Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Chapter 20. Treon, not even knowing there was a person following him, lowered his head and apologized to Ticle.

Ticle who heard Treon's apology sneered.

“Sorry?”

And kicked Treon's chest with his foot. At Ticle's kick, Treon tumbled to the floor.

“Sorry? Do you even know what you're sorry for saying that?”

Treon frowned at the pain, but knelt again like the first time.

Seeing Treon who lowered his head without saying anything, Ticle sneered.

“Hey. Tell me. What did you do wrong.”

“...

I apologize for the point of having improper words and actions toward Sir Ticle during the meal time.”

“Is that so? Then you have to receive punishment?”

Ticle poured liquor on Treon's head.

Treon's head and clothes became thoroughly soaked with the red liquor.

“Why did you do that?”

“...”

“I asked. Are you ignoring me now?”

“...

No.”

Ticle struck Treon's head down with his hand.

A sound of puk like a watermelon breaking was heard.

Treon slowly opened his mouth.

“...

Because I was stupid, I did improper actions.”

“Puhahahaha! Aa, fun. Seeing that face is fun. Hey, if I knew you would kneel so easily for a few coins of that money, I would have thrown some money and played with you long ago. Right?”

Strength entered Treon's fist.

A few coins of that money.

But for the Valfruga ducal house it was a large sum.

Treon repeated inside.‘Only me, only me have to endure. It ends soon. It's okay. I can endure.’ Ticle who giggled alone for a long time looked at Treon and said.

“Actually what did you do wrong. Right?”

He brought the sword standing on one side of the room and spat on the floor.

Seeing the sword wrapped in a scabbard embedded with jewels, Treon's face turned pale.

If hit with that, it was obvious he wouldn't even be able to get up the next day.

Even hit there, can I deceive Madam and Butcher as if nothing happened?

I wanted to run away right away, but he gritted his teeth and endured.

“You being born with a fair face and seducing the girls I marked.”

Ticle poked Treon's head with the sword.

“You having a good head and catching the Emperor's eye. All not your fault, right? Right? It's because I'm lacking?”

“...

No. I've never thought that even once.”

“What no is no. Bastard.”

Ticle slapped Treon's cheek with the opposite hand.

And stroking the swollen cheek of Treon that he himself struck, he smiled slyly.

“There's something I'm really curious about, why did you reject the thing the Emperor scouted? If so, our relationship might have gone the opposite by now. Hey, tell me. You actually regret, right? If so you wouldn't have to receive my nonsense here. Right?”

“...

No.”

“Doesn't that bastard who is your master know that you're making this nonsense to earn a few coins of that money?”

“...”

“What's good about that beggar-like ducal house. The one who came as Duchess was also a half-witted woman. Picked up from the orphanage?”

Treon raised his head stiffly for the first time.

“Where is this bastard raising eyes?”

“...

Insulting me is okay. But please don't insult Valfruga and Madam. She is an excellent person.”

“...

What?”

Ticle Matek's eyes flipped.

“This bastard, because I looked and looked, where are you talking to...!”

The sword rose high into the sky.

Treon tightly closed his eyes.

At the same time, a girl's voice that shouldn't be heard was heard.

“Treon!”

The door that should have been tightly closed opened, and the girl and the young man ran into the room.

“Butcher, block!”

At Felia's order, Butcher grabbed Ticle's arm.

“Fuck! What the hell are you doing now!”

Ticle was flustered at the appearance of the two people who suddenly appeared and largely twisted his body, but he couldn't overcome Butcher's strength.

Butcher instantly struck Ticle's knee hollow and collapsed him, then slammed the shoulder to the floor.

“Where dare you try to put those dirty hands on our Madam?”

While Butcher was catching Ticle, Felia checked Treon's appearance.

“Butler. Are you okay? Can you stand up?”

Treon unable to grasp the situation, looked at Felia with a dazed face.

Fluffy pink hair and blue eyes.

The lovely appearance like a baby rabbit was indeed the face of the mistress he serves.

“This is...”

“Won't you let go of this? Now where dare to whom...!”

“You of all people, without even a title, where dare you raise your voice at the Duchess?”

Felia glared at Ticle.

Even opposing an adult much larger than herself, Felia's momentum didn't diminish at all.

“Daring to bring a person of the Valfruga ducal house and do such a thing. You have the resolve, right?”

“A collapsed ducal house or whatever! You of all people I this...!”

Before Ticle's words even finished, Butcher grabbed Ticle's back of the head and crushed it to the floor.

And as if saying ‘The bad villain in the fairy tale was defeated by the teacher’ with a refreshing face, he said.

“Using bad words in front of Madam is a bad adult, right?”

And when he lifted Ticle's head again, he was already fainted.

“Huh? Madam, this guy already fainted.”

“What? Already? No guts.”

“That's what I'm saying! I only hit once!”

