Chapter 204 – 20. Interlude (4)
Since when?
Charles Dior, the prince of central politics in Gaul, was originally an innocent child. He was a boy who loved cute dolls and flowers. He was a child who was delighted whenever he found a bright flower in the garden of the clear lake, Dior’s mansion, which was said to be more beautiful than the palace manor.
‘Catherine!’
‘Brother Charles, what are you doing early in the morning?’
‘This! Pretty flower!’
‘It’s an iris, I really like the warm scent.’
The blond boy, as brilliant as the sun, was bright even then. It was to the extent that I would present canned flowers every few days to a pregnant woman who was living in the annex of the mansion with an innocent look on her face. In spite of her beautiful appearance, her bulging belly was followed very closely by her former prince.
‘By the way, young boy, why are your hands so dirty?’
‘The gardener, Rene, says that flowers wither quickly if you pick them just because they are pretty!’
‘Oh, so you dug it with the root?’
‘Huh! They said it would be fine if we made the clay together like this!’
‘Even that nobleman, no matter how much he is, what is he needlessly teaching the young master of the duke’s family?’
He was a boy with splattered cheeks, calloused hands of clay, and frequent bugs crawling on his expensive shoes. Nevertheless, the woman in Charles Dior’s memory never said anything bad.
‘No! I begged you to tell me!’
‘You want to give me flowers?’
‘Yes, I like Catherine the best in the world!’
Even when my nerves were on edge due to my late pregnancy, he greeted me with a kind and benevolent smile. Was washed away And the flowers presented as a gift were put in a nice pot and were constantly watered and grown. To the extent that the flower bed of the annex mansion becomes splendid like another garden.
‘Your hands are very dirty. Blame Sir Dior again.’
‘Father doesn’t care about me.’
‘That’s not true, everyone cherishes their children.’
‘Mother does too! I told Uncle Morris to throw away all the flowers I brought him!’
Even considering his young age, the boy at that time was very weak and stupid. Charles Dior today would not be as kind to a child suffering from a lack of affection as he was in the past. Just like my parents did for me.
‘That’s right, Master Charles must have been upset.’
‘Very!’
‘Don’t be too heartbroken. People with frozen hearts are originally like that. I only know how to live by exploiting others. The rest of the repeat of the act that doesn’t even sympathize with you, you end up being so pitiful. It may be difficult for you to understand when you are still young…’
‘I hate everything! I wish my father and mother would disappear from the world!’
‘I can’t say that.’
‘It’s enough with Catherine, Uncle Maurice, Uncle Renée, and Arsene hyung!’
Considered the Millennium’s mistress, Cortizan Catherine was an actress from the Royal Theater Company. I remember only the fact that her beauty, which was once famous enough to make her name for her starring role, was so dazzling even in her young eyes. It is because she left in a blurry time to the extent that her appearance becomes blurred, and in spite of that.
‘Young master? The master is looking for you.’
‘Uncle Morris!’
‘You were here too. I think you’d better go.’
‘Training again? I hate it, it hurts and it’s scary!’
‘Even if you don’t like it, you have to do it. Now that Arsene has left home, Charles is the only one who will inherit the Dior duchy.’
Of course, it wasn’t just her appearance that Charles Dior liked her. The boy was too young to be enchanted and lusted after by her beauty. So if you ruminate strictly, you should see that his crush came from the fact that he was an adult who was interested in me.
‘Raise your sword.’
‘Uh-uh-uh.’
‘Listen straight.’
‘Yes, four.’
Was she five years old was six years old It is certain that he is less than ten years old. Charles Dior’s royal education began when he learned the language and acquired an ego. He was asked to be a chariot running on a thoroughly paved road.
He carried a real sword and swung it hundreds of times a day.
It didn’t matter if the child’s tender muscles were damaged and torn. Because she called expensive healers and forced her to heal and repeat. Getting used to the suffering of others was a talent required of a lumberjack who would lead the Dior family.
