trying to protect the silver-haired one despite knowing this.

This worthless wench to him is too good for that silver-haired one.

“You think that silver-haired one will help you?”

Yuriel convulsed at the mention of silver hair.

Hael was not a name to be on that young master’s lips.

Would he also suffer misfortune by getting entangled with her after all?

Besides that, how did that young master, who shouldn’t even be interested in her, know about her relationship with Hael?

Fear engulfed Yuriel’s entire body.

At the same time, shame also welled up. As Cassian said just before, Hael is the only one in this village who can help her, even lending her a house.

However, Hael…

Of course, this young master wouldn’t know such inside information. Still, Yuriel felt as if her hidden shame had been exposed.

Yuriel’s trembling was finally overtaken by a resentful heart.

“Isn’t this a matter you shouldn’t be involved in, young master?”

As if he expected this, Cassian’s face filled with amusement.

“Of course, it’s none of my business.”

The cruel ashen smile evoked an ominous feeling in Yuriel.

Cassian, who had been quietly observing her, took something out of his breast pocket and threw it down on the table.

Thud.

Inside the rolling glass bottle, shiny golden pills were neatly arranged.

“What is this?”

“Isn’t this what you’ve been running around trying to get?”

“Then this medicine is what they say makes Leaf……”

Yuriel’s eyes trembled aimlessly as she looked at the glass bottle.

“How did you, young master……”

Yuriel’s hand unknowingly reached for the glass bottle before her.

Cassian, who had been staring at the scene, gently stepped on the bottle.

With a cruel smile spread across his face.

“Now you seem to be a bit interested?”

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Finally, the wench crumbled according to his will.

With a distorted face, she knelt before him and pleaded.

Instead of asking for the house back, she said she would do anything.

An indefinable satisfaction dominated him.

Why should it matter whether that wench comes in or not.

He found himself ridiculous for his mood swinging over such a trivial matter.

Anyway, in just a little while, she will be living in the same mansion as him.

She won’t be able to think of leaving this mansion without his permission.

Her mother’s medicine will be rationed out just once a month.

That’s how it will be until he dies, and after he dies…… well.

That dutiful daughter will roll according to his intentions until he dies.

Interestingly.

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After a few days, the mother and daughter entered the lord’s mansion.

Cassian, who had just closed a book that had become trite and turned his head towards the garden, also caught sight of the two.

The sight of the mother and daughter crossing the garden with their simple luggage in the distance beyond the window was quite picturesque.

Would an ideal family from a fairy tale look like that?

Even in a situation where they were driven out of a collapsed house, Yuriel’s mother’s lips were full of smiles, seemingly happy about something.

The touch adjusting clothes was affectionate even from afar, and the faint smile was just like the one that spread across her daughter’s lips.

As they were mother and daughter, it was natural, but they truly exuded a similar atmosphere.

The unexpected one was rather Yuriel. The girl who acted like an expressionless doll in front of him smiled well and chatted in front of her mother.

Ah, of course, she did that in front of the silver-haired one too. But this feels different from then.

That oddly satisfied Cassian.

As Cassian was lost in casual thoughts, the butler’s voice reporting to him seeped in like background music.

“Everything has been prepared as you instructed. The indoor furniture is from the Cassandra line, matched with a white background and pink accents, and the chandelier……”

While reporting, the butler glanced at Cassian’s profile from time to time.

The young master, who seemed like he wouldn’t bat an eye at others’ affairs, appeared quite interested this time.

Even yesterday, when he was heading to the walkway, he stopped briefly at the room where she would stay and looked in indifferently.

Of course, it was just for a moment, but the butler, who had been by his side, knew quite well how indifferent this young master was to worldly affairs.

What was unexpected was the young master’s attitude as he listened to how much attention the lord and lady had paid.

An indifferent yet casual expression as if listening to something irrelevant.

Perhaps he has already lost interest?

Well, he had shown interest for quite a long time considering this young master’s nature.

Observing the appearance that would quite disappoint the lord and lady if they saw it, he continued his report.

Unlike his indifferent attitude, Cassian, who didn’t particularly stop it, murmured softly only after the report ended.

“That’s enough.”

Today too, it ended with a simple evaluation, not praise.

Throughout this, Cassian’s gaze never left Yuriel.

Then he met the green eyes that looked up.

Again, this time, the green eyes rolled past him as if fleeing.

How dare she.

Cassian burst into a chuckle.

It wasn’t even funny anymore.

Does she think she can avoid him after coming all the way to this mansion?

The chuckle soon transformed into a wry smile.

The butler, who noticed this, swallowed nervously in that instant.

“Send her up as soon as the luggage is sorted.”

“Pardon? Ah, you mean Lady Yuriel.”

The arrogant young master substituted his answer with a nod of his head today as well, instead of replying.

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The servant who greeted the two soon disappeared, handing over their duty as the butler appeared.

Throughout the hallway, guided by the butler, Yuriel couldn’t hide her bewilderment.