Obsessed with Regressors

“Watch what you say!”

 

A loud sound echoed in the living room. Claire paused at the harsh man’s voice, but the sitting noble Lady Biscon did not flinch. Was it dangerous? Seeing Count Biscon’s excitement, Claire tensed for a moment. And when Claire turned to call someone, the noble Lady Viscon spoke in a cold voice.

 

“Count Biscon. You are the one who needs to be careful what you say.”

 

Count Biscon’s harsh breathing filled the drawing room. For a moment, Claire thought he might attack the noble Lady Biscon.

 

“Guard.”

 

He quickly opened the door and called the soldiers standing outside. They must have heard the shouting coming from inside. When Claire returned to the drawing room with his soldiers, Count Viscon had already risen from his seat. His impression, sharpened by years of harsh reality, became even harsher when he saw Claire bringing in a soldier.

 

“You are going to have your brother taken away by the soldiers?”

 

Despite Count Biscon’s criticism, the noble Lady Biscon did not flinch. She sat down and spoke coldly.

 

“My brother is not a thunderbolt who knows nothing.”

 

Count Biscon’s face turned red with anger at the noble Lady Biscon’s words. He shouted, clenching his fists.

 

“What does it mean to say that I will avenge my friend?”

 

Because of the last battle. Balcian, a country that was destroyed by the dragon’s wrath. With all the royal family dead, Balcian became the country that could be most easily swallowed up among the surrounding countries. Everyone thought so. Many people died while barely fending off the constant invasions. Fortunately, neighboring countries realized that the Balsians were not as easy prey as they thought. The war stopped temporarily, but the fighting did not stop. Eugenie could not relax as they attempted to exploit Balcian’s boundaries. Meanwhile, Count Biscon stepped forward, saying he would avenge his friend who had died in the previous battle.

 

“Are you going to lead your army to the front lines at this time to avenge your friend?”

 

A sneer appeared on Eugenie’s face as she spoke coldly. She said, getting up from her seat.

 

“It’s called a thunderbolt.”

 

“Eugenie!”

 

The moment the angry Count of Biscon shouted at the noble Lady Biscon, Claire stepped forward. She quickly directed her soldiers to approach Count Viscon’s side. She then went next to the soldiers and she said.

 

“You’d better just go back.”

 

Mrs. Claire Rios. She was the wife of Sir Rios, who died while plotting his treason, but Eugenie took her in as her own companion. There was still anger on Count Biscon’s face as he turned towards her. Eugenie is his younger sister. There was no way he would like a woman who wouldn’t even let him see her brother alone.

 

“Couldn’t you have told your husband that before he plotted treason?”

 

Claire’s face hardened at Count Biscon’s sarcasm. But she succeeded in not getting angry. Everyone says that. Some people sympathized with her for being the witch’s comrade, but others pointed out that she was like a witch and that she had promoted herself by selling her husband’s death. Claire responded, calming her mind.

 

“I couldn’t tell my husband, so I should at least tell the Count.”

 

He responded that he was trying to stop you because it seemed like you might be planning treason, but Oliver didn’t immediately notice. He looked at Claire, not knowing what that meant, and then her face scrunched up. She got angry. Claire thought Oliver would be furious. But he wasn’t angry. He ran one hand through his hair, sighed, and sat back down on the sofa.

 

“Goes.”

 

Count Biscon, who had been sitting for a while, probably got his mind under control, got up and said, Claire ordered the soldiers to check if he was really leaving the palace and quickly closed the drawing room door.

 

“Are you okay?” asked the noble Lady Biscon with her weary look.

 

Okay. Eugenie waved her hand with that feeling. He then took off her shoes and laid her body out on the sofa. She must be tired. Claire once again disliked Count Viscon. I wasn’t a writer I really liked from the beginning. But as he was her brother to the noble Lady Viscon, he could not help her, and when she gave her a hard time like she did today, he hated it more than usual.

 

“Shall I bring the car back?”

 

Eugenie raised her head in response to Claire’s question. car. Neither of us drank a single sip from Count Biscon. This was because he was busy fighting with Count Biscon, who asked for permission to lead the army to the front lines.

 

“No, leave it alone.”

 

Although the tea had cooled down, Eugenie straightened her posture and raised the teacup. She really wanted to get her a new car, but she knew she didn’t want that. She seems to be extravagant, as her nickname, the Witch, suggests, but the noble lady is frugal. Claire moved across from her to have her tea with her. This is where Count Biscon was sitting just moments ago.

 

“Huh?”

