Chapter 30 (2/2)

As to why the blood of an Iron Dragon could create a mountain where sapphires were found… It remained inexplicable.

Everything would be fine as long as ordinary people were fooled.

…

Someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.” Liszt raised his head.

Silva, deputy butler of the castle, came in. He was Luis’s helper and expected to be the next butler.

“Mr. Liszt, Mrs. Penelope is here. She’s with Mr. Levis and Ms. Lvera in the living room.”

“Is my grandmother here? I’ll join them.”

Liszt rubbed his forehead, feeling upset. His grandmother was not fond of him.

His father disliked him because he was disappointing and was apparently happy about his new changes in the past months. His grandmother was different. She disliked Liszt because he reminded her of her daughter-in-law.

Penelope lived in a small castle in Coral City instead of with her son exactly because of her bad relationship with Melisa.

Liszt, who took after his mother, became Penelope’s punching bag.

However upset he was, he had to go downstairs and greet her.

“Nice to see you, Grandmother. I’m delighted to see that you are healthy.”

“Oh, look who’s here!” The wrinkles on Penelope’s face were thick because she was almost sixty. She said, “Liszt, I thought Melisa was here when you didn’t talk. That pretty face… Thank god she’s in heaven now, or I wouldn’t dare to visit my son.”

Liszt showed no response and sat down quietly.

Since the old woman disliked him, he would rather not embarrass himself. They wouldn’t meet often, after all.

Lvera smiled. “Liszt, Grandmother came immediately after she learned that you were here. She’s usually praying for the family at this hour.”

Penelope turned away from Liszt and murmured, “I’m not here to see him.”

Her actions were the opposite of her words.

Liszt thought that Mrs. Penelope probably loved her grandson despite her habit of attacking Liszt, who looked like Melisa. However, Liszt did not really care about it. He only wanted to be left alone.

“Your sister told me that Flower Town was more like a shabby village?” asked Mrs. Penelope.

“It’s indeed shabby, but that means there’s more room for development. I already have a plan.”

“That ambitious tone sounds like the Tulips. Do not be as condescending as Melisa. You already look like her. If your temper is like hers, it will kill me like a shadow I cannot get rid of.”

Liszt did not respond.

He did not remember much about his mother who died due to illness when he was very little.

Mrs. Penelope, on the other hand, continued complaining about Melisa. In summary, she believed that the marquis’s daughter despised her and challenged her in every aspect, and she hoped that they did not inherit her flaws.