The Regressor Sells Giyeon 125

Chapter 125 – Awareness

#125.

The night when the bright moon rose. Priscilla was sitting in a chair by the window, looking out over the garden.

“Milius…”

1 year ago. I remember the child playing in the garden. And he himself, who had stopped everything by saying that he had to take classes as an heir to such a child. Even the facial expression of the child who was crying like that.

At the time, I only knew that it was right. For the future of the child, for the glory of the family, it must be raised well. She thought that only then would she fulfill her role as a parent.

However, she only found out after losing her child. She knew that it was nothing more than compensation for being sold here through her arranged marriage.

She shifted the blame for her resentment toward Viscount Uzren and her resentment toward the Count who disapproved of her.

As her parents, it can only be seen as a disqualification.

So…

‘I won’t make mistakes anymore.’

If I had a child again, I would never make the same mistake again. She doesn’t want to blindly wrap the child up, but she won’t blindly force her to do anything unreasonable.

With that promise, Priscilla waited for the Count to come.

One hour, two hours. Time passed helplessly.

The moon is tilting in the opposite direction. Three hours had passed, but the Count still hadn’t come to the bedroom. Maybe he went to Calidora.

“Whoop whoop…”

Priscilla let out a small laugh.

She finished treatment 3 days ago and called the doctor the next day to check her condition. As a result, she confirmed that her severe infertility had been cured, and the Count was also informed of the fact.

Everyone in the county was excited, saying that there would finally be a new heir in the Barrymore family, and Priscilla also shed tears of joy.

Even then, the Count’s reaction withered a bit, but she still assumed that she was delighted on the inside.

However… It seems that it was an illusion alone.

“Ahahaha…”

Dry laughter continues to leak out. The soft moonlight, which felt pleasant just a moment ago, is just chilling.

She seemed to make the fact that she was alone all the more. But she said that it didn’t hurt her that much.

“I see.”

Only then did she find out. In the first place, she admits that she did not have high expectations of the Countess. She guessed that he was heading to Calidora today as well.

That’s why she didn’t feel that big of betrayal or disappointment.

It was just sad.

And to the Count Priscilla, a little anger arose at the fact that neither she nor her son, Milius, had any meaning.

Was it so difficult what she wished of her count? Was it something she could hardly accept?

No. Neither.

But the count did not even do that. Whether she is lonely or sad She aroused no emotion in him.

Because the existence of Priscilla Barrymore is already worthless to him.

For the Count, the value of Priscilla’s existence was just that the mass production of her successor was over. And the moment the heir lost his life, the moment she was judged infertile, everything was already decided.

In fact, it is the same as waste disposal.

Priscilla laughed under her breath, then wiped all emotion from her face and looked up at the sky, expressionless.

‘Then I’ll give up on you too.’

It didn’t shock her that much, she felt, but that was just her self-consolation. The night had passed and dawn was coming.

Gaon’s face came to her mind as she gazed at the dark night sky that was gradually disappearing by the light.

“Why did I suddenly come to mind?”

Quite a trustworthy person, but a client and an employee. It was a relationship, nothing more, nothing less. She had a somewhat out of the blue side to recall at this moment.

‘Is it because of that?’

It’s been over a week. The words she heard from Gaon that night that she didn’t want to hurt her because she was precious were still vivid in her mind.

How happy she would have been if her count had treated her that way. Maybe Milius wasn’t dead. A little more, a different future might have been waiting.

Priscilla was delusional by herself, and she laughed.

‘It’s really weak.’

It is foolish to obsess over the past. But she couldn’t possibly appease this emptiness without even thinking in this way.

Priscilla waited for her sun to fully rise as she blankly looked up at the sky, let her thoughts pass by, and then left her bedroom, massaging her sore eyes.

She pushed away all of her maids who were hurrying up and called for Sergio to come.

After sitting on the sofa and waiting for a while, Sergio came into the room.

“Priscilla-sama…”

It’s a sad expression He did it too, knowing that the Count had not stopped by the night before. Because I knew what this meant.

But she, Priscilla, had no intention of being comforted by Sergio. Today’s work has set her in a clear direction.

Now, before anything else, subjugating the doppelganger comes first. The question of pregnancy and succession came next.

She opened her mouth

“Sergio. Send Albert to make an appointment with Gaon-gyeong.”
“… Yes?”

Sergio’s face twisted grotesquely. Despite her puzzled look on her face, as if asking why she was calling him at this moment, Priscilla only repeated what she had said again indifferently.

“Call Gaon-gyeong. Originally, we were supposed to meet in a week, but we’re moving the timeframe forward. I want to meet you soon.”
“… Is it that urgent?”