‘Who is on the 5th line of the thirty-fourth chapter of the New Testament?’
‘Whee, Baron Wishe.’
‘Wrong.’
Baek! If you do something wrong the next day what you learned yesterday, you will be slapped young and soft on the cheek. I grabbed his red, swollen face and had to get up and stand upright like a soldier before I could even feel the pain. If you don’t, there will be more severe punishment.
‘Baron Wichet is the 5th line of the 33rd chapter.’
‘Ra, Baron Ran… ?’
‘It’s the sixth line.’
Abby was a majestic being. He always demanded perfection as a successor. Paradoxically, because of this, the older brother Arsene, who had been left out of sight, was able to roam around the world as a leisurely runaway, and the third, Emilian, could grow up with a friendly personality without being greatly reprimanded.
However, Charles, the current prince of the kingdom.
He had no talent for swordsmanship. Her brain was clever, but she did not live up to her father’s expectations. Nevertheless, he had excellent manual dexterity, and although he showed great skills in flowers, knitting, cross-stitching, and carving wooden statues, he was of no importance to the ducal family.
‘It’s really pathetic.’
‘I’m sorry…’
I couldn’t stand the pain.
‘I can’t believe it even when I rub my eyes.’
‘Hey, that, Father…’
‘That this kind of trash is my child.’
‘… !’
My heart hurts, I couldn’t do that.
It was arbitrarily assumed to be the successor, and then it was out of sight. Alexandre Dior was such a person. But even so, Chasle, who could not forsake her love for her parents, sometimes pleaded, clinging to the crotch of his trousers.
‘I’ll do better! I’ll do my best!’
‘You have no talent.’
‘I could! I will definitely live up to your expectations!’
So she thought she had a narrow chance. Not wanting to show her messy face to anyone, she washed alone, refusing to attend to her maid. And she cried in the distance, wandering alone in the garden at night.
‘Charle? Is it Charles?’
The most magical moment in my life. A woman who came to her after her child’s cry, hugging her full-term belly. Cortijan, a former lead actress in the Royal Theater Company, a woman who is said to have captivated even the notorious Millennium Ball with her beauty and charm.
‘My son, why are you crying so sadly?’
‘Ka, Catherine…’
‘What happened? It’s cold, so let’s go inside and talk.’
That day, the boy cried and complained endlessly. My father, who didn’t appreciate my efforts, and my mother, who didn’t even pay attention, said that it hurt so much and mumbled. And the voice of the woman Catherine, who patted her hair and sang her lullaby, was still there.
‘I’m sorry, Duke. It seems that the symptoms of puerperal fever are getting worse.’
‘What is the child’s gender?’
‘Yes, he looks like a sturdy boy.’
‘Then kill me. As long as he’s alive, the rest doesn’t matter.’
‘First of all, I’ll give priority to the child’s life.’
‘Maurice! Where is Arsene now?’
‘I’m still under pension in the southern villa.’
Soon after, she died while giving birth to a child.
‘What are you talking about? Is Katrin sick?’
‘Do, young boy!’
‘Adults are talking, but who told me to interrupt?’
‘Why are you killing Catherine! It’s your government!’
It was the only thing he rebelled against his father who was always scared like a thunderbolt. Charles pushed off the maid who tried to dissuade him and set out to visit Catherine, who was bedridden, and soon overheard the conversation between the duke and the midwife. He faced his father, who was glaring at me with cold eyes from him, and yelled at me.
‘Bouncer.’
Was kicked in the stomach. His boots trampled her face. While her midwife tried to dissuade her, her butler, her Maurice, shook her head firmly and dropped her.
‘Honor your father. Just feeding and raising a spoiled child like you is something that should be praised, so where are you teasing her?’
‘I did my best! I want to live up to your expectations!’
‘Respond? You are my worst failure.’
‘I grabbed the sword and swung it until the skin of her palm was up! I memorized new records and magic books while sleeping for three hours a day! Even though Uncle Renee said this was weird! Even though he always cared about me, asking if it was difficult at my age to play!’
