Became the Hated Illegitimate Son of the Duke in Romance Fantasy

8 – Episode 8

Lunch time is approaching, and again, the talkative maid, Ella, brought my meal.

“Bocchan, you look like…”

“The owner of the mansion must not like me.”

“It’s not the time to say that, but you should bring in the councilor right now!

You’re bleeding profusely!”

She took her white handkerchief out of her arms and wiped it around my mouth and her swollen face.

It doesn’t matter if you get hit because you’re used to it.

The reason it bleeds must be because of the rose.

“You said you hated the maid, but I don’t think the doctor will come even if you tell me.”

“To whom…”

Ella asked me back, but when she remembered that no one would ever say that to me except my mistress, she shut her mouth.

Yes, most of the ladies-in-waiting must be from lower-class nobles if it is a dignified duke.

Ella, an aristocrat in her name alone, will do the odds and ends.

“I guess I just did something useless…

I’m sorry, I didn’t think things would turn out like this…”

There’s no way you didn’t know.

You must have seen what was being done.

I’m sure you’ve seen it, there are several windows on the building.

“You knew, I didn’t know you could do this.”

“…….”

Well, it is not normal to slap a child and make him chew a rose by the stem.

That’s a stem with sharp thorns, like broken glass.

Ella, who closed her mouth tightly, opened the lid on her bowl as if telling me to eat.

It was a seafood dish that I hadn’t tasted properly since I woke up here.

Since it’s fish, seafood must be right.

The blood flow in his mouth must have stopped somehow, and the scent of blood doesn’t come up.

I don’t know if it’s because my body is strong or if it’s because I’m recovering quickly, but as I get better, I start to have an appetite.

My mouth was naturally salivating.

I start eating voraciously.

The thorns of the roses pricked me while eating, and the scratches hurt terribly, but I couldn’t care at all.

Because normal food was so delicious.

After eating a whole fish, I tapped my stomach and spoke to Ella, who was watching me eat with a guilty expression.

“Never mind, it’s so much better than living in the slums.”

If the level of bullying goes this far.

I thought it would only get worse if I just listened to what he said.

At least it’s okay now, isn’t it?

But instead of being comforted by my words, Ella put on a serious face and warned me.

“Boss, are you from the slums?”

“Yes.”

“If possible, don’t tell other employees about it.

You never know what bullsh*t you might hear.”

“Okay.”

Well, slums were famous even among commoners as a place where only garbage lived.

But I wonder if it has already been rumored.

The Duchess, there’s no way the knight and coachman who came there won’t talk.

And if you do a little research, you’ll know right away.

Perhaps the reason why I don’t come in separately is because the Duchess is interfering, but it’s probably because of the story that I came from the slums.

The person who will be in charge of me from now on will be Ella, no different from a commoner.

“Did you finish your meal?”

“Yes.”

After hearing her words, Ella came over to me and began to undress her.

She didn’t resist because she didn’t even have the strength left to move her body.

“What are you doing?”

“You should wash up and change your clothes.

No matter what, you’re the son of a duke.”

With calloused hands, she undresses me and puts me in a bathrobe.

She then took her hand and started leading her to the bathroom.

I think it’s fortunate that not as many people come and wash as last time.

As I passed by, the servants looked at me and whispered something, but I couldn’t hear them.

Isn’t it about what happened this morning or about where I came from?

“I’m so sorry, Master Eric.

To be honest, I wondered if any adult would hate it when I saw children playing with each other.

“I wonder if a kid like me would understand that he said such a thing.”

“You seem to be smarter than the lady, so you should understand.”

Ella took me to her bathroom and got a bucket of water.

And it starts pouring it on me.

The dirt and blood on her body hardened and the scabs that were stuck to her fell off.

“If you want to take a bath, tell me.

I’ll tell the janitor and he’ll light the fire.”

“It’s okay, just… roughly.”

I lathered up with soap with a clean scent and washed my body thoroughly.

After wiping my whole body with a towel and putting on new clothes, I feel refreshed as if the awkward sensation I felt the other day has slightly faded.

Ella said she had a lot to do after taking me to my room and that she would bring me dinner in the evening, and then she started walking somewhere.

