242 – Son-in-law subjugated the father-in-law – 2
Failed. No matter how positively you think about it, a conclusion has come that does not change. This is ruined
I never thought that Marghetta would kneel there too. I knew that Marghetta’s execution power was outstanding, but I didn’t know it would be this much.
“Mar, Mar! You don’t have to do this until Mar!”
“The couple is said to be of one mind. It’s not barentic for her wife to ignore her husband’s pain.”
After saying that, she knelt down and began to endure. In fact, it’s easy to get Marghetta to stand up no matter how much she endures, but that’s only possible when she lets go of her power pretending that she can’t win even if she rides dry.
How to get hurt somewhere if you forcibly raise someone who is holding out to not get up. She couldn’t hold back strongly enough.
The iron-blooded ball appeared after a long time. The youngest daughter who fell on her knees in the eyes of such a iron-blooded worker.
“…Come in.”
I saw. In that moment, the emotions that passed through the iron blooded baller’s eyes.
That was the look in the eyes of an idiot who was worried about how to catch that bastard to spread rumors that he had caught it well.
‘How long did it take for the bones to attach?’
I can still feel the displeasure just by looking at his back. As he walked behind him, the thought came to him. It’s an established fact that it breaks somewhere.
Still, he’s an iron-blooded worker who specializes in beating people, so he should be able to break bones cleanly. Then attaching it would be easy. No, rather, will it be shattered with a guilty conscience? Then it would take a while.
As I inadvertently touched her right arm, Marghetta, who was next to her, cautiously opened her mouth.
“Karl, Mi—”
But when I quietly held her hand, her mouth closed again. This is not something to apologize for.
To be honest, it is true that the iron-blooded ball’s displeasure index reached the sky because of Marghetta’s actions, but I was the starting point in the first place. If I behaved properly, I wouldn’t have to kneel in front of the duchy, and Marghetta wouldn’t have to kneel with me after seeing that.
Moreover, isn’t Marghetta meant for me? It just happened because my image wasn’t good. If Sang-Blooded Workers thought well of me, this incident would have just turned into an incident.
“Don’t take it to heart. Everything will be fine.”
Okay, everything will be fine. First of all, isn’t the fact that the Iron Blood Ball was brought in, in itself, a positive sign?
If the iron-blooded ball really had an overturned eye, if the sky would fall and he wouldn’t allow me to marry him, he’d do a sword dance at the front door. I would have taken Dark Souls to avoid that sword dance. A person who will remain
“My brother-in-law is right. Don’t worry too much.”
And the one who supported my words was a woman with red hair, the symbol of Varenti, a lady whose appearance makes me wonder if Marguetta will look like that when she gets older.
A strange species that sticks with us alone while the other siblings are close to the Iron Blood Ball.
“My Mar, but it was too much to surprise my father. Shall we apologize later?”
“Yes, sister…”
“Right.”
She is Marghetta’s fourth older sister.
There is a subtle age difference to call them sisters, but the aristocrats of this world are mostly young, so they look like sisters.
“Don’t mind my brother-in-law either. Even though my father is rough on the outside, he’s a loving person on the inside.”
“Ah, yes. I know that.”
“That’s good. My husband didn’t know that and was kind of scared.”
I awkwardly smiled at the sight of him laughing.
I could feel the iron-blooded worker walking in front of me glancing at me, but I desperately pretended not to know. I’m with my two daughters, so there won’t be a chair shot.
“Hmm, by the way, husband-in-law. I didn’t know that you would bring other wives to the position where you were in charge of the marriage license.”
At those words, I inadvertently turned my gaze to the Iron Blood Ball. I didn’t mean to either, but he told me to come with a customer.
“Are you going to visit another father after getting permission from your father?”
I felt devastated when I heard a voice saying that it was exciting. Looking at Louise and Irina who were blushing, she had nowhere to look.
Wouldn’t it be nice to just be next to the Iron Blood Ball…? If I was next to Iron Blood Ball, I would end up hurting my body.
The miraculous encirclement of former Iron-Blooded Workers and subsequent preliminary executions was resolved thanks to the butler of the Duke of Varenti.
When the first butler came running from afar, I expected a shout from the Iron Blood Ball. The butler couldn’t greet the guests. The situation where the owner, the duke, responded directly while he was unable to greet him. It is safe to say that he damaged the face of the duchy.
But no one in Varenti blamed the butler.
“Head butler. Guide the guests.”
“Yes, Lord Soga.”
He just gave instructions as if nothing had happened.
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Looking at it, I guessed roughly. That the head butler of Varenti is also a pitiful being who suffers from overwork. That’s why he doesn’t blame anyone for being a little late.
‘Are all butlers like this?’
Certainly, the head butler of the Krasius family is also on the side of being overworked. In the first place, the position itself as head of the butler was in charge of the administration of a territory.
Still, this is too salty. Seeing such a pitiful existence in front of my eyes—
“You bastard, follow me.”
Of course, I am the most pitiful person here. I’m not in a position to sympathize with others.
“Yes, sir.”
I moved to the heart of a cow being dragged to the slaughterhouse at the call of the iron-blooded worker. He naturally tried to follow the house owner, but was caught like a ghost. I just wanted to pass, but I failed.
