In This Life, I Will Be The Lord

Chapter 4

"She kicked and knocked me down, and after that, She Hurriedly hit with a book..."

I’m going crazy and jumping.

To lie by twisting facts trickily.

It was also surprising that Astalliu had a brain capable of doing that.

With my heart, I wanted to shout that that was all lies, but I held back.

Instead, I just looked at my grandfather with the meaning of ’I have something to say!’

My grandfather looked at me once and asked Astalliu again.

"You mean that Florentia started beating you and Belsach for no reason?"

"Well, that..."

Sadly, Astalliu is not so adept at making up lies quickly.

Among Lombardy’s line, especially those with a blunt head might do something physically, but jobs that require knowledge are difficult.

"Florentia hates us from the beginning..."

Feeling a sense of crisis, Belsach spoke out loud instead of Astalliu.

I raised the tail of my mouth silently.

"Don’t interrupt someone else’s conversation, Belsach."

Because it’s what Grandpa hates the most.

That is why I have been holding on to it without yelling that it’s unfair.

"Where did you learn such despicable manners?"

Belsach’s tears, which have stopped, filled with tears again from rebuke.

But he can’t even make a whimper about how scared he is.

"Keep talking, Astalliu."

It is Astalliu who is getting more nervous now.

The guy who couldn’t make up the right excuses before now buried his face in his father’s clothes, Laurels, and started crying.

Well.

That was the reaction of the usual children in front of their grandfather.

Lulak Lombardy’s tremendous charisma sometimes makes even normal adults tremble.

Since I was young, I saw my grandfather, and are the children of Lombardy, so I was okay.

Most people didn’t even dare to make eye contact.

"Florentia."

As my grandfather called me, I felt my father’s hand grasping my shoulder straining.

"You, tell me."

But while asking questions, my grandfather didn’t seem to have very high expectations.

It was natural.

The original me, Florentia, was an exceptionally timid child.

That’s what I inherited from my father, more so because I was harassed by my cousins like that.

But I said, looking straight into my grandfather’s eyes.

"I haven’t done anything wrong."

"Even when my son like this now...... !"

"Viese!"

Eventually, great anger broke out from my grandfather.

The momentum of Viese, who seemed want to chew me at any moment, died, and his shoulders shriveled.

He couldn’t overcome his temper and intervene, a while ago, his son was scolded for doing the same thing.

Like father, like son.

"Keep talking."

Grandpa said horribly to me.

But I could see that there was something else in those eyes that seemed cold at first glance.

"I was here waiting for my father. But all of a sudden, Belsach and Astalliu came and made fun of me by calling me half-blood, and I told him not to do that, so he hit me."

"You got hit? Who hit you?"

"Belsach."

I did not forget to lift my index finger and point to Belsach.

"And he called me lowly-born and told me to go out to the commoners village."

Even if I didn’t see, I knew the expression of my father who listened to me now.

It was because the hand on my shoulder was trembling with anger.

It could have been a bit of a fuss, but now it was time to tell him how I was being treated.

Father, sorry.

Please be patient.

"So did you hit Belsach because of that?"

"No."

"Then why did you hit him?"

"That’s Belsach..."

I took a small breath and said again and again.

"That’s because Belsach told me, ’You are not Lombardy’s.’"

Me and my grandfather’s brown eyes faced straight.

They were plain-looking brown eyes, but I knew they saw so much that the killer couldn’t even imagine.

"That’s right, I’m half-blood."

My mother wasn’t allowed to use Lombardy’s name until the end, so I was definitely half right.

I had no intention of denying it.

"But even though I’m half-blood, I’m definitely Lombardy’s. My grandfather acknowledged it, Lombardy."

In the past, I thought I was incomplete because my mother was a commoner.

That’s why I was always ignored as a half-blood, and my cousins regarded them as beings with half that I would never have.

That’s why I accepted that it was a worthy event though I was treated like an employee, not a member of Lombardy.

However, when I saw how they running the family, I realized it was painful.

That I’m a hundred times more worthy of the name Lombardy than those nerds who call themselves Lombardy and shrug their shoulders.

The fact that I am no less than anyone else, Lombardy.

"Belsach denied me that I wasn’t Lombardy. And I can’t stand it."

"He didn’t make fun of you, but because he said you weren’t Lombardy?"

"Yeah."

I nodded and answered, then deliberately added a word.

"Grandpa."

It meant ’I’m your granddaughter too’.

I wanted to say that I deserve to call you grandfather as much as Belsach.

And at that moment I saw.

