Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

37 – Episode 37

For a moment, Xenia looks at me with a confused face.

Then, just before she cries, as is her habit, she slightly twitches her right eye.

“Uh… Eric?”

“Why?”

“Nothing, nothing.”

When I ignored Xenia for a few days, she looked at me with a face close to crying.

I’m sure I’ve grown enough to be called a girl now compared to back then, but nothing seemed to have changed.

From the facial expression to the way of speaking, to the subtle movements of the face.

“No, he looks like he’s about to cry.”

At those words, Xenia started to weep a little.

She lightly stroked her hair, tickled her face, and gave her a pat on the back to comfort her as usual.

Then Xenia took a deep breath and steadied her breathing.

She then moved her lips slightly as if she were going to say something, then she closed them again.

She doesn’t bother asking what she meant to say.

If it’s a word that she shuts up, saying it out of her mouth will only make the atmosphere worse.

Xenia put her melancholy face behind her, leaving only a little sadness around her eyes and a smile on her lips.

“Hmm, nothing. Shall we go eat?

Even if you’re injured, you’ll be healthy if you eat well! Yes, you should be healthy.”

Beside her, Belita had a slightly surprised face.

There’s no way her illegitimate son could do this to her daughter-in-law if it was from another family.

Then, when I looked at him, he made a hard face like a robot again, as if he had never made that expression before.

Belita is strangely in front of people, so when she goes out to a place where there are people she doesn’t know, not me, she makes an expressionless face.

Actually, isn’t this a daily life for Belita? And maybe the two of us will be something that helps us get out of that grim routine a little bit.

She told Belita a story she wouldn’t have told anyone else.

While she was thinking about it differently than usual, Belita stood next to me and whispered in my ear.

“She just got beaten to the bone by the Duchess, really?”

Oh, I spit it out of her mouth.

I shouldn’t have said it… Why couldn’t I say it?

Why… Why? Because I am Eric? Let’s stop the self-torture that drains our spirits.

Because being shot and locked up in a room for three days is enough to drain my energy.

Come to think of it, the surprised expression wasn’t because I was petting Xenia.

“Don’t go around talking.”

When she sees Xenia acting like that, she’s trying to pass it off as if nothing happened.

When she extends her hand, saying let’s get along, I’m grateful, and of course I should grab the hand and beg him not to throw me away.

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The sad expression he just made wasn’t really sad, but was it a burning expression of the feeling that he was disgracing his family?

On the surface, he is the successor of Gong, one way or another.

He is still innocent, but he can grab my leash at any time with the rope of power and strangle me.

“Why?”

“Because it’s difficult. You or me.”

“… Okay.”

At that, Belita nodded.

And as if she was not happy that the two of them were whispering, Xenia puffed out her face and said.

To me, it seemed like he was trying to look cute, but I only felt a little scared.

“What are you two talking about?”

“I was just wondering where Belita had her restaurant, so I was just telling her.”

“Oh, was it like that?”

And when I heard the answer, my face brightened.

It feels strange that all of his thoughts are revealed through his facial expression.

I wonder if a child like this can really handle people and get rid of them.

Maybe I can.

As long as you can pretend you don’t know what you just heard.

What can’t you do?

The feelings she had for the Duchess began to spill over to Xenia as well.

Yeah, I’d say it’s distaste for feigning her composure.

Is Xenia innocent?

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Yes, let’s do it!”

Belita nodded her head instead of opening her mouth to answer.

She goes into the dining room, she settles down, picks up a bowl, and goes to get her food.

Students secretly imitate others and glance at each other.

I wanted to go somewhere else because I felt burdened, but in the first place, there is no other place to eat properly.

Pig Miguel and his pack also looked at me, then made eye contact and then rolled their eyes.

A place where children are gathered that you can feel when you visit the restaurant during lunchtime, you don’t feel the unique liveliness at all.

After thinking about it for a long time, I get a proper noodle dish I don’t know the name of and go back to the table.

Xenia and Belita had already received food and had a meal.

And it seems that the two of them were talking about this and that.

“Do you really need to stick around Eric’s side all day?

