Chapter 17 (1/2)
Chapter 17
Translator: Gold
The place where Marcus Hanson, the old Rosan Family butler, lived was a ramshackle tavern on a corner of Reve Street.
He did odd jobs during the day and served customers at night, living in a small room attached to the tavern.
Marcus had many children and grandchildren, but the family had split up a long time ago.
Artizea had never met Marcus Hanson in her past life.
In the past, his granddaughter, Lise Hanson, had come in as Artizea’s maid, concealing her name with the intention of getting revenge.
Lise Hanson had thought that she had completely concealed her identity.
However, at that time, Artizea already had many enemies. She had to be careful even with her new maids.
After checking Lise’s background, Artizea had thought that her ambition and temperament would fit in well with her work.
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In that way, she had secured the position that Marcus Hanson had held. Having taken her grandfather hostage, Lise had no choice but to remain loyal to the end.
However, in reality, she had done nothing to Marcus. She had not even met him in person.
But when she entered the tavern, she could tell at a glance who Marcus was.
Marcus was a 78-year-old man, but he stood erect and firm. Even though the old-fashioned suit he was wearing was worn out, it looked clean, even his cuffs were white.
He asked, without losing his composure, while the other man who worked with him was overwhelmed by Cedric’s sword and his splendid clothes.
“Dear nobles, what brings you to a place like this?”
“…”
“Can you give us a moment of your time, Mr. Hanson?”
Marcus was silent for a moment. But he soon told the other employee.
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“I’ll be right back.”
“A-Are you sure, old man?”
“Don’t worry, I don’t think they want to kill me.”
He said that and turned around, walked away.
Artizea followed him, along with Cedric.
Marcus led them to a vacant lot behind the tavern, where they used to put the garbage.
“This is not a nice place, but I work here, so it’s hard to get them to a clean place. Grand Duke Evron, why did you come to visit a man like me?”
He recognised Cedric and asked him.
Eighteen years ago, when Marcus was forced to leave the Marquisate Rosan, Cedric was a child who was not yet ten years old.
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However, Cedric looked like his father, his predecessor, the Grand Duke Evron.
As the former chief butler of the Rosan Family, Marcus knew the faces, personalities and history of all the high nobility.
For that reason, it was not surprising that he knew who Cedric was.
“Although our family has been kicked out, we have served the Rosan Family for generations. There is nothing I can tell you.”
Marcus thought the reason for Cedric’s visit was to unearth the Rosan Family’s weaknesses.
But Cedric shook his head.
“I am simply her escort.”
Cedric pointed to Artizea.
Artizea slowly took off the hood. Her platinum-blond hair slid over her shoulders.
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Even in the vacant lot resembling a rubbish dump, the sun shone, with Artizea’s hair glittering intensely.
“…”
“Greetings, Mr. Marcus Hanson. I am Artizea Rosan.”
Artizea looked up. Marcus stared at her for a moment without saying a word.
pent-up anger, grudge, longing, and sorrow welled up inside him, making the old man’s wrinkled face contort.
Marcus did not know what to say.
‘Miraila’s daughter?’
‘The person who had caused the destruction of my family and the extermination of the Rosan Family?’
But he finally spoke in a trembling voice.
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“You certainly look a lot like Lord Michael. Heir apparent.”
Eighteen years had cleared away the grudge inside him. Old age had exhausted his body to the point where he didn’t have the strength to vent his pent-up anger.
The longing called forth sorrow. The most intense feeling in Marcus was sorrow.
And sorrow is a feeling that one wants the other person to understand. One wants to be heard, to be comprehended and to be embraced.
That was the only remedy.
Marcus still missed the Marquisate Rosan.
The Hanson Family had served as butlers to the Marquisate Rosan for generations. Although they were not aristocrats, they prided themselves on being different from ordinary people.
Marcus was born in Marquess Rosan’s estate, and as a child he became a playmate of the Marquess’ children.
Since he grew up, he learned to work as Michael Rosan’s attendant. After some experience, he started working as a butler under the orders of his grandfather, the head butler.
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His children and grandchildren were also born at Marquess Rosan’s estate.
His sons and daughters followed in his footsteps, serving the Rosan Family.
He couldn’t help but get nostalgic. The more he remembered his family, the more he remembered the good times and the more he missed the Marquisate Rosan.
He wanted someone to help him with this pain, this sorrow.
Artizea could see it in Marcus’ face and trembling eyes.
It was the same feeling she had sensed in Lise Hanson, who had wanted to kill her in the past.
“Mr. Hanson, you are the first person to address me as heir apparent.”