‘It’s ridiculous, how dare a gardener who was hired with my money blow in vain.’
‘What! What was so lacking! Did you ever let me know? What kind of son do you want? If that was the case, I would have at least tried to catch up!’
The duke said to his second son, who was struggling and screaming.
‘Are you curious about the reason?’
As if looking at a bug rolling across the floor, his eyes were cold with contempt, and his brain was pierced.
‘Because you’re like a girl.’
‘… !’
‘I like pretty things more than nice things. I liked dolls more than toys like swords and armor. I lived not in the pants of a suit, but in the skirt width that lowly bitches like maids wear. She talks like a girl and can’t take her eyes off a guy when he’s naked. In the future, buggery or revealing indigo will become garbage. I’m sure I’ll catch a venereal disease and become a stinging bug.’
‘How, how could you say that…’
‘Shut that mouth. As a precaution, thank you for keeping you alive. And don’t mess with me again If you do, you’re that stupid gardener, you’re a nabal, and I’ll tear you limb from limb.’
His human relationship as a rich man ended that day. After Catherine’s quick and informal funeral, Charles Dior never mingled with his father outside of public affairs.
‘Excellent, Emilian.’
‘Not much to say, father.’
‘If there’s something you want, tell me.’
‘I want a magic book. I want to reach a higher level.’
In the meantime, Emilien Dior grew up as a successor, receiving his expectations. Then one day, the older brother who ran away came back and soon left the house. From there, Charles chose his mother as a guiding link to survive in a cruel family.
‘Brother Charles, that’s my toy!’
‘It’s noisy, it’s mine!’
‘Ahh!’
My mother took advantage of the jealousy she felt as a woman and acted subtly to make her half-brother a thorn in the eye. They didn’t even care about me in particular, but pretended to be sad while arguing, so they issued an indulgence saying it was because of my son.
‘Inseok-ah, who wants to fight with hyung?’
‘Dad…’
‘Okay, Dad bought me a better toy, so let’s have fun playing with it.’
Once, feeling weak, I went to her brother’s room to return a toy I had stolen. There was a time when he felt ashamed of what he was doing to Catherine’s son and tried to reflect on his actions and change his mind.
There he saw Charles Dior. He witnessed a father who was completely different from how he treated me.
‘It’s because of you.’
I knew it in my head. My heart just couldn’t admit it. Alexandre Dior was a monster who acted like a sly and cunning ordinary woman like any other aristocrat. She did not cover her illegitimate child in front of her because her conjugal relationship with her wife was not to be broken, but she loved him more than I did.
‘It’s because of you.’
Alexandre Dior did not spare me. Angelique Dior only regarded me as an asset. Arsene Dior was not interested in family. Margaret Dior loved her half sister more. Emilien Dior took special care of her sister, saying that she treated everyone fairly.
‘It’s because of you, Romuald!’
I hate the bloodline of the birth. I hate him for continuing to rise despite adversity with his innate talent. But what I hate more than anything else is the life that my brother took away when he was born.
“Count, it is said that Madame Melanie has just departed for the center.”
“Why? Did you say that you were impatient because you thought you couldn’t save your father?”
“It seems so.”
Prince Charles, who had been deep in thought in the office of the half-destroyed mansion in the Dominion of Tarn, raised his head. Renée, the old manor gardener, nodded as he looked at his wrinkled face, now his butler.
“Leave it. Right now, getting the South is first.”
Millennium Gong is right. Charles Dior is a piece of trash that enjoys biting into the sodomy community. His only talents are delicate dexterity, feminine weaving, and a brain fit for a political copycat.
“A foolish woman, why are you trying to find a man who will come back to life even if you die anyway?”
His father indeed saw through all things.
“Well, everyone except you did.”
That is why Alexandre Dior must be revived.
“My only understanding…”
Even for that precious person.
