Obsessed with Regressors

“You witch! I won’t forgive you! Tears of blood will come out of your eyes!”

 

People were dragged out of the large and desolate throne room. They were members of a family that had been stripped of their titles for stealing national treasures. Elliot groaned inwardly. They were so shameless that they dared to sell a national treasure to another country. But at the same time, they felt like they were being unfairly treated. They got it back, even though it was taken away. They came running with the national treasure they had barely recovered, but their title was taken away.

 

“Why are you doing this?”

 

Elliot asked as the people were led out and the throne room became quiet. It would have been enough to punish only Count Masterson and his friends who cooperated in attempting to steal national treasures and sell them abroad. Some of the nobles will be punished, and the Count Masterson will have to give up all his assets as a fine. Moreover, since he stole a national treasure, his reputation will also suffer. There will be fewer people willing to associate with the Masterson family, so the family may fall within a few decades. The result is not much different from now, but the people of the Masterson family will not hate the noble Lady Biscon.

 

“They stole a national treasure, but only the person involved is punished? The black wolves on the battlefield sound weak.”

 

Eugenie, who was barely visible behind the huge throne in front of him, opened her mouth. She had a thin, pale face with no blood whatsoever, but her eyes were shining brightly. Elliot looked at Eugenie with disapproving eyes.

 

“They realized their mistake and took it back.”

 

The corner of Eugenie’s mouth twisted at his words. You got her back, that’s it? Count Masterson dared to touch a national treasure. He dared to fill his stomach with national treasures and dared to sell them to neighboring countries. She slowly got up from her seat and looked at Elliot. And she said coldly:

 

“Is it okay that I got it back? Is this national treasure the same as before?”

 

“There’s not a single flaw.”

 

“Drivel.”

 

Eugenie snorted her nose and laughed at Elliot. She said exactly what he said. What she sees isn’t everything. This national treasure was stolen once. The meaning it has is amazing. She realized that anyone can touch a national treasure.

 

“If I forgive them, someone will try again. And there is no guarantee that you will be able to get it back the second time. Count Burns. Can you guarantee it?”

 

No, he could not. Elliot sighed at Eugenie’s words. He knew what she’s talking about. To put it simply, one must lead by example. He knew it and she knew. The importance of example. But still he couldn’t understand.

 

“I mean, stripping him of his title is too harsh.”

 

Eugenie snorted again at Elliot’s words. She said as she turned and crossed her throne room.

 

“I didn’t know that Count Burns would take the side of the nobles.”

 

“Majesty.”

 

In a split second, Elliot caught up with her. He did not dare to hold on to Eugenie or stop her and continued speaking.

 

“There is no need to be hated. If only the count and his friends are punished and the count’s family survives, they might be grateful to you, right?”

 

Eugenie’s slow walking steps stopped. She looked back at Elliot with her dry eyes. Elliot’s heart broke at the look on her face, tired and fed up with everything.

 

“I heard that Count Burns of Eads is not an optimist.”

 

That’s not what he meant. Eugenie still had an expressionless expression even when Elliot asked her if she knew better.

 

“Because of what just happened, those people’s hatred must have been directed at you. He might be planning to poison you right now.”

 

“Are you afraid of me being poisoned?”

 

That’s not it. Elliot tried to say no, but was relieved by the youthful, slightly amused look on her face. Just as he was shaken by her unusual appearance, she also seemed to be intrigued by his unusual questions.

 

“Because it’s a dog’s death.”

 

“Is it?”

 

Again, Eugenie’s question continued. Elliot realized she was answering his question with her own question and she chuckled. And she stood upright and she said.

 

“I guess I was the one who asked the question first.”

 

For a brief moment, it seemed as if emotion welled up in noble Lady Viscon’s eyes. She looked at him blankly and sighed softly. And she said, as if she had no choice.

 

“What makes people endure in these current circumstances?”

 

“Same situation now?”

 

“You understand because you have been through many battles and a long, long war. Making people grit their teeth and hold on to survive in the abyss of despair with no end in sight. What is that?”

 

Of course Elliot knew. He has seen how his men, his soldiers, and he have endured the long, brutal night.

 

“It’s hope. The noble Lady Biscon.”

 

Eugenie denied it straight away.

 

“No.”

 

“Then what is it?”

 

“It’s a powerful feeling. Hope, love, hate. To have a desire for revenge that they will kill that bitch someday.”

 

Only then did Elliot realize what Eugenie was doing. She was becoming a credit to everyone in this country. She steadfastly accepted everyone’s resentment and became the driving force behind their survival.

