Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy - Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy chapter 63

63 – Episode 63

“It was halfway there.

I could have not let you go enough if you didn’t want to let me go, thinking you might come back this way.

Yeah, you listened to me so well, maybe you were trying to fool me, but what sane human being could ask you to chew on broken glass strewn across the floor without hesitation?

It’s something no sane person can do, and a child who hasn’t been through anything bad will never do it.”

I’ve been through enough rough times.

You may be young, but you are not a child.

If you almost died of starvation, almost died from eating spoiled food, or almost died from being beaten by the orphanage director, isn’t it tough enough?

“Don’t you think it was a situation where you had no choice but to listen?”

I did it because I thought that I might not be able to go to the academy, that I might not be able to get away from the hateful person in front of me.

Never. I never did it because I was loyal to you or Xenia.

“There’s no way you could f*cking chew that glass anyway, but you heard me! At least I’ll never be able to.”

“But I heard that.”

“Yes! I heard you! But you heard me! Then you’ve been cheating on me! You were cheating on me just like your goddamn father!!! aaa!!!”

The Duchess gets up from her seat and starts messing around with the tablecloth and tearing it.

With the sound of fabric tearing, a bit of lint started flying around on the smoke, creating a slightly mystical atmosphere.

Then he starts banging his fists on the table, then yells and points at me.

“… ….”

Then he kept his mouth shut for a while.

It must have been about 10 minutes.

The silence was more like thin ice than awkward.

Because of the fact that it might break at any time, it was more accurate.

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Smoke begins to fill the room.

And the Duchess, as if she had never drunk smoke before, started coughing.

After a few small coughs, he starts talking again.

“You must have just seen what kind of bullsh*t Xenia did after she went to the academy.

What the hell, why the hell do I have to suffer like this? You don’t know that, so you, the son of the woman who used to say that it was only natural that even her love be taken away, tell me. Throw that damn pipe beside her.”

I continued to stare into your eyes.

What the hell must happen to a person to go crazy like that?

I have no particular desire to feel sorry for you.

If possible, I would like to die like this, I wonder if you are thinking that way.

There’s no way you’ll put the cigarette holder aside.

I can’t live without this.

If it were a world where you couldn’t smoke this, you probably would have jumped off the roof long ago.

Actually, the pipe is coming out, and I wonder if this body is fake.

It feels like being separated from the main body.

“Rather than anyone’s fault… No, it’s just His Excellency’s fault.”

“Ha, who doesn’t know that.”

“… ….”

What do you mean?

If you just see a pretty girl, you’ll approach her and push her hard.

With a decent stature, plenty of money, and support for your status, what woman in the world can’t get enough of it?

Anyway, it seems like he didn’t cover a lot of people.

Considering that my mother crawled all the way to the slums.

My head is tense, so all sorts of nonsensical thoughts come to my mind.

“Seeing you so calm in a situation that should have been explosive makes me think you might be just like me.”

And, as soon as I heard those words, I felt that a string in my head was tightened for a moment, and then pulled.

“Don’t compare me to you! What the f*cking similarities are in this f*cking lunatic subject!!”

“Ha, no comparison, you just act like me.”

In what part?

Even if I don’t dare to be perfectly normal, I and that person, who have lived as calmly as possible, shouldn’t be compared if they have a conscience.

From your mouth, you spit out all the things you’ve been through, and the things you’ve never let out of your mouth.

“Laughs and cries as if he has a mental illness, then he beats up a child and likes it, then he churns out a sense of shame, then suddenly rushes out at a useless part and makes people suffer, and eats the thorns of that f*cking rose and puts out a thorn in his throat. , Suddenly slapped me, then hugged me and sobbed saying that I was sorry, and in the slums all the f*ckin gangster executives gathered and slammed the wine bottle that I couldn’t live without working for a month and sprayed it on my head and made me chew the glass bottle, just you It must have been this shape from the beginning.

So, that bastard’s family must have been passed on to a f*cking whore or Elena or something, my mother or something.

Who would like a woman like you? hahahaha, damn it, who would like that.”

As if waiting for those words, the Duchess laughed.

It’s just that this woman wanted to fight me.

Maybe he wanted me to fight back.

I’m trying to play that f*cking hysteria somehow.

In the past, I couldn’t handle it if I shouted like this, but now it might be just a little bit.

“Oh, to be precise, from the appearance, pretending to be calm is not only my father-in-law teasing dick, but that stupid figure resembles my daughter and the way he goes back and forth like now.

You may be a child who only collects the shortcomings of this mansion. That’s why your mother abandoned you and ran away like that!!”

Open your eyes wide and raise your fingers.

Then she pointed her finger at the lunatic, who was laughing and weeping, and yelled at her.

“f*ck it, everyone who lives here is crazy, starting with you.

From the head of an orphanage where the duke dipped money like an idiot, your daughter-in-law who avoids trouble and tries to live an easy life, from your husband who doesn’t look like that at all but can’t properly guard his lower body, instead of just a bullet A person who doesn’t understand that he likes me just because he welcomed me, and you, who clings to a child and acts like a dog.

It’s just that everyone isn’t normal!!”

Yeah, there are only lunatics around.

If I were to choose the top among the prince, emperor, duke, duchess, Xenia, Misty, Belita, me, the orphanage director, the children in the orphanage, the slum gangster, the prostitute, Julieta, Louise, and Ella, I would I will probably tear the answer sheet into small pieces.

The pipe in my hand split in half with a crackling sound.

The splinters created by doing so are deeply embedded in my palm.

Still, I didn’t feel any bitterness.

With trembling hands, he removes the fragments stuck in his right hand.

Red blood dripped lightly onto the white table.

“It’s already over anyway, because Xenia won’t inherit this duchy.”

“What bullsh*t is that?”

“If I put my mind to it, I’ll blow you and the duke away with Xenia.

I’m not saying I can do it, but His Highness, our handsome crown prince, will do it.

Well, His Highness the Crown Prince will set the charges on his own. They deliberately tried to kill the emperor, and the way I reported it.”

She must have heard of it since there are some servants around her.

A story about me that came in moderately distorted from the capital.

“You, you can’t do that.

You can’t do that to my daughter, you can’t, cancer.”

“I hate you like crazy.”

“…….”

The Duchess was quick to answer.

She knows all too well how she treats the offspring of men she detests.

“But I’m not a psychopath like you.

I’m not a lunatic who imitates passers-by just because they have pooped in the middle of the road.”

No.

So don’t compare me to you.

I haven’t cut myself, I haven’t committed suicide yet, I’m fine, I don’t laugh when I cry, and I’m probably sane.

So don’t compare me to you.

At least, it doesn’t bother the child.

Because he is not an ugly and pitiful human being who can only take out his anger on people weaker than himself.

Are you afraid of people like this?

Hey, now that you don’t fly away even if you get hit on the cheek, and it doesn’t matter if she commands you or not, you can say this.

“Anyway, His Excellency asked me to come tomorrow morning, so let’s talk.

Because I have a lot of questions.”

“Is that enough? As long as your daughter is spared, you can do the same to me as I did to you.”

“Sure. How could I do that to Xenia?

Not a psychopath like you.”

“Huh, huh. Heh, uh… Uh.”

The Duchess frantically contorted her expression, and then she returned to her expressionless face.

“Okay, what do you want to talk about?”