No Dark Secrets In This Book

Episode 92

Two weeks ago, let’s talk about the butler. The butler wanted to faint when Cassice didn’t show up at the airport. Young Master had been acting strangely rebellious since the beginning of this year. At first, it seemed like he wanted to rebel against the decision to be practically exiled by entering the academy. 

Because Cassice Demillang is a powerful being who doesn’t need to enter the academy.

‘…Among the conquerors without unique names, overwhelmingly so.’

However, if the head of the family ordered it and the council of elders agreed, it was only proper for the young head to follow. That’s why Cassice Demillang entered the academy.

But to arbitrarily announce that he will go on a raid and not even show up at the promised place? Wasn’t putting Cassice Demillang in the academy in the first place to not give him a chance to achieve anything? But he dared to declare that he would participate in a raid and then disappeared?

Until the raid, there was a pretext that the council of elders agreed, so it might be possible to turn a blind eye as if it wasn’t a provocation, but disappearing was different. Wasn’t it blatantly ignoring the head of the family? It was an excessively obvious act of defiance. In a situation where Cassice Demillang is not even recognized as a ‘proper’ Demillang, such defiance could be grounds for execution. Moreover, now, when the personal guard unit consisting only of Named conquerors who have mastered unique names, which only direct descendants can command, has gathered for Cassice Demillang!

No matter how much he was Young Master, there was no way he could resist if Demillang’s hounds seriously tried to harm him. If Young Master was in a state to judge normally, this wouldn’t have happened. 

‘…He couldn’t have already been dealt with, could he?’

The butler was so worried whenever that thought crossed his mind that he couldn’t sit still. He wanted to immediately form a search party and find Young Master. However, the butler couldn’t do that. The butler had no right to do so.

Soon, the butler hid his trembling hands behind his back, took a proper stance, and lowered his head.

“…”

A tremendous aura was bursting from the man who slowly walked out in front of the butler. His name was Dick Baskerville. A man of misfortune who inherited Demillang’s blood as a branch family but was not allowed to use the surname. However, instead of wasting his life as a prodigal son, he chose to submit to Demillang to demonstrate his innate talent. No, it was loyalty. At least that’s what Dick Baskerville believed, and he decided to take as his subordinates those who believed the same.

That was how Dick Baskerville polished the great holy grail that was Demillang. He usually demonstrated outstanding skills as a conqueror under Demillang, and when an order came from the main family, he commanded the guard unit that gathered all at once. 

‘We are the branch family, so we obey the orders of the main family. But we bow our heads to no one below that.’

A group of unparalleled power consisting only of branch family members who all submit, obey, and are loyal to Demillang. Demillang’s pack of hounds, Reverse, who claim with arrogance supported by their abilities that only they can protect Demillang.

Now, Cassice Demillang threw dirt on the noble pride of the branch family.

“…That half-breed.”

Relying only on the council of elders and acting up.

There was no way those muttered words weren’t heard. The butler lowered his head even deeper. He hoped that even if his anger was taken out on him, Young Master’s safety would be guaranteed. Because Cassice was treated as an experimental animal worse than even the branch family within Demillang, and Dick Baskerville was also one of the very few who knew that secret.

However, Dick Baskerville had no intention of showing such mercy to the ‘half-breed’ Demillang. The orders he received from the main family were twofold. The order that should be prioritized was an appropriate threat, but if he acted this arrogantly, he could interpret the orders arbitrarily…

Wouldn’t it be okay to clearly show him the price of daring to tarnish Demillang’s honor? How noble the name he falsely bears is. How lowly and cheap he is. How much he…

Is a livestock not even worthy of standing in that place. 

He intended to engrave on his soul that wearing silk clothes does not make a beast human.

* * *

Meanwhile, at the meeting between Demillang’s household members and Cassice Demillang, in other words, me…

“…”

“…”

For a while, a suffocating silence continued. The reason was simple. I didn’t tell them they could raise their heads.

What does that mean? In other words, it’s like this.