 

“That…”

 

Elliot was speechless at the absurd story. He exhaled for a moment and opened his mouth again.

 

“Is there really a need for that? It is okay to receive love as Her Highness said. “She would have been better off being a saint who gave hope to everyone.”

 

Then Eugenie looked at Elliot as if he were a very, very pathetic person. Elliot was taken aback for a moment because even her cruel and brief feelings felt sweet.

 

“Count Burns, people are more accustomed and comfortable with hating than with loving. that is…”

 

* * *

 

“Count, it’s morning.”

 

The next moment, Elliot opened his eyes. It was a dream. Seeing the butler’s face in front of him, he reflexively looked for the sword he had put under the pillow.

 

“Are you feeling unwell?”

 

This is the first time that Count Burns sleeps until his butler wakes him up. The butler asked worriedly, wondering if he was not feeling well. He didn’t even know that his life was almost in danger. As his hand touched the handle of the sword she had placed under her pillow, Elliot remembered where he was. He said, putting down his sword and standing up.

 

“No.”

 

I was just dreaming. Not a very good dream.

 

“I have prepared the clothes.”

 

The butler said that and held up the clothes on his hanger. Today is the day when Earl Burns enters the palace. This is because he only invited unmarried male nobles from the royal family to dine. It was just a social invitation, but everyone knew, including Elliot. It’s an invitation to put pressure on you to get married quickly. The old Elliot would have ignored it. He has no intention of hanging out with the palace jerks. But this time, Elliot knew that it was important for him to show his face to the palace idiots.

 

“I’m thinking of going to the new coffee house.”

 

After the meal was over, a man who had recently invested in a coffee house spoke up. He offered me a place to have tea at the palace, but now I want to get as far away from the palace as possible. Of course, he also wanted to show off the coffee house he had invested in to others.

 

“Where did you invest?”

 

The man’s shoulders shrugged when someone recognized him. He looked back at Earl Burns, who had recently become a public enemy to unmarried noblemen. He wanted to boast that he had the judgment, sense, and financial resources to invest in a coffee house. But Count Burns was not there.

 

“Count Burns?”

 

As he searched for Elliot, the others also realized that Elliot was gone. Where has this person gone? Everyone started looking around to find Count Burns. Although they are public enemies, they are also their own goals. Because he is a wealthy, young, and handsome nobleman, he is an excellent son-in-law to anyone. Men who had unmarried sisters wandered around and looked for Count Burns. But he was nowhere to be seen.

 

“Count Burns.”

 

The one who followed Elliot was Baron Biscon. Oliver spoke only after he was a good distance away from the other nobles. He wanted to talk without being interrupted by others. Because even during her meal break, Elliot was one of the attendees who received the most questions.

 

“Are you busy? Let’s go get some coffee.”

 

Like the other men, Oliver offered Elliot a coffee. This is because it has been the most popular drink among men recently. Elliot deftly declined.

 

“It’s okay. I don’t really like coffee.”

 

“You don’t like it?”

 

Oliver’s face distorted at Elliot’s unexpected answer. The fact that it was the most popular drink also meant that it was a drink that is difficult to say no to. Enjoying coffee has become a trend, and saying out loud that you don’t like it is no different from saying it’s old-fashioned. But he had no qualms about Elliot. Oliver looked at Elliot’s calm expression and confirmed that he was not shy. That made things better for Oliver. Oh, wasn’t that kind of cool?

 

“Well, then, why don’t we have a beer? I don’t like coffee either.”

 

It was bitter and stuffy, so it wasn’t very good. Nevertheless, the reason people went to coffee houses was because it was a trend. Elliot was about to say that he didn’t even like alcohol that much. It’s not that she doesn’t like it. Because he enjoyed it to some extent. But it seems like there will be no end to this.

 

“If you have something to tell me, just say it.”

 

Look at this guy. Oliver’s eyes sharpened at Elliot’s cheeky words, but he soon sighed. He’s better this way too. Talking about what the weather is like and how the people around him are in front of alcohol and coffee doesn’t suit his temperament. Of course he likes to boast about his wealth and abilities, but the Count of Viscon has nothing to brag about. Even his appearance, which he was most proud of in society, was useless in front of Elliot. The only point Oliver has to make to Eliot is that the Count of Viscon is a long-established family.

 

“I mean Eugenie.”

 

Oh, there’s one more thing. Oliver recalled seeing Elliot’s expression change as soon as he said his sister’s name. Her sister was the only woman Count Burns was interested in.

 

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