For My Birthday, I Was Gifted Five Husbands - Chapter 83
Tristan entered the nearest private room, unconcerned with the servants inside cowering and retreating in fear, and he placed his hand on his trousers.
“Ha, Eugenie Norton.”
This time, unlike when he was younger, he was confident in his aim. Unlike the shot he missed when he tried with May Chester, this time he wouldn’t miss.
He imagined the full, tightly encased chest beneath the dress, and as his thoughts turned to placing a bullet into the hidden heart beneath it, his excitement grew.
‘But to take those bastards as husbands.’
If he makes an enemy of one powerful family, it’s troublesome, but she had five of them as shields. The bigger the obstacle, the more it excited him, but he couldn’t think of a way to bypass the watchful eyes of those men and reach Eugenie Norton.
“Ha, ha, ugh!”
After several more attempts, the room was filled with the pungent scent of night-blooming flowers.
And without any shame, Tristan lay sprawled, and through his blurred vision, a man with silver hair glowing in the shadows slowly appeared.
It was a face Tristan had seen several times when he was with his mother. He exhaled sharply, laughing at the peak of his climax.
“Oh, Alokes. What brings you here today?”
“…”
“Ah, it’s my birthday, so I guess I’ve inherited your ownership now?”
Alokes didn’t respond, even though Tristan tried to act like he recognized him. As for Silvea, since she was the descendant of a family with whom he had made a contract and wasn’t stupid, he obeyed the ‘orders’ to a certain extent.
‘Though, it seems like her intelligence has deteriorated after giving birth to that bug.’
Even though Tristan had Schroder blood running through his veins, he was… as useless and grotesque as a cicada crushed beneath someone’s foot at the end of summer.
“As my mother’s subordinate, you should follow my orders, too. Now that I’ve come of age, you’ve been inherited by me.”
Tristan arrogantly spoke, but Alokes remained silent. As Tristan tried to assert his authority, he couldn’t suppress his temper and shouted.
“Alokes, obey my command.”
“…”
For a moment, Alokes considered snapping Tristan’s neck.
He could do it right now if he wanted…
But he simply smiled silently, waiting for the bug to say something.
“What do you want, Tristan?”
“One woman. Eugenie Norton.”
Tristan grinned as he straightened himself up, adjusting his posture.
“Drop her in front of me on the hunting grounds. After that, I’ll handle the rest.”
* * *
The Livingston family, unlike the military-focused Wilberforce and Troys or the artistically inclined Napier family, did not participate as actively in the court’s extravagant activities.
However, since they had been at the forefront of divine power-driven charitable acts since the beginning of the Empire, no one dared to underestimate them as merely ‘modest.’
Even though ‘divine power’ had long since faded from history, people still firmly believed that any event attended by the Livingstons was blessed with divine favor.
Thus, Richard, the head of the Livingston family, attended the event after completing his regional pilgrimage.
…For Eugenie, he was the only living(!) father-in-law.
‘Wow, Mr. Livingston… He’s still so hard to approach.’
Eugenie had anticipated the chance to face him before the hunting began, but still,
The man standing before her had such an imposing presence that he might even surpass the Emperor. He had a cool elegance, like a white birch, from head to toe.
When she was younger, every time she had to greet Richard at the Livingston estate or the temple, she had always felt uneasy.
“I hear you got married. I was on my regional pilgrimage.”
“Yes, Father.”
Fortunately, Carter, the son, was far from difficult with Richard.
“It had to be done in a hurry, so the news was a bit delayed. But there’s no cause for concern.”
“Hm.”
As Richard fell silent again, Eugenie, who had been anxiously standing beside Carter, quickly bowed her head in greeting.
She couldn’t help but feel like a shameless scoundrel who had taken someone else’s precious child.
“Ah, I’ll make sure to take good care of your son in our new home, Mr. Livingston.”
“…”
“Although it’s summer break now, once I graduate from grad school, we’ll have more time to be together, so you needn’t worry.”
“Hm…”
After receiving Eugenie’s sincere greeting, Richard watched her for a long time without speaking. Given their childhood friend relationship, it was clear that Eugenie and the Livingston family weren’t particularly close, largely due to Richard’s intense gaze.
He didn’t threaten her, he was polite….
‘He looked like he’s always probing, making me uncomfortable.’
She wondered which side of him Carter resembled. She suddenly remembered a conversation she’d had with Carter when they were children.
