Violet Blooming in Patronage

Chapter 15

He knew Aiden, who felt uncomfortable looking at the empty seat every meal. He was a boy who knew he was at fault. He was only a year older than the girl, so he'd like to be friends with her, but she was afraid of Aiden and ran away.

He was relieved that she seemed to be following Daniel. But Daniel also basically put his work first. Daniel had a strange side of him that he hated being interrupted by his study time.

In fact, he didn't expect anything from his first son, Ed. Because Ed was the one who resembled him the most. He believed in the gentle nature of the Viscountess, who had polite manners, when he sought a manners teacher. In addition, he thought that the Viscountess would care more because she was an almost falling family and had a young daughter. But it must have been a mistake of the Marquis.

The Viscountess praised her for being an exemplary student. Be that as it might, the girl seemed to be really improving. The frightened look on her face still thought she had not been accustomed to this place. Besides, the Marquis was well aware of the tragedy that happened to the girl. And he thought it would be natural. It was only natural that she could not adapt to this family. It was also true that he believed in Daniel, who resembled his mother's temperament. But the Marquis didn't expect this to happen.

"How is her condition?"

"The bruise is not going to go away quickly. It's actually a bit serious. She doesn't seem to be able to heal herself yet."

Saying so, the doctor put medicine on her leg. He was furious as soon as he thought of the girl who must have struggled to walk with her swollen legs.

It echoed in his mind about the Count Lysell's words that a little girl had to be treated as carefully as a porcelain doll. But what was the bruise on that legs now? He was at a loss for words at the horrific marks on those tiny, skinny legs. The Marquis' quarter turned to the maid who served her. The maid-in-honor confessed that she was paid by the Viscountess to cover it up. He was about to execute the maid, but stopped it at Ed's insistence. For some reason, she was the Saintess' favorite maid. If she knew what that maid had done to her, it might hurt her feelings.

"Yeah, you've been through a lot."

He told Ed. Ed said with a blunt face.

"It's natural for me."

"......"

Instead of answering, the Marquis sighed. He couldn't even imagine how much trouble he would have suffered if it wasn't for Ed. Daniel said with a dark expression on his face.

"I'm sorry, Father. I should have paid more attention."

"It's not your fault."

At that words, Daniel smiled like an angel. The Marquis recalled the bruises on her skinny leg. Did he really treat her like a daughter, he was confused. She was a lowly commoner, a woman from Flower Street at best. However, she is one of the three suns of this country. There's no way that there was an affection for the girl he has just met. However, he has not forgotten the way she cringed when he reached out his hand, the piteous pain she endured and suppressed, even though she had a bloody bruise on her slender legs.

"Can you tell me why you did that, Viscountess Iskinder?"

The Viscountess who visited the Marquis was blue.

"I- I don't know."

"The maid confessed."

He didn't explain further there. But his voice saying it was calm. Then the Viscountess, foolishly emboldened, exclaimed.

"I just disciplined the girl. I was going to say something nice to the Marquis. That poor girl's learning speed was so slow that she couldn't hold on without being beaten!"

"......"

The Marquis looked at her with deep blue eyes as if to continue.

"Besides, she wears such a dress when she's not well-behaved. She understands that the Marquis sent her clothes for a good cause, but she still doesn't understand the subject, and she wears such dresses......"

"Did you say subject?"

The Marquis cut off her words. The Viscount realized why he was the sword of this kingdom and the head of this great family, hierarchically equal to the Duke of Tigernan. He was never silent because he was of the same mind as her. He was just patience, patience.

"The Ma- Marquis!"

The Marquis said to the trembling Viscountess.

"Madam Viscountess, you will know that you are blaspheming her with your mouth, and if the Pope or the Duke finds out about this, you may disappear into thin air. But I will ask."

The Viscountess realized that her own mouth was frivolous. The Saintess is the embodiment of God. But how can a woman without such dignity be a saintess? Her own daughter was always ignored because she didn't even have money to buy dresses, but she couldn't stand such a girl being treated just because of the color of her hair and the stigma on her forehead. Many aristocrats were probably similar. It has been over 100 years since the Saintess disappeared. No one really remembered the status of the Saintess during those 100 years. However, at the words of the Marquis, she realized that the person she had taught was the Saintess, and that Saintess, who could move the Pope.

"Th- thank you."

She replied in a trembling voice. The Marquis stood up and looked out of the window.

"But that is a different matter, now you are a man of the Marquis of Ermengart."

"......"

"You did that to 'my daughter,' and I will not forget this."

The Marquis wasn't looking at her. The Viscountess could not read the Marquis' expression. She was too scared to imagine what his face would look like when he looked out the window with his hands behind his back. He just wanted to punish himself for ignoring the girl because he was naive. Daughter, yes, officially the Saintess was the lady of the Marquis. But the Marquis didn't expect to admit it so easily. How can you recognize a girl from the Flower Street, a whore village? But the Marquis was adamant. When the Viscountess opened her mouth to defend what she had to say, the Marquis dismissed her. What would she say if the Viscount knew this? What if he knew she dared to hook up with the Marquis Ermengart? How would it be? Her mind went blank. After the Viscountess left, the Marquis sighed. He sat back and wrote a letter to the Count Lysell. He knew how devastating this was, but he really hated to believe in about this matter to the Count, but there was nothing else he could do. Perhaps the Count was very nagging and wanted to teach him at this time. The Marquis thought he needed to listen to the Count's teaching seriously this time. And the Marquis was thinking again. What should I buy this time? The Marquis, who had been wandering around in agony, saw a white-haired girl walking over here. Seeing that the girl next to her was Anne, the butler's daughter, he was delighted to say that Ed was well thought. Anne was the most reliable maid who had grown up here since childhood. She was worried that she was alone in the room, and she seemed to be looking around the house while she was dragged by Anne's hand. Maybe it was better to ask her directly what she likes? Why didn't I think of that? Thinking so, he immediately approached her and greeted her.

"I see the Saintess."

While he was contemplating on how to tell the story, this little saintess looked at him and frowned. (in fact, Violet was frightened, but for the first time the Marquis saw it.) And then, she kept her mouth shut as if she hated it the most in the world. With a look on her face (this was also the view of the Marquis), she ran away as if she didn't want to see him again (actually, she didn't even think that way).

"My young lady!"

He stood blankly as Anne chased after her. Then he sighed and shook his head. It must have been that he was strongly hated. Aiden told him that she had cried profusely and asked if she could bring the maid back. He decided it sternly, but he was probably hated for it. Seeing her running, he was relieved that the swelling in her legs had subsided, but somehow the Marquis felt despondent. He couldn't even make her understand that Finn was silent about what had happened to her after receiving a small sum of money from the Viscountess, then he sighed because he didn't think she would believe it.

It just reminded him of the Count Lysell's bright young daughter. Perhaps he needed his help a lot.