The Male Lead Is In Charge Of The Successor - Chapter 7

(3rd Person POV)

“No, I’m fine. Since you offered me to ride with you, I don’t have to worry about carrying this heavy book at all. Thank you.”

“Really? That’s a relief then! I thought I was doing something wrong again.”

With sparkling eyes, Rancia sighed with relief. Eisel, who noticed her reaction, lowered down the book unto the side.

“By the way, is it okay with you Rancia?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“About what you heard earlier?”

“Earlier? Ah…..”

Rancia, tilted her head, then she realized what Eisel was talking about and let out a short sigh. Eisel thought that Rancia would have no choice but to keep her distance, but Rancia’s attitude toward Eisel was still the same. And to put it simply it’s not good being her friend because of her status.

“It’s okay. I don’t care about that.”

“However, I came from a fallen noble family…”

“Still, you are a noble. Besides…….”

Rancia hesitated, then twisted her body shyly.

“Eisel looks more noble than me. I can’t even use a proper dialect….”

Hehe-

While Rancia was smiling with an innocent face, the carriage that had arrived at the destination stopped. Eisel got up from her seat and got off the carriage, she looked back and waved to Rancia, who lowered the carriage window slowly.

“Thank you for taking me home today, Rancia.  Also, don’t worry too much about the dialect. It’s not strange.”

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“But, it’s just….”

“Just be confident. How about you try using a dialect?”

Rancia, who was always shaky because she was ashamed of using their native dialect, blinked as if she was moved by the fact that she had a friend who supported her.

“If you are really worried, you can slowly change it in the future!”

When Eisel smiled brightly, Rancia nodded her head with excitement.

“Oh beat me (that’s right)!”

“….” 

“Oh!”

Rancia hastily covered her mouth with her palm. It seemed like it would take some time to grow up as a noble girl who doesn’t speak a dialect.

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(3rd Person POV)

A large dining table that can accommodate up to 20 people. As if it was a party, there was a lot of colorful food that can only be seen at banquets. It was the Basquiela family who was sitting at the table and enjoying the feast.

There were about 7 people sitting at the large table while eating, except for the rattling cutlery, the dining room was very quiet.

There was no sound coming from opening mouth or food being eaten. As if there was a big problem if they made noise, everyone continued to eat quietly in a restrained atmosphere.

“Come to think of it.”

It was a middle-aged man who looked old for his age seated at the higher-ranking side who broke the seemingly unbreakable silence.

“I heard some interesting news today.”

The head of the Basquiela Ducal clan. Bahidman Padilton.

“What news?”

Gerald quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and asked carefully, as he wiped his lips.

Bahidman, who lowered the tableware and lifted his wine glass, raised the corners of his lips slowly. Bahidman’s gaze moved away from Gerald and reached Raven, who was sitting right next to him. Gerald sharpened his eyes along with his gaze and bit his lip, swallowing the exclamation that was about to burst.

“They said that my grandson ran out of school without attending any of his classes and to add it up, he had a nosebleed.”

“Father. About that……”

“I waited patiently for two years to respect my grandchild’s education policy. But in the end, I gave the instructions myself to never disappoint me. But, I just can’t believe that he ran out of school on the first day of class without passing it..”

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Bahidman took a sip of the blood-red wine and then grinned.

“What happened?”

“It was Raven’s first time seeing blood, because when he was still young….”

“I didn’t ask you, Gerald.”

“But, father.”

“He also had a mouth of his own. It means ‘that’ can speak as well, right?”

Bahidman, who was not afraid to call his grandson “that,” lowered his glass and leaned his upper body forward. Although they were far apart, Raven flinched and retreated as if Bahidman was right in front of him.

“What’s the reason why you didn’t follow the only instruction that I gave you? Was it because of your nosebleed? Or do you have another reason?”

“It’s because …. That, that……”

“I also heard that a girl beat you up, that’s the reason why you have a nosebleed. Is that all true?”

“Father…..”

“Gerald Winster.”

It was Gerald who opened his mouth instead of Raven, but Bahidman cut his words with a very irritated look on his face. Looking at his son with cold eyes without any warmth on it, pulled his upper body forward and leaned against the chair.

Bahidman glanced at Gerald and Raven, then clicked his tongue. It was the behavior that only Bahidman showed whenever he didn’t like the situation. Gerald glared at Raven, who was bowing his head, and raised his gaze slowly.