Priscilla’s brow furrowed. It was just as disrespectful that a mere escort knight vomited on her words.

As Priscilla looked directly at Sergio, she said clearly.

“It’s urgent. I want to meet Gaon-gyeong as soon as possible, so make an appointment first. It is an order.”
“… All right.”

As soon as Priscilla heard Sergio’s answer, she closed her eyes and lost herself in her thoughts.

So she couldn’t see it.

Sergio’s eyes filled with anger and resentment.

***

The time when the sunset turns the sky red. Gaon and the others left the pre-new guild and headed to the hotel.

“What is it?”
“Well. When I saw Albert, there was no sign of urgency.”

Around morning, Albert suddenly came to visit. He was talking about advancing a meal plan he had scheduled for four days.

I readily accepted it because it had nothing to do with it, but I couldn’t hide my doubts. As far as he knows, the day before was the day of the merger, but did he see something strange then?

I wondered what kind of business they were calling for, but Ha-yeon clung to her side.

“Master, is it possible that you are trying to tell me that you are pregnant?”
“… The merger day was the day before, what does that mean?”
“You could have gotten pregnant in one day, though.”
“…”

What should I explain? It seems that Ha-yeon does not know the exact process of pregnancy. Gaon, who was contemplating while holding his head, spoke.

“Ejaculating doesn’t mean that the sperm and egg unite right away. It takes at least a week. It will take about two weeks from there to confirm.”
“Is it so? I did not know. I haven’t experienced it myself… Hi-Hi.”

Hayeon’s coy eyes spilled over her face. She felt that it was as if she had to impregnate herself and teach her. I don’t know when she became so perverted.

Gaon let go of Hayeon, clearing his throat at the sight of his lower body flinching and reacting.

“Rather than that, let’s go. Because I can’t be late.”
“Hee hee! All right.”

After chatting, they quickly headed to the hotel. As always, when I called, Albert came out to meet me. Unlike usual, they were guided to the hotel restaurant and were able to face Priscilla in the VIP room.

“Welcome. Sorry for the sudden change of appointment.”
“No. We are fine Thanks for the dinner invitation.”
“I’m glad you weren’t offended. Let me sit down first. The meal will be served in a little while.”
“Excuse me.”

The table was specially prepared in the form of a large square. After each of them settled down, Priscilla, who was opposite Gaon, opened her mouth.

“The meal was prepared as a course meal. Are there any foods you can’t eat?”
“No, no. Don’t worry, there’s no food to cover everyone in the party.”
“Is it so.”

…

An uncomfortable silence fell.

Priscilla didn’t talk to her first, but Gaon and the others felt awkward about opening their mouths on their own.

Besides, just looking at something, didn’t the atmosphere look serious? Words spoken without thinking can even become a problem.

In the end, they had no choice but to maintain an awkward atmosphere until the chef personally led the tray and brought the dishes.

After explaining all the dishes and the chef leaving, Priscilla finally opened her mouth.

“Please eat. I hope it suits your taste.”
“Yes, then I will be grateful.”

After seeing Priscilla lift the spoon first and make the soup, they started eating too.

The soup was savory and light yet had a clean taste, and the bread was soft and moist, so it went down well without feeling choked up.

It was a high-end dish that I hadn’t eaten in a long time.

After eating the soup like that, the chef brought out the steak. I was about to pick up the knife and cut the meat, but Priscilla apologized.

“Sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”
“Yes?”
“Because I called first and didn’t say anything. It’s my fault for not understanding the other person’s point of view. I will apologize.”

I don’t know what happened, but it seems like she finally has time to look at herself objectively. At her apology, Gaon smiled bitterly.

“You don’t have to worry about it that much. I like it because I eat delicious food. As befits the best hotel in the Barrymore estate, the chef’s skill is excellent. How are you two?”

Gaon asked Chorin and Hayeon about their doctors as if they were not saying anything for free. As a result, the two of them responded lively to Molly’s gaze.

“I liked it too!”
“I am satisfied with the skill of the chef. I want to learn to cook once. Thanks for the great dinner. Miss Priscilla.”

Ha-yeon gave her answer, which was extremely simple, yet clearly felt her emotions, and Cho-rin gave her answer with her unique kind smile and her playfulness.

When Gaon heard that, he shrugged his shoulders proudly.

“Did you hear? Everyone has no complaints, so you don’t have to be too sorry.”
“… Thank you for your consideration. Then we eat again. The atmosphere just got heavier for no reason.”

Priscilla’s expression brightened slightly. Although it was a little bit, Gaon and the others seemed relieved and continued their meal.

She wasn’t in a good mood enough to make her laugh, but she was a good place to enjoy a meal.