I rest my chin on the window railing and look out.

How did Eric feel?

So, other than me, Eric Breslau, who lived and breathed in the novel.

I wonder if he had a good impression.

Whatever Xenia said flattered her and made her into a submissive human.

The Eric I know is such a person.

How nice it would have been if I had read the novel properly.

Do not miss any supporting and minor roles, carefully checking each one.

If so, would I have been able to do the same like the main characters of the story who are immersed in novels and play an active role?

It makes no sense no matter how you assume it.

Yes, it’s all meaningless.

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Evening has come and Ella comes to bring me food without fail.

Ella was making an apologetic face on me as if she was still feeling the debt consciousness.

“Bocchan, it’s okay if you don’t get so depressed just because the master and the lady and the master eat separately except for the brute.”

When she heard that, she realized that I was putting on a gloomy expression.

It wasn’t the reason Ella said, but it was true that she had been depressed all afternoon.

I didn’t know that, but everyone was eating except for me.

I’m sure you wouldn’t eat at the same table.

It’s like a filthy commoner, hahahaha.

“It’s okay.”

The day she said that, Ella looked at her with pity.

She felt that maybe she was looking at her as if she were suffering from a comorbidity.

Perhaps she is projecting herself to me, being filmed by her lady-in-waiting at her mansion and taking care of all the hard work in between.

Looking at the other employees laughing and talking hahahaha, hoho, it doesn’t look like you’re being ostracized.

“Yes, it should be fine.

If you’re not okay, you should be okay with a smile!”

“Yes, you should laugh if it’s hard.”

“Come to think of it, I heard that a tutor will come and educate the young master starting tomorrow.

Did you hear that? I thought the hostess would just lock her in the room and not let her come out, but that’s surprising.”

I think that’s what I thought at first.

It was a room where you couldn’t jump down, and it was at the end of the hallway, so even if you let go of one person, you couldn’t get out.

Even so, if Xenia reluctantly came to see me, she would rather have me as her servant since mere servants would not be able to block the path of the heir to the duchy.

How do you know?

A person who hates me so much because of my mother who doesn’t even know her name.

From the beginning, just listening to what he said doesn’t seem like a normal human being.

All I can do is lament the world and spit out curse words.

It’s been several years since I fell into this world, but I’ve lived in a back alley that’s dirtier than a well, so I don’t have the concepts or common sense.

That fact really bothers me.

The duke can’t even ask for help because she’s a human being who will let her wife do whatever she does, as long as she doesn’t get in her way, and she doesn’t harm the family.

There’s no way I feel fatherly love for a person I’ve already abandoned.

As I was thinking about that, Ella spoke to me.

Dark circles appeared to be slightly raised around her eyes.

“Maybe, very likely.

Boss, if you ever succeed in life, please hire me.

The money is less compared to the work, but there is no other place to go.

I’ll just go, have a good night.”

After saying that, Ella leaves her room.

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After eating the breakfast Ella brought, I was just loafing around to pass the time. As the Duchess said, it seemed that a tutor had come to visit me.

Someone knocked on the door and opened it, and a stranger was standing in front of them.

It looked like a normal-looking girl.

Although there are small scratches on his face.

“Are you Eric Breslau?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“I am Louise.

Your last name has been taken away, so you don’t have to ask.”

As he said that, he bowed his head to me while taking a posture that seemed to be about something.

“I will teach basic etiquette, culture, common sense, and various studies starting today, so please take good care of me.”

Then he strode into my room and started looking around.

“It is neatly organized.

I asked the butler to move all the books that the boy is studying by tomorrow, so you don’t have to worry too much about the servants coming and going.

Ah, and the Duchess who hired me told me to do whatever it takes to make the boy achieve his academic achievement as quickly as possible.”

I bet you would like to see me die in agony.

“I, um. How should I address Master?”

“Just simply call me teacher.”

She pulls out a chair from her room and sits in her straight posture with her back straight.

Then they started asking me if I had read, how much manners I knew, and if I had read any books.

After realizing that there is no foundation whatsoever, he leaves the room saying that he will find another book and see you tomorrow.