If they stay together even in the dormitory room, grown men and women stick together in the middle of the night.”

“Are you aware that a curse hidden in the early morning might manifest and Eric-nim could die?”

I bring noodles and sit down without saying anything and start eating.

I don’t even know I’m here because I’m so absorbed in the story.

The two continued their argument, not knowing whether it was an emotional fight or a rational conversation.

“You can engrave a curse like that on a small bullet and cast it on your opponent?

I’ve never read anything like that, and I’ve never even heard of it.”

“It’s the heinous weightlifters who dared to target His Highness, what can they do?

It is not something anyone can do that the corpse turns into powder after death.”

Well, it wasn’t even powdered at all.

He even died right in front of his eyes, bleeding unharmed.

“I’ve heard that, but still grown men and women in the same room… Eric, when did you come?”

Xenia tells me that she stopped talking and turns her head.

A bit absurd.

Did you really not know I was here?

Or maybe I don’t have a presence.

I ask myself, but I can’t answer myself.

“I was already eating.”

“By the way Eric, that… Well, I have to say something. It’s a bit embarrassing.

Is it okay if you two spend the night together? Even in the same room?”

Ah, were you talking about that?

Your choice of words is a bit off.

But what does that have to do with Xenia?

If I mess with other commoners and kids, I’ll give them some money and kick them out.

If you are serious about what you said before, to live with me for the rest of your life until I die of old age…

Perhaps by the age of 30 you will be able to hear that word for word.

At some point, it will wither like a sick chicken, and then it will become a fruit dangling from something made by threading a rope.

“Are you okay? We’ve already been in the same room for three days.

Nothing to worry about happened.

Until now, the Breslau family had never done anything worthy of criticism… No, only once.”

Miguel Frugemutum, except for fanning that pig, you’ve lived a good life by listening to what I’ve been told.

The things I was told to do, the things that bothered me, the things that made me suffer, all I did was grumble.

“Uh.. But that was just because it hurt.”

“Or, when I’m sick, I can die without receiving treatment…”

“Oh, no! It’s not like that. You know what it means to people when a grown man and a woman sleep in the same room.

In the first place, is this priest named Belita okay? You’re a priest!”

Belita must have been in a bad mood, but she didn’t change her expression and started to answer.

“I haven’t had a relationship like that with Eric Breslau yet, and God has told me.

Vos autem crescite et multiplicamini et pullulate super terram et dominamini ei.”

“Uh.. What are you saying all of a sudden..?”

But maybe it wasn’t that he wasn’t annoyed, he suddenly started reciting ancient words.

Then, as if she felt sorry for her, she explained her meaning and explained it to Xenia.

“Be fruitful and multiply, spread out on the earth and multiply there.”

At those words, Xenia became sullen as if the thought came to her mind that there was no way to stop her anyway.

I wonder what I should do if I have an accident at my age.

But it’s none of your business.

“If you say that, what should I say…

So how long are you going to stick with Eric? Just tell me.”

“A week would be enough.”

“Okay.”

Xenia put on a puzzled expression.

Then she immediately changes the subject of her talk.

“Eric, it’s vacation soon, so would you like to go to a villa to recuperate?”

“I can just rest inside the academy. Why go all the way to the villa?”

“I’m talking about taking all of Ella with me in the past, but are you really not going?

I couldn’t play properly because I was sick, but the lake in front was really pretty!”

Where is it?

Ah, I remembered.

There were several days when the duchess and even the duke vacated the mansion with several carriages on summer days.

Maybe it’s the story of that time.

“But Xenia, I haven’t been. Belita, have you finished eating?”

Although Belita’s plate was empty, she still asked for a courtesy.

“Then let’s go. See you later Xenia.”

“Uh, uh… Eric? What’s the matter all of a sudden?”

“I feel like vomiting because of the aftereffects. I’m sorry.”

“Ah… Eh.”

Both Xenia and I know it’s a lie, but I’m going back to my room quickly because I’m sick to my stomach.

Because neither I nor Xenia said so.

I wonder if there will be an uproar later if the Duke’s family finds out that I’m doing this, but our Highest Highness will do something about it.