“Young Master! You’ve arrived! Where have you been…!”

“Butler. Where did you pick up the habit of raising your head without permission?”

As soon as the butler came running out of breath, I immediately fed him shit. Honestly, I think demanding to follow etiquette first while I went astray is a level of shamelessness that reaches the pinnacle of art. But the problem was that the men following behind, whom I only knew as the guards sent by the head of the family and the council of elders to help with the raid, appeared to me.

‘Ah, of course it’s those guys. Reverse.’

They are the result of gathering only thugs from the branch family and brainwashing them into fanatics. Idiots who happily wag their tails and run to the east if Demillang orders them, and fetch balls from the west.

‘Cassice Demillang at least had a value worth protecting in his heart, but what the hell are you guys?’

I disliked Reverse in the original story too. Because it was the bastards from Reverse who tried to kill the young people who just entered college. Ryuseong was still growing, but those bastards kept attacking him, so the kid gradually became exhausted and very sexy!

‘Ah, slip of the tongue. Ahem.’

Anyway, they were the ones who tormented Ryuseong in all kinds of oppressive ways in the original. And when I saw Cassice Demillang’s past, there was no way Cassice wouldn’t be the target of bullying. Rather, for them who were oppressed for being from a branch family, Cassice Demillang would be a target for their inferiority complex to explode. I judged that the abuse would continue at least to the level that was inflicted on the original Ryuseong. If it was severe, they would disregard the words of the head elder and hold onto the orders of the head of the family to try to assassinate me.

But if there’s a problem, it’s the fact that I’m a son of a bitch, right?

‘Haha.’

Ryuseong endured it. He endured and later succeeded in revenge. But I wasn’t Ryuseong. Would I be alive if I was bullied to that extent? Fuck no.

From the beginning, there was a grand ambition of avoiding assassination in my pioneering a route to arrive in Russia on a different path from Ryuseong. So I had it all planned out, I’m saying.

And the moment I finally faced Reverse.

“…I apologize! I was being rude…!”

“If you know that, then lower your head. Right now.”

As I ordered the butler, I simultaneously glared at the leader of Reverse. My eyes were softly curved like a willow branch, but anyone with eyes could tell that a sharp aura was rising even without questioning it. When I raised my chin so arrogantly and smiled slightly, an explosive murderous intent burst out from Reverse for a moment. It was a destructive and violent energy enough to startle a few people to run out of the surrounding tents. I, the target on which all that energy was focused, almost stopped breathing for a moment, but as soon as the leader raised his hand, the murderous intent quietly ceased and was contained. 

Only then could I breathe.

‘Whew. Fucking hell. If it wasn’t for Ryuseong, I really would have died.’

A hidden card no one knows! I feel at ease because the regressor is on my side. I smiled contentedly and looked up at Ryuseong’s stiff face, then gently spoke to the butcher-like men while caressing my nails as if grooming them.

“I told you to lower your head.”

“…”

“Right now.”

When dealing with beasts, you have to break their spirit at the first meeting.

And so, at present.

“…”

“…”

I didn’t allow those who lowered their heads to raise them, and like that, a full thirty minutes passed. The surroundings were buzzing, looking like they wanted to ask what was going on, but I didn’t give them a chance to interfere and sat there loftily and leisurely. Ryuseong went a step further and placed a warm cup of cocoa in my hand, and I ended up publicly punishing the household members while gulping down the sweet milk.

‘Kyaha. I knew it would be like this. I knew he would treat me like a Demillang in front of others!’

Of course! Reverse are incompetent and pitiful losers who are intoxicated with their own self-esteem through self-rationalization and mental victory that they serve Demillang. There was no way such people would reveal to outsiders any behavior of Demillang that could be seen as disrespectful – for example, ignoring the young head! That’s why I deliberately took a detour. And I decided to rendezvous with the household members in St. Petersburg.

That way, Reverse, mindful of the gazes of others, wouldn’t be able to openly treat me like shit, haha!