Chapter 13 (2/2)
“Give Elisabeth a tutor. Top-of-the-line. And then spread the word out.”
“No. What if the tutor finds out who she is?”
Damon has dried Dylan.
(Dy) “Then call your aunt.”
The Aunt he was referring to was Baroness Terran, Victoire’s sister. She lived under the cloak of her identity like Victoire, then married her husband in the north.
“My sister hates the blood of the Duke of Cabezo. Much more than us. It could be more dangerous for Elisabeth. You don’t know this either?”
Dylan closed his eyes tightly. Victoire calmly watched his young son as he seriously worried.
“Then I’ll teach her.”
“What?”
“Am I not a decent tutor? If it is rumored that I’m teaching her myself, then everyone can’t ignore Elisabeth.”
“A kid like you?”
“I’m not that young. You don’t even know my social reputation.”
By Dylan’s sharp remarks, Victoire confirmed with silence.
“If we teach her ourselves, it means we’re treating them like family, so they won’t look down on Elisabeth anymore.”
“Dylan, aren’t you just busy taking lessons in the Knights of the Dalton?”
Damon said far from the topic.
“I’ll take care of that.”
“What a spoiled brat, Dylan.”
Victoire said in a mixed tone.
“What bullshit are you talking about?”
“Did you forget what Elisabeth said? ‘Get along with each other’ is what she said.”
“Ugh.”
Dylan was disgusted. He left, he didn’t want to talk anymore. Watching Dylan move as he stomped his feet, Victoire’s face darkened.
“Look, Father. That’s not how children’s education works.”
Damon sighed deeply.
***
The mansion where the people left was calm as if a storm had passed by.
Elisabeth strode down the quiet corridor. She was on the way to Dylan’s room.
‘I should say thank you.’
I owe Dylan one today. I don’t have any presents for him, but I wanted to convey my heart.
‘I feel like I’m constantly in debt to Dylan.’
Dylan is the one who tries to kick me out, and also the one taking care of me. He always tells me to get out of the way and always comes to save me from danger.
‘So when I think of Dylan, I feel weird.’
I want to hate you, but I can’t hate you. I want to like you, but it’s hard. It was a complex emotion that could not be easily defined even by the heart of eighteen.
Dylan’s room was on top of the mansion. The three-story Daughtry mansion was young-looking and bright. It mainly used high-quality yet high-colored materials, and the architecture style also followed the latest forms. Some people laughed at him, calling him ‘nouveau riche’, but someone even built a villa after Daughtry and mimicked the mansion.
Even inside the mansion, the third floor, where this Daughtry’s at the top, had a different atmosphere.
‘Wow, it’s dark.’
Unlike the second floor, where Victoire, Elisabeth and Damon’s rooms are located, the third floor had a room or study for the family’s collection. Dylan’s room was the only room on the floor where a person ate and slept.
Victoire had said this about the layout of the room.
<He felt awkward being on the same floor as me, so I gave him a separate room on the third floor.>
Though not affectionate, he was a father who quietly listened to his son.
The third floor was as quiet as a mouse. Elisabeth carefully approached Dylan’s room. Then she took a deep breath and knocked.
“…..”
Knock, knock
“…..”
Knock knock!
There was no answer.
‘Marian surely said Dylan was in his room right now?’
Are you ignoring me on purpose?
That’s a possibility.
Elisabeth inflated her cheeks. Then clenched her little fist.
It was that moment when she was about to strike her fist.
“What is it?”
The door opened and Dylan put out his face.
“Uh, uh….!”
“That fist, are you trying to swing it at me?”
“Nope, no!”
Elisabeth quickly hid her fist behind her back. Dylan went into the room first, expressionless. Elisabeth followed behind in a hurry.
“What’s the matter?”
Dylan’s expression was unsettling. I was always unlucky, but he seemed colder than usual.
Elisabeth opened her mouth, hesitating a little.
“Thank you for today.”
“About what?”
Dylan asked back as if he didn’t know. Dylan was quick-witted, so there was no way he didn’t know. It was intentional to ask back.
Elisabeth said, swallowing her suspicion.
“You saved me from Sir Tyce.”
Dylan stared at Elisabeth.
‘What’s that, your I-don’t-like-this look?’
“If you’re grateful, get out of this house.”
It was a familiar word. But something was strange to think that it was a beginning again. Dylan’s gray eyes were sitting heavily.
‘Why did you come here…’
Dylan shut his eyes once and opened them.
‘It won’t leave my head.’
The figure of Elisabeth, who was crouching and trembling, kept flickering.
I was angry why I couldn’t beat Tyce Orell more. I was angry at myself for not being able to stop the situation.
I thought it might happen one day, but when I saw it, my eyes turned upside down.