It seemed they didn't even think that that one hit has destructive power matching a bear's front paw.

“Just in case he wakes up, shall we tie him for now?”

“Yeees-!”

Butcher answered cheerfully and took out a rope from his bosom.

“Where did that come from?”

“If a member of the secret organization, one or two ropes are essentials!”

Butcher put the opposite hand into his bosom and this time took out a gag.

“There's also a gag!”

“As expected thorough in preparedness! Good! Let's use them all!”

“Waa!”

Butcher smiled like a child and tightly bound Ticle with the rope.

Usually with a gentle impression and always smiling he looked easy, but actually Butcher was one with bear-like destructive power and carrying various torture tools in his bosom.‘That he sincerely enjoys things like this is also the guy's creepy point.’ Treon thought inside looking at Butcher's smile brighter than usual.

Felia who controls such a guy like a dog was also not an ordinary person.

Butcher put the gag in Ticle's mouth, then even exerted the meticulousness of stuffing him in the closet so the servants couldn't easily find him.

Butcher pretended to wipe sweat that didn't even come out and said.

“With this level, no one will find until tomorrow evening.”

“Well done!”

“Being with Madam, every day is only fun things so it's too good. What should we do? Shall we take him to the Valfruga ducal house like this and make him confess even the first love thoroughly?”

“Shall we?”

“W-wait! What on earth is this!”

Treon who barely returned to reality sense shouted.

“What is it? Defeating the villain, and saving Treon?”

Felia answered calmly.

“You can't do this. If you do this...”

“Why?”

“It's obvious the Matek Count will cut off the deal with our family. Then we have no income.”

Treon said urgently unlike him.

“The ducal house needs money. Right now the biggest income in the ducal house comes from the deal with the Matek Count. I'll stay and apologize for the wrong, so Madam please return first.”

Felia's expression sank.

The cheerful atmosphere was nowhere to be found, she calmly stared at Treon.

“So you're saying throw the butler as a sacrifice for one abuse, and tell us to receive and use that money?”

“...

Yes?”

“Sorry but I can't see such a thing. No, I can't do it that way.”

Felia said firmly.

“For the ducal house this is the best choice. Madam. I... I'm okay.”

“Okay? Really?”

Felia took out a handkerchief and wiped Treon's face.

Whether she touched the wound, a tingling pain arose.

The dark red liquid mixed with liquor and blood flowed down Treon's face.

Treon couldn't say anything.

She was worrying about him now.

An incomprehensible action.

“...”

Seeing Treon's face distorted with pain, Felia said.

“Really doesn't it hurt? I saw everything. You were hit. Extremely... extremely badly hit.”

No matter how much Felia wiped, the liquid flowing down Treon's cheek didn't decrease.

“You're also a person of the ducal house. But how can only you sacrifice, and like that...”

Felia said with a painful face.

“...

Sorry. I suspected you. So I followed. But, but...”

This isn't what I wanted.

The words blurted out as if whispering were clearly heard by Treon.

Felia pulled Treon.

“Let's go. Quickly get out of here. There's no need for the butler to sacrifice to that extent.”

An indescribable emotion struck Treon.

It was the first time.

A person who blocked the violence he was receiving.

The first time he was hit by Ticle Matek's violence was 10 years ago.

The reason was trivial.

Because the woman he marked said she liked Treon.

With only that reason, he broke the leg of Treon who came for the deal.

To Treon who was screaming, Ticle calmly said.

“Be quiet. You came because you need our money anyway, right?”

Pride was hurt but it was the fact.

The Valfruga ducal house needed the Matek Count house's money.

Hard iron was a common ore.

The quality wasn't noticeably good, and being distant the price was also expensive, so there was no place that would buy Valfruga's hard iron specifically.

And the Matek Count always valued the price well for Treon.

If only he endured, he could make the faces of the Duke and father who only sighed at the gradually decreasing income have color for a while, and feed bread to the young child who starved for several days.

So Treon decided to be silent.

When calculated rationally, him sacrificing was the most beneficial, and even if told to others the situation wouldn't improve.

But sometimes it was suffocating.

He wanted to shout to anyone that he is so hurt, that he doesn't want to be hit anymore.

However he always chose silence, and headed to the Matek Count house every time.

If only he sacrificed, the ducal house had money to endure one year.

“Why? Why is there no need for me to do this?”

“Do you need a reason?”

“Me sacrificing is the most beneficial. That way the ducal house...”

“Don't say things like family or benefit. I also know such things well. What I'm curious about is what the butler thinks now. When the butler was hit, really didn't it hurt?”

Felia looked straight at him and asked.

He always wanted to say.

It hurts, it's scary.

Anyone is fine so please save me.

The face of the father who smiled brightly at the money he brought without knowing how he brought it came to mind. 10 years ago, the broken leg hurt belatedly.

“...

It hurt, it hurt.”

At his words, Felia answered.

“That's my reason.”