I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 34
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Ever since that woman arrived, he had felt a change in his master’s demeanor. His eyes were brighter.
“King Adrian wants to see me, so I should go now.”
“What?”
Kartho rolled his eyes at the unheard-of tale. There had been no letter received or word passed on from the king.
“Justification.”
There was no need to sow a negative impression of Duke Heinrich among others. Even if he was close to Adrian, Kerren Marquisate was also a loyalist. The prospect of trouble was simply irksome.
Even with just Dahlia, he had been annoyed.
Knock, knock, knock.
A knocking sound came from beyond the door. There was only one person who would come to his office now.
When Kartho opened the door, Dahlia, who had been covering her face with a veil, stood revealed. Before Mikhail could say anything, she quickly approached and hugged his waist tightly.
“Brother, don’t be angry. Are you still very angry?”
“Dahlia.”
“I’ve been reflecting a lot these past few days. You know you’re the only one I have.”
She trembled her shoulders.
Mikhail gestured to Kartho, who bowed and left the office first.
“Enough with the acting.”
After Kartho left, he pushed Dahlia away.
“You’ve already caused enough trouble, Dahlia.”
“You’re so heartless. You’re the only family I have.”
Dahlia pouted and blinked her eyes. It seemed like she wanted something, given her bothersome pleading.
He narrowed his eyes and sighed as he watched Dahlia pull the corners of her mouth upwards and sat back down on the chair.
“Heartless, you say? I think I’ve given you more than enough by protecting you all this time.”
“So you should give me a chance to repay that favor. After all, you and I are in the same boat, Brother.”
“Calling me the captain, you’re just a passenger aboard.”
he said with a faint chuckle. Dahlia’s pretty face crumpled at the unmistakable smile that belittled her.
“I don’t want to hide anymore. King Konrad is dead. The current king has no grudge against us, so I think it’s okay to reveal ourselves.”
Dahlia seemed to consider the present the appropriate time to assert her existence.
“If you think Lady Luther will spare you, it’s better to think differently.”
“Why?”
“If you thought that the throne seized through treason and the legitimacy-lacking King Adrian would let you live, then it’s a pity. You were in Valoh, but it seems your vision and thoughts have narrowed.”
“Weren’t you trying to keep me there to protect me?”
“Right. But you couldn’t bear it and came anyway.”
“My parents and my grandfather’s enemy are dead. How long do I have to live in hiding? I have to find my rights.”
“Then find harder.”
“I’ve endured my best until now.”
“Then endure more. You endured for so long, can’t you endure for one more year?”
“Then why hesitate, Brother? The daughter of your enemy is right in front of you. You spared Duke Loren, whom you were so itching to kill!”
“I only extended the deadline. The Bartsch Kingdom is still in a turbulent state. If you carry the name of Bayern, act accordingly, Dahlia.”
Mikhail was beginning to be irritated by Dahlia’s tantrum.
“Adrian being the king hasn’t changed anything. It’s still a fact that the one who inherited King Konrad’s blood is leading the royal family.”
“That…”
“If you are only relying on legitimacy without anything to back it up, give up. The loyalty of the nobles is stronger than you think.”
And paradoxically, it was also shallower than he thought. Their loyalty was determined by the benefits they received.
“You are also from Bayern, Brother.”
“But I didn’t take the name. You should know how significant that difference is.”
“…Still, the royal bloodline is undoubtedly there. I have the same hair and eyes as you.”
“You represent the legitimacy of the Stein dynasty, while I can’t be the same as you.”
“We can’t just let the Jalliar dynasty rule as it is, can we?”
“In the end, you will ascend to the throne, so don’t rush and wait patiently.”
“…Can you take responsibility for those words? I won’t be anxious if you swear by blood.”
“That might be difficult.”
Mikhail spoke, looking at Dahlia, who resembled him so closely.
“Brother, are you going to kill me? If I die, you might be the last of the Bayerns, so it doesn’t seem like an empty threat.”
“If I had wanted to kill you, I would have had many chances. Now there’s no reason to kill you.”
“…Then why don’t you swear by blood?”
“If I die, you will die too. That would be the end of the Bayern lineage. Is that what you want?”
“Who can kill you, Brother?”
Dahlia said firmly that it wouldn’t happen. Normally, he would have agreed, but for some reason, the words didn’t sound convincing.
‘If it’s that woman, it might be possible.’
In truth, he was somewhat hopeful. How she might drive a sword into his back. Seeing her emerald eyes burn with anger, he felt that she might be able to do it someday.