And every time I took a step along the Iron Blood Ball, the Iron Blood Ball’s children passed by, patting me on the shoulder.
“Hmph.”
In a way, the reaction was friendly to me. However, the iron-blooded worker only gave a small snort at the sight, and did not show any other reaction.
What is it? Is it because you’ll mess it up anyway, so you don’t need other people?
‘How much are you going to do?’
There is something called the law of total anger. When many people share their anger, each person’s anger is small, but when the total amount is shouldered alone, the anger is enormous.
This is the case with the Iron Blood Workers now. The more gentle the other members of the Varenti family are, the more the ironclad’s wrath will grow.
“Varenti values blood.”
As I walked, thinking about the posture that would fit me in the least pain possible, the iron-blooded worker opened his mouth in a low voice.
‘P.’
The image of an iron-blooded attacker striking an enemy general with his fist in an instant—
“That’s why when the end of the year approaches, all the family members gather.”
Ah, that blood.
“Varenti who are gathered like that stay together from the end of the year to the New Year. Even daughters who have left home are without exception.”
“I think it’s a beautiful tradition.”
“But before that, it was common for brothers to die and kill each other to inherit the title.”
No shit. If you suddenly say something like that, what kind of reaction should you show?
“Despite the turmoil, my grandfather valued family ties. The present tradition also started from then.”
Swordsmith, speaking in a faint voice, stopped in front of the door. Unlike other rooms, a room that is alone and isolated. A luxurious, yet eerie door painted in black.
And the phrase written in elegant handwriting above the door.
Room of Truth
‘The name is brutal.’
It’s a name that looks like it’s about to be destroyed with lightning magic.
“My grandfather’s aspirations were passed on to the next generation. The aspirations I inherited must go through my children to the future.”
While I was alone in a strange imagination, the iron-blooded man who grabbed the doorknob looked back at me. Not with a face full of displeasure like before, but with an infinitely serious face.
“Varenti values family. No matter how competent, he rejects enemies of his blood kin, and embraces those of blood, even if he is lacking.”
The more I heard that, the more I could understand why the Iron Blood Workers were upset with me.
It’s not just because he’s a scoundrel who plundered his youngest daughter. It’s not about taking in another woman over the youngest.
“When you pushed Marr away, she grieved Marr, but she’s about that. As long as she has no ties to us, she doesn’t care.”
Although he refused to marry his daughter, the marriage may or may not work out. There is nothing to be hostile to just for that reason.
“But you came back even though you pushed it away. You volunteered to be a member of Varenti.”
Yes, that’s the point. The me who rejected Sang-blooded’s offer, and the me who turned away from becoming a member of Varenti, approached me again.
Then, from the Iron Blood Worker’s point of view, I’m not someone who has nothing to do with it. Once again, you have to decide if you are the right person for Barenti.
“No matter how competent you are, if you are an enemy of your blood kin, you will be rejected, and even if you are lacking, if you are a blood relative, you will embrace it.”
And even if my conditions are good, if you treat Marghetta badly, you are an enemy. On the contrary, even if there are flaws somewhere, if Marghetta and her sticky couple become, they are family.
That’s why the iron-blooded workers felt uncomfortable with me. He said he would become a member of Barenti’s family, but he did not have any relationship with Marghetta, but instead increased another woman.
“Can you entrust half of yourself to Varenti?”
The iron-blooded worker asked. Could you be a true member of Varenti, a son-in-law of Varenti?
Then my answer is simple.
“Yes, sir. Of course.”
“The answer is good.”
The iron-blooded worker answered indifferently and turned the doorknob.
“We’ll have to find out if that’s true from now on.”
The Chamber of Truth has been opened.
…No, it’s not really torture or anything like that, is it?
***
I couldn’t help but watch my father dragging a knife and disappearing in a daze.
I have already provoked my father unintentionally. Even if I step out here, I will only get out of the immediate crisis, and in the end, my father’s anger will not be resolved.
“Will it be over soon?”
But the fourth sister said with a calm expression.
“I guess so. My father is not like the old days.”
Even her first sister.
I was confused. My father seems very angry, but the older sisters talk as if nothing happened.
It’s strange. Your father is sensitive about his family. He’s the one who said that if you don’t notice even a little, you won’t get married.
And, perhaps noticing what I was thinking, her fourth sister smiled and stroked my hair.
“My Mar. Are you surprised?”
“Oh, this is the first time I’ve seen Maru?’
The third sister smiled after her fourth sister and hugged me from behind. She’s like she doesn’t have to worry.
“I think it’s just an event. He’s always been like that. Are all your brothers-in-law like that?”
?
“Only my husband had a hard time. It was thrown out of the window because my father was correcting it.”
??
“So, eldest brother-in-law, you climbed up again casually, didn’t your father see that and allow it?”
???
It was even more confusing. I couldn’t understand the conversation I was hearing now.
‘Event?’
You said this every time your sisters got married?
‘Throw it…?’
So you’re saying knives can also be thrown…?
I unconsciously looked out the window. I wondered if it had already been thrown out.
‘No.’
Contrary to my worries, there was no one outside.
“Marja. It will be thrown the other way, not there.”
At my brother’s words, I hurriedly ran to the window opposite.
Fortunately, it didn’t happen this time either.
…No, I’m glad I did. I don’t even know anymore