I Did a Good Job For the Villain's Early Education - Chapter 47.2
Chapter 47.2
“How dare a lowly commoner stare at me with such wide eyes!” The boy, trembling with indignation, raised his hand.
‘Let’s do it.’
Even with his deplorable personality, the academy would embrace him with its broad generosity. Avel made up her mind and reached out. Just before her hands reached his collar, a familiar voice called out.
“Sister!”
“Sana, are you done?”
“Yeah. What are you doing here? And who’s this?” Sananeth, standing close to his sister, frowned at the boy. The boy’s expression was equally sour.
“What’s this? A Delaphion?”
“…Lambrache.”
“Like they say, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. You’re his sister?” His attitude instantly transformed. The boy brushed off his shoulders.
“Sister, let’s go.”
“What’s he talking about?”
“Don’t mind him. He’s just low-class.”
“He acts all high and mighty because his father has a measly title. Does he really think that’s enough to get into noble society these days?”
“Zero points.” Her gaze upon the boy was utterly still.
Sananeth, who had expected his sister to fly into a rage, stared wide-eyed at the two of them.
“What are you… .”
“Zero points for creativity. Clichéd. If you’re going to troll, start over.” She’d already heard that level of drivel at children’s social gatherings. Avel responded in a bored tone.
“Or is your head actually made of basalt, despite looking like it?”
“Y-you… !”
“You live a life of inner and outer consistency. Impressive.” Clap, clap, clap. The rapid clapping echoed hollowly. The viscount’s son was taken aback by the unfamiliar type of compliment. Meanwhile, Sananeth swiftly grabbed Avel’s wrist and hurried her along.
“Sisteeer! Let’s go, let’s go! Don’t get tangled up with that kind of guy.”
“Do you hear that kind of thing often?” The viscount’s son’s swagger suggested this wasn’t his first time. The first time was always the hardest; flowing insults like that came with experience. Having been on both sides of countless arguments, she knew it well. Her gaze, sharp as if she were about to throw a shoe, or perhaps the boy himself, questioned him.
“Do many kids at the academy talk to you like that?”
“…No. He just picks fights with everyone. It’s best to avoid him.” Sananeth spoke with his usual dismissive expression, as if it were nothing. Black eyes carefully studied her brother’s face.
“Really? If anything happens at the academy, tell me immediately.”
“Okay. So, what brings you here?”
“Oh, look at this!” The telegram from her skirt pocket was passed to Sananeth. He read the short lines ten times before looking up.
“Father is?”
“Yes. So, I’m buying fabric for new curtains and preparing for his birthday. Let’s choose together.”
“Okay, sounds good!” A childlike vitality returned to his dry cheeks.
The afternoon market was bustling and lively. As Avel navigated the crowd with her brother, she encountered an unexpected figure.
“Your Highness?” His simple attire allowed him to blend in, but his face was striking nonetheless. Avel, holding her brother’s hand tightly, approached Cheza. His deep green eyes flicked between the two siblings.
“What brings you here?”
“I should be asking you that. What business does a prince have in a market like this?”
“I was picking something up. …And you?”
“Father’s coming home after a long time! I’m buying things to prepare.”
“Lord Delaphion is returning. …And, who is this?”
“Ah, my personal pack mule. This is His Highness, the First Prince.” At her playful introduction, Sananeth gave a curt nod.
“I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Avel ruffled her brother’s hair jokingly.
“I have a lot to buy, so I’ll be putting him to work.”
“Why do you need someone to accompany you to carry things?”
“Huh?”
“You can carry it all yourself.”
“Oh, well, that’s true….” Even if she were asked to move an entire building, she could probably manage it alone. Avel looped her arm through her still-shorter brother’s, whispering teasingly.
“But it’s about doing things together. Right?”
“…Fine.”
The prince, who had been staring intently at the two, hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“I’ll come too.”
“Great!”
“I won’t… Wait, what?”
“Let’s go together. Come on.”
