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The man puffed up to his neck with a bloody throat.

“Is that enough?”

“Ligaa Kami…….”

I murmured the name that the man spouted.

If you don’t know about it again, the man might kill me with a vase.

Sadly, however, there was something that came to mind this time.

“Isn’t it a name that shouldn’t be attached anymore?”

Ligaa gami. The eldest son of Count Kami.

……but not now.

“You’re such a vagrant.”

I clicked my tongue. If I had known the opponent was him, I would have laughed at him once I saw him.

Ligaa, who was deprived of his family’s last name and turned into a beggar, became very angry at my reaction.

“It’s all because of who!”

“Because of you.”

Ligaa Kami has big guts. Now that I think about it, at Ash’s birthday banquet, he got caught trying to feed me a drugged drink.

Besides, the hostage-taking with Ari to avoid the situation that day was a bonus.

‘Well, it’s probably because of the world’s coercion to kill Ari, but….’

Anyway, it was Ligaa’s own fault that he is now such a shame.

‘I’m surprised he even had his fingers cut.’

I glanced at Ligaa’s empty hand.

At first glance, his right hand isn’t all that different from his left hand, how many has he lost?

Anyway, well, he’ll be good at keeping things between his legs.

I was told that there were not only one or two women who believed had been touched by Ligaa when he still became the family member of Count Kami.

Perhaps they visited Ligaa, where the family’s protection disappeared, and retaliated. One finger per person. It’s neat and nice.

“……ha!”

“If it’s unfair, be nice in your next life. Just be born as a roadside weed so you won’t be so guilty.”

And a guy like you gets kicked in the shoe. It’s a good end.

Ligaa glared at me as if to kill me. I grabbed a cup of tea in silence as if to moisten my dry throat.

It’s still steaming, right? I’ll spray it right away.

But Ligaa did not come at me. Instead, he leaned his arms forward in front of his chest and leaned against the chair, changing his posture.

“You shouldn’t be so stiff in front of me right now.”

“Princess.”

I calmly corrected my title in front of Ligaa.

No, wait, I’m not a princess anymore if the papers have been processed.

What shall he call me then?

It’s just a little early, but let him call me Duc, ekhm, Duchess.

“……you don’t understand the situation.”

“I think you’re the one who didn’t understand it.”

“Yuck! Since you received the letter, you must have come out here because of it? Does it matter if the secret is revealed?”

Ligaa looked straight at me and lowered his voice.

“Huh? A fake princess who doesn’t even know where the blood you’re from, dude.”

“Whew.”

That’s enough. I have enough with this.

I kicked the opponent’s leg under the table instead of pouring some innocent tea on Ligaa’s face.

“Aah!”

As soon as Liga uttered a cry, I tried to call Sir Davery, but I didn’t have to.

Sir Davery, who had come by my side before I had called, put a sword on the neck of Liga.

I opened my mouth facing the pale complexion of Ligaa.

“How did you know that?”

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“Here?”

Ligaa led us to some stale back alley.

For your information, Ligaa limped as he took the lead in guiding the way. He seemed to be unable to use one of his ankles.

He really got paid for his crime. I’m surprised he thought of sending me a threatening letter of revenge.

Ligaa gritted his teeth.

“…Yes, I heard it from the old man living here (informal), Agh!”

“Your speech.”

Sir Davery, who struck Ligaa on the shoulder with a sword, pointed out. Ligaa opened his mouth, shaking his body as if he was sicker than he seemed.

“I, I heard.” (formal)

“Hmm.”

I turned a little further inside the alley. Soon after, I saw something like a shabby shack or something.

As I tried to get inside, Sir Davery stopped me.

Then he took the lead after he struck Ligaa on his stomach so that he could not do anything.

“I’ll go in first.”

“Let’s go in together.”

The inside was narrower than I had guessed. A place where only one person could lie was cramped when I and Sir Davery entered.

Sir Davery somehow seemed to be trying to stay out of touch with me. He doesn’t have to worry about me that much.

“Uhh-huh.”

I stared at the bottles that were making the narrow interior more cramped. The old man, lying among the drinkers as if he were dead, wiggled up.

“Uh……who?”

“I hear you know a funny story.”

Sir Davery handed over the bottle he had prepared to the old man.

Ligaa said he heard the story this way. The old man grinned as soon as he received the drink.

