Chapter 99

# 99

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Nabia was not at all surprised, as it was the picture she had roughly anticipated.

However, Schleman was furious.

"To act so arbitrarily without even consulting the head of the house!"

Theorvan took out a statement from his coat, declaring that he wanted to appoint his daughter as the successor to Eshelred.

"Look at this carefully if you have eyes."

Schleman glared at Theorvan with a look that asked what he was supposed to do about it.

Theorvan continued.

"I am willing to make the sacrifice of putting forward my own child. What if the foolish younger brother causes the Eshelred lineage to end?"

Schleman, whose voice now carried a chill, said,

"Which family would allow a mere acting head to act so recklessly?"

Before Schleman could say anything, Nabia replied.

"I will do it that way."

"Nabia... "

"It’s not a big deal, is it? I was originally a prisoner, after all."

Nabia looked at Theorvan.

"I will do as you say, so please give me the anesthetic herbs."

"Hmph. I will check the room you will use myself. I will leave a servant there, so don’t even think of deceiving me, Count Jenegar."

Theorvan pushed Nabia aside and went up to the second floor with his daughter.

The water in the basin splashed over, soaking Nabia’s clothes.

The cold water seeped into her white nightgown, staining it.

"What rudeness!"

Schleman took out a handkerchief and wiped Nabia’s skirt, asking worriedly,

"Are you alright?"

It wasn’t as if she had been hit; her clothes were just a bit wet.

Nabia smiled as if it was no big deal.

"Of course."

After saying that, she quickly took the basin to the kitchen and headed upstairs.

Anyway, it was better to cater to Theorvan’s mood for now.

Theorvan, who seemed to have already found a room for Nabia, came out of the room and barked at her, standing by the central staircase.

"Follow me!"

Nabia obediently followed him.

Theorvan deliberately chose the worst of the servant’s rooms.

"From today, this is your room."

He then drew a despicable smile on his lips.

"It suits your lowly appearance perfectly. Haha!"

Nabia didn’t even listen to Theorvan’s words.

"I’ll move my things then."

Theorvan was taken aback that Nabia, who he expected to be in despair, was as calm as someone who had just heard it would rain today.

'Just a worthless woman who has become no different from a commoner, acting so high and mighty...!'

Nabia’s belongings were still in the room she had moved to on the second floor from the third floor yesterday.

So she headed to the room now occupied by Masha to retrieve her things.

"Miss!"

At that moment, Charlotte came running. She had been preparing lunch for Nabia when she heard the unexpected commotion.

"The situation is not good."

Nabia said this without any explanation.

Though it was an unkind statement, Charlotte didn’t move her head, only her eyes, scanning the surroundings before quietly sticking by Nabia’s side.

She had learned to be more cautious after ignoring Nabia’s warning at Agnes and making a painful mistake.

Voices could be heard through the crack in the open door.

"Hmm, is this hers?"

"Yes, Miss. How can this be all her belongings? She doesn’t even have a change of clothes for a day."

"Good grief. Even a commoner wouldn’t be this bad..."

"Moreover, what is this cloak? I didn’t know anyone still wore such a rustic outfit these days."

The people inside the room spoke loudly, making no effort to hide their amusement, ensuring Nabia could hear every word.

Nabia endured the petty and low-level harassment with a blank expression, as if she were a dead mouse.

Then Theorvan approached.

He had come to see his daughter and noticed Nabia standing there, looking at her as if she were a piece of filth.

"What are you doing? Why are you standing in front of my daughter’s room instead of going to your own?"

Theorvan’s behavior was consistently devoid of any dignity.

If the head of the Alvin family was this level, his daughter and vassals were the same.

'How can they strive to be among the great nobles at this level? Do they really not understand why they are shunned in society?'

In fact, not all nobles were well-versed in etiquette or acted with noble blood. Theorvan was particularly lacking.

Nabia nodded in rough agreement.

"The maid is looking for my belongings, so I’m waiting."

"Tsk."

Theorvan clicked his tongue, showing no interest, and entered the room.

Soon, the maid with freckles came out, holding Nabia’s belongings.

"Here it is."

Thud!

Nabia extended her hand to receive the belongings, but the maid deliberately dropped them on the floor.

Then she stomped on them with her shoe.

"Oh! I was trying to hand them over properly, but suddenly I got dizzy. I’m sorry, Miss. Will you forgive me?"

The maid hoped Nabia would burst into tears or get angry.

That would be much more entertaining.

The maid had deliberately left the door open on Masha’s orders to show this scene.

If she pleased her mistress, she would receive appropriate rewards.

The maid knew that the more miserable she made Nabia, the better the reward she would get.

However, Nabia showed no reaction, only staring at the clothes trampled by the maid.

'Is this a tradition in this household?'

The way Beni, Seline, and this maid tormented others was similar.

This meant that their masters had similar dispositions.

'They say birds of a feather flock together, and it’s true.'

One can see the master by the servant’s actions.

Nabia felt the depth of their vulgarity and raised her gaze.

Masha smiled happily, confirming Nabia’s miserable state.

"Hehe."

Masha, with her inhuman beauty and an aura that no one could approach, felt her self-esteem swell as she saw Nabia being treated so poorly.

'Hmph, no matter how beautiful you are, you’re still below me. A dirty girl no different from a commoner.'

The maid, having completed her task, entered the room with a satisfied look.

Charlotte quickly picked up the clothes and gently brushed off the parts where the footprints were.

"Let’s go."

Nabia remained silent as she carried her few belongings to the new room.

If the clothes the maid had trampled were just clothes, she might have let it go.

But these were clothes that Minerva had made for her.

They were special because someone had made them for her. Additionally, there was the cloak Margaret had lent her.

For some reason, this made her quite angry.

Charlotte clenched her teeth when she saw that the new room Nabia would use was a small storage room, then asked with a fierce look.

"Miss, you won’t let them get away with this, will you?"

Her question was deeply imbued with the strong belief that Nabia would definitely punish them.

Nabia, unfolding the clothes on the bed, replied softly.

"Of course not, Charlotte."

If they had touched her, they should pay the appropriate price.