 

There was something that looked like a round piece of cloth lying on the sofa. What was this? She held up a round bundle of cloth. It was a bit heavy, as if something had been wrapped inside it.

 

“Majesty.”

 

What should she do? Eugenie raised her head at the call with such a question.

 

“Give it here.”

 

“Do you know what this is?”

 

Eugenie said nothing. Claire also didn’t ask any more questions. Because she knows that if she doesn’t want to talk, she never talks.

 

* * *

 

What was that? The incident from that moment suddenly appeared in Claire’s mind. A bundle of cloth lying on the sofa. As I took out her handkerchief and wiped away the sweat, I remembered what happened back then. No, even if it happened back then, it didn’t happen. Because that is a future that no longer exists.

 

“Oh, here you go again.”

 

At that time, someone shouted that. Claire reflexively raised her head and found Oliver standing on the other side of the training ground. Here we go again. She thought so too. Oliver Biscon. A stupid and annoying little guy. An infinitely light-hearted man who seems to enjoy the attention of women with his handsome face. The Count of Biscon, no, he is now a Baron. Baron Viscon has been looking for the training grounds of the White Lion Knights recently. At first he thought he was trying to pick a fight with her. Because her eyes met a few times. But her worries were short-lived. While visiting her training grounds, Baron Biscon never once pretended to know her. Even if she had argued, Claire wouldn’t have cared. Because you can just ignore it. Of course, these stupid White Lion Knights will try to harass Claire again with that. The level of the White Lion Knights, the two largest knights of Balcian, was at this level. That made Claire feel discouraged. Life as a knight without respect or reward. There is only one thing that can endure all of this. It was for her Lady, Eugenie Biscon. Claire knew he was nothing. Her father is a poor lower-class nobleman who does not have much money, let alone land and title. All he has is the title of Sir, which means his father was a nobleman. She was not wealthy, dazzlingly beautiful, or so smart that it was a shame she was born a woman. She’s just ordinary. Ironically, Claire’s luck came to her after she had lost everything. Her husband plotted her treason and was executed. Just before she and her younger siblings were executed, her lady saved her. And she recognized at a glance her talent that no one, not even Claire, had noticed until now.

 

– How about learning a sword?

 

It was a light remark said in passing. That’s what it sounded like to Claire at the time. A young widow whose husband died while plotting treason. Because it seemed absurd that a woman who was now the companion of the noble Lady Viscon should hold a sword. But when she came back after all that had happened, those words came back to Claire’s mind. Thanks to this, she was able to refuse to marry an old man brought by her father. The noble Lady Biscon saved her life twice. Once from a future that is now gone. And once in the present that we live in now.

 

“Rest!”

 

Claire was brought out of her thoughts by Lord Carson’s voice calling for her to rest. Before she knew it, it was snack time, and several apprentice knights, including Sir Lingarde, were coming out to the training ground carrying her basket. She won’t be sharing it with Claire anyway. The knights of the White Lion Order did not allow the apprentice knights to even share a sip of water with Claire. When she tried to pick up her sandwich, someone would forcefully push her away and laugh evilly as they munched on her sandwich as she tried to pick it up. This is what knights were originally like. Claire turned and walked towards the building with her expressionless face. She also dabbles in her personal wardrobe, so she has quite a few items. All she needed was some money and some water to drink.

 

“Hey.”

 

She wanted to drink water by herself, so behind the building she went, Oliver was there. As soon as a large figure appeared around her building and spoke in a low voice, Claire reflexively raised her fist.

 

“Oh, better than Eugenie.”

 

Oliver quickly raised his hands to defend himself, but when Claire recognized him at the last moment and stopped his fist, he said with a light exclamation. If it were Eugenie, he would have swung reflexively. And it doesn’t matter anywhere else, but if you hit her in the nose, it would hurt a bit. But Eugenie was on the small side, and Oliver hadn’t been spanked by Eugenie above her neck since he was twenty.

 

“What?”

 

Claire asked, wary of his attitude as if he had been waiting for her. If you’re being sneaky and trying to hide and hit them, you can keep them locked inside the house for a while like the idiots who already tried it. But Oliver had no intention of doing so. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something.

 

“What are you doing…”

 

You’re not trying to pull out a weapon or something, are you? Claire already knows that a surprisingly good weapon can be hidden in that pocket. Something like a dagger the size of a man’s palm.

 

“Sir.”

 

What Oliver took out of his pocket was a bundle of cloth. At least it seemed that way to Claire. Oliver looks at her in confusion. He spoke politely.

 

“Eat.”

 

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