The faint smile on my grandfather’s face, who had been stiff as if angry, passed by.

"Did your knees hurt?"

At the end of my grandfather’s words, I looked down at my knees.

Blood was bleeding where it fell.

"Of course it hurts."

"But you don’t cry instead, usually you are a cry baby."

I missed it.

Do you think it’s strange that I suddenly changed, who was a cry baby until yesterday?

A little embarrassed, I replied quickly.

"I will cry. I will say everything I want to say and go to my room and cry."

"Huuh"

My father smiles a little above my head.

I heard a sound.

At the same time, the tense atmosphere was gently relieved.

Thank God.

I secretly swallowed a sigh of relief.

The first thing I had to do to become a state was to earn my grandfather’s trust.

The Lord of Lombardy is my grandfather.

From the big and small things of the family to the successors, everything goes according to grandfather’s will.

In a word, it meant absolute when we received grandfather’s will. [1]

Although the other people of the Viese family may not be pleased with me, they can do very little as long as I am favored by my grandfather.

In this Lombardy, to fly outside of grandfather’s eyes is like a social death.

Belsach fighting accident has happened unexpectedly, but it was an opportunity

I was wondering how to get my grandfather’s attention, but it seems like I took a step closer at this opportunity.

"I, Father. I think we need to heal Tia’s wounds."

My father, who had noticed, carefully spoke to my grandfather.

"Well, yes, it should be. Take it."

"I’ve got your permission, so I’ll leave."

It was when I was trying to hold my father’s hand.

"Wiat."

Grandpa called me.

Oh, why again.

"Florentia. Is this book yours?"

It was my grandfather who picked up a book that had fallen on the ground and gave it to me and asked.

The thick book titled <People of the South> was not a fairy tale book read by children even at a glance.

That means it is very expensive and valuable.

I was freeze.

It was because I had completely forgotten about books and because I knew what my grandfather thought about people who used books.

I decided to confess.

My grandfather saw everything I hit and beat Belsach with this book, so there was no way out.

"Yes, that’s my book."

I replied, holding the book with both hands.

"I’m sorry."

"Hmm?"

Grandpa looked at me as if he was wondering.

What.

Wasn’t you angry?

"What do you apologize for?"

"Well, that’s the rough handling of books, because books are meant to convey knowledge, not to beat people, not to hurt people."

"You did say you didn’t do anything wrong a little while before."

You have a good memory.

I said pretending not to know.

"I think it’s a good way to admit it quickly when you realize a mistake."1

"Haha... ."

grandfather, who might have laughed for a moment, told my father.

"Come on and take Florentia to the doctor."

A doctor who resides inside Lombardy.

There is.

With the support of the family, it was a small hospital that healed people while teaching disciples and doing research.

"Yes, father."

My dad looked at my bleeding knees and hugged me.

Since I’m only seven years old, it was natural for her father to hug her daughter, but she is an adult woman with a healthy mind.

It was awkward to be hugged by someone so sweetly, to my father who died a long time ago and I never saw him again.

"But Father! Will you cover this just like this? Florentia hit Belsach!"

Viese, who had been crumbling and distorted, shouted unfairly.

"Florentia must take responsibility for it!"

Oh, he’s explode.

I wanting while put my face on my father’s shoulder.

Worried about ending up the same as the past.

"Are you arguing on my decision now?"

Grandpa’s voice became bold again.

"No, that’s not it...."

"Viese."

"Yes, father."

"You know you’re embarrassing."

Grandfather, who left only those words, went back to the room.

The remaining Viese worked hard, but there was nothing he could do.

"We’ll go then."

My father greeted people while holding me.

I thought I would go right away, but I stopped walking for a while, passing by the rain rite and said a word.

"Brother. Aren’t you too excited about the fights of children?"

"Woohoo!"

I had to hurriedly shut my mouth with one hand.

In the meantime, whenever Belsach tormented me, he returned what my father had said.

"You, you...!"

Viese had a temper and didn’t know what to do, but my dad just moved his feet and steps with a calm face.

I hugged my father’s neck and looked behind me, looking for Belsach with my eyes.

When he made eye contact with me, he shook his shoulder.

I subtracted the grumpy smile from the smiling face and said in the shape of a mouth.

’SEE. YOU. LATER.’

The quiet guy suddenly said, ’Ahhhhhh!’

I burst into tears, but I enjoyed this moment by rubbing my face in my father’s arms that I missed without paying attention.

Oh, it smells good.

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Glossary

[1] ’Jang Ding’ - I don’t know what it means, but the manhwa TL, tells something like that.