His older brother, Enoch, who was sitting on the other side, continued to eat as if he didn’t care at all, raised his eyes at Gerald’s gaze and met him. Those blant eyes immediately bent as he faced Gerald. The corners of his lips that held a fork with a piece of meat in his mouth were pushed up slightly.

Gerald was furious at the fact that Enoch was smiling at him, but there was nothing he could do right now. Since he couldn’t retort facts.

“It was fascinating. I can’t believe that someone had dared to touch one of Basquiela’s direct lineage. Even so, I couldn’t believe that he didn’t participate in the class just because of that simple matter.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“Bring that child over.”

“What?”

Gerald shook his head. Only Bahidman who got up after finishing his words was leaving the dining table. Eventually, when the door closed, Enoch, who was sitting on the other side this time, got up from his seat as well.

“Good luck.”

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Without saying much, Enoch turned around with a light greeting and left the dining room. A quiet table with only three people left. Gerald looked down at Raven who was standing still.

“Such a pathetic thing.”

Gerald, who threw some harsh words at Raven, inadvertently left the room as well, leaving his son. All that was left in the dark was Raven and the mother who felt sorry for her son.

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(3rd Person POV)

The unmanaged garden was desolate. The vines grew long and wrapped the wall, and the animal poop was scattered all over the place without being removed. Perhaps because of that, the weeds grew and reached Eisel’s knee

It was far from the usual beautiful and well-organized landscape, but Eisel liked the garden. She especially liked the fountain when the water was cut off. It wasn’t dirty, and most of all, she could look at the garden while sitting.

“It’s really weird.”

Eisel sat on the fountain, waving her legs and tilting her head.

“No matter how much I think about the novel in which Archmage Velen appeared, it is definitely far from romance.”

Eisel, who had a rough idea of ​​what kind of novel that she had read, tried to recall each detail. When she forced herself to regain her past memories that were stuck somewhere in her mind. She felt as if something was slightly different from what she knew.

Eisel liked to read romantic types of novels. However, the novel featuring Archmage Velen was far from being romantic.

“Is that what it really is?”

What she pictured in her mind was a world full of despair, the apocalypse and bloody war. In a way, Eisel had to think about whether there was something she had misunderstood or missed in the content that could only be seen in a fantasy movie.

“I read it a long time ago, so my memory may have been distorted.”

Human memory is not that perfect, right?

Eisel thought that she might have it wrong. However, whenever she tried to collect her memories she had to always agree that she was not wrong about her assumption, because the names match what she remembered in that novel.

“Does that mean that the world would be destroyed ……. And..”

I can’t remember the full details, but at least I knew the big picture of the original plot.

The end of the world.

Evil beings erupted from far away to destroy the world, and the people who tried to protect the world from them became the protagonists and defeated evil…. It was a typical fantasy novel.

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When she had read the content, she was like, “Oh, it could happen. Because it’s a novel!” Eisel might have laughed, but now it’s different, this was now reality.

Evil and monsters would rush in and the world is on the brink of destruction. In other words, she could die again in this world. When she realized that, she couldn’t help but be angry beyond absurdity.

She was born again as a daughter of a noble family and thought that she would enjoy a golden spoon life, but suddenly it collapsed and became a dirt spoon. But now, the world will be destroyed again and everyone will die early? This was not supposed to happen.

Eisel folded her arms, she looked down at the desolate weedy field and narrowed her brow.

“Are we really going to perish? Or am I confusing it with something else?”

It was a peaceful world, even though it was poor and it was difficult to make a living. War was someone else’s story from afar, and it was hard to imagine monsters running rampant in the capital.

I just couldn’t believe that this world would come to an end.

Eisel smiled and shook her head, but that didn’t mean that she knows the answer.

Eisel, who jumped straight down from the fountain, went into the room, changed clothes, and went out into the street. As it was the capital, there were tall buildings and numerous people everywhere.

Eisel swung between them and entered an alley lined with book stalls. Eisel approached the stall with magazines and liberal arts books and stood in front of an old man with a long beard. At the same time, the old man who was folding the newspaper and tidying up found Eisel and narrowed his brow.

“What do you need from me?”

It was a blunt and hoarse voice. The old man, who looked down at Eisel as if he had seen an annoying bug, leaned his upper body forward.

“You’re not here to borrow another book, right? Just how many times do I have to tell you this is a place that sells books, not a place to rent them out?!”

Despite the sharp and ferocious voice, Eisel smiled and looked at him without saying a word.

TO BE CONTINUED….