“Oh, yes, yes! I know a lot. It’s a funny story to know so much. So, what do you want to hear? The story of Mill, the lady next door, cheating? or the only son in the fruit shop down there eating with a man? Or …..”

“The Duke of Widgreen.”

I sat with my knees bent, cutting off the old man’s words, which seemed to be endless if left alone.

He continued his speech with a close eye.

“I hear there’s a defect in the family’s princess origin.”

The old man nodded at my words, ‘Oh, that, that.’

“Right, that’s right. That’s a good idea. A defect is not a common defect. So that’s what it’s………”

The old man’s voice, who was opening his mouth in excitement, died down.

Whether he was half awake or half sober, the focus, which had been blurry all along, has finally settled down.

Soon the old man, who looked alternately at me and Sir Davery, fell on the floor, shivering.

“Oh, dear, I’m sorry! Pardon me all to hell. Please save me just once!”

Did he recognize me or did he guess from the circumstances?

Either way, it wasn’t important now. I opened my mouth looking at the back of the old man’s flat-down head.

“You can get up. I’m not here to take your responsibility.”

“Please forgive me…….”

The old man was very frightened. To the point where words do not work, in general, the right of summary disposition is given to the nobility at this stage.

In other words, there is no one here to say anything even if I cut his throat.

Of course, I didn’t mean to.

I was pondering and took off my voice.

“I’ll forgive you if you answer my question correctly.”

“Yes, yes! There will be a yes!”

“How did you know about my origin?”

“Well, that’s….”

“The more you tell me, the more I’ll pretend this never happened.”

“So that was about 20 years ago.”

The story of the old man who started like that was older than I thought.

The old man’s job was a horseman. Although he generally dealt with wealthy customers, he was especially lucky to have the Duke and Duchess as his guests that day after.

However, on the way back from treating the couple, he hit a person.

It was a dark alley without witnesses as he was on his way to avoid the eyes of others. A middle-aged woman hit by a wagon died instantly on the spot.

However, the child held by a middle-aged woman in her arms was safe because she wrapped the child around her body.

The Duchess hugged a baby with no scars, whether it was a miracle or a sacrifice of a woman.

‘Look at this, honey.

‘Red hair.’

‘My great-grandmother had this red hair.’

The baby, who was crying, stopped crying like a lie when she was hugged by the Duchess. Then he wouldn’t fall out of her arms.

‘… … ..This child, we are raising it.’

‘Honey.’

‘Did you hear what the doctor say today? They say I can’t have children forever. It’s impossible.’

‘wife…….’

‘I don’t know if this might happen, and we came out today without letting anyone know. Is it really a coincidence that this child appeared in front of us? I want to raise it, me.’

The horseman watched the duke’s wife make a holy decision there that day.

The Duke, who agreed with a sigh as if he couldn’t help his wife’s firmness, then told the horseman.

Keep it a secret for the rest of your life, and if you break it, your three generations won’t be safe.

“……that’s what happened.”

The old man remained silent as he had promised for nearly twenty years.

It was not a loss at all because he took money and valuables that ordinary people would never touch in return for keeping the secret quiet.

However, the money that had been spent was falling and falling, and he was too old and too drunk to work again, selling gossip that he knew, and finally getting out of his mouth.

I asked after hearing all the old man’s stories.

“What about the woman?”

“What?”

“What happened to a middle-aged woman who was run over by a wagon?”

The question was, “Is there a grave?” The old man panicked and shook his head.

“I, I don’t know. I don’t think that’s…… I went back to the place later, but there was nobody there.”

Did my mother and father reap it?

Then, it was not something that could be heard more thoroughly by the old man.

I raised myself up. Suddenly I stood up and my legs that were bending while I was listening to the story went numb.

“Lady.”

After reeling, Sir Davery held me on.

At this time, perhaps because of my feeling, Sir Davery seemed stiff.

Then the old man’s voice was heard.

“Oh, it is.”

Without changing his prone position on the floor, the old man brought up his words as if he had thought of the middle-aged woman

“The middle-aged woman. On second thought……… I think she jumped in on purpose.”

“On purpose?”

The numbness in my legs got better little by little. Take my hand off Sir Davery’s sleeve and look down at the old man.

“Yes, yes. It suddenly popped out in front of the carriage, and I thought it might have been intentional……I don’t know why.”