The reborn aristocrat is ambitious! "You've got pretty good status, give em to me"

It's been two days since I killed Melinda and Nathan.

In the home, there is a giddy air.

Exactly where I didn't expect a blade wound shake, there was a big incident, so it would be a natural reaction.

Isaac's own killing of Nathan had also greatly affected him.

(I failed...)

Isaac was remembering this failure as he embraced Patrick, who lay low.

(I've been thinking too much about what happened 10 years later and I didn't see my feet... It doesn't make sense if you're making a mistake with your first hand, even if you think of second or third hand...)

- Win inheritance disputes in a highly impactful way.

This was necessary for Isaac.

The average age in this world seems shorter than in previous life, but Morgan will be fine if it's only about a decade from now.

There is Randolph, even if the Lord changes.

There is no opportunity for Isaac to give direct orders to the nobility under the Marquis Welrod family after ten years.

Morgan or Randolph might say "I don't want to flip the anti-flag against the royal family" even if I flip the anti-flag against the royal family in the wake of the graduation ceremony.

To avoid that, I had to prepare a way to make the nobles under my umbrella listen to orders over Morgan's head.

To that end...

In a highly impactful way, let Isaac burn in his memory the authenticity of the Marquis Welrod family.

Plant the fear that you must not disobey in the meantime, that you must listen to orders.

- I needed to do that at the same time.

As far as the venue's reaction was concerned, it seemed successful.

Key objectives were achieved.

That's good.

The problem is the family reaction.

Somehow I assumed "Melinda or Nathan would be able to kill me".

But I bought more objection than I expected from my family.

I should have just poisoned you with this.

I would have thought separately about how to plant fear.

(Even if it all seems like I've been successful before, it was only when I framed Dennis that I thought about it myself and succeeded)

Isaac remembers when he framed Dennis for bidding.

Even then, there was no point in trapping Dennis if he had squarely spent a lot of money to win the bid.

It just happened to work.

It was the bureaucrats who proposed street maintenance and other things in connection with the elves, but made it possible to move them to execution.

A typical large carriage can be different if you can afford it, and the pedestrian can pass the road.

Not all roads have the width they need, so take over the land if necessary.

I'm just succeeding because you formulated such a plan and let it fall into a viable form.

Isaac is not a feat of one.

(What I have done so far has been successful. But I was too well on track to do anything well because of it. I knew I wasn't particularly good...)

He shouldn't have been alarmed until he took the country, but he was distracted at some point.

That became the sweetness of the plan's stuffing, misleading the extent to which it would affect if Melinda and the others were eliminated.

(You should have known when Wallick...)

I had already experienced that the impact would fly to a range I could not have thought of myself.

But I was so surprised that I couldn't use it as an experience.

I should have used that experience to consider the impact of eliminating Melinda and the others.

Isaac hated his silliness additions and subtractions.

There are jitters and tears in my eyes.

"Wow."

Patrick licks Isaac's face in tears.

"It tickles."

Even if I say it with my mouth, the other person is a dog, so I don't get the word.

I don't hesitate to lick it with a pepper.

To be honest, I have the thought, "It's a little dirty for a dog to lick you," but I didn't hate it now.

Patrick is one of Isaac's most important friends.

At first, I brought him a ball to play with, but he made it a priority to see how Isaac was doing and comfort me.

Maybe it's because the words don't make sense and Isaac doesn't know what he did.

(I also have fewer friends...)

Isaac thought everything would turn well if Nathan was gone.

But it was actually the other way around.

They also had Tiffany and Lisa at the party.

As an umbrella nobleman, it is to celebrate Nathan, son of the Marquis of Welrod.

"Tiffany's scared of Isaac" was told by Karen, who came to see how Lucia was.

I can't help but be frightened of a nine-year-old girl who has witnessed murder.

Nor has this considered the possibility of attendance, and Isaac deserves it for being in action.

You won't even be able to make me see your face for a while.

I thought it would be better to keep the day as much as to send a letter of apology and a bouquet of flowers again.

Other girls who had come to visit occasionally must have been frightened.

I have to apologize to them, too.

The same goes for Bridget.

I was shocked that the person who admired me was dead.

You should need some kind of follow up.

Claude said, "I thought this might happen because you're human, too. I don't know, though, I just think it's too soon to kill people that year".

I don't know what happened with humans in the past, but I was taking this situation calmly.

(On second thought, Nathan's friend couldn't have been my friend... I killed him right in front of me)

Isaac also regrets about this one.

Most of the kids have been dating Nathan since they were about three to five years old.

If you're ten years old now, you've spent more than half your life with Nathan.

You can't have good feelings for Isaac for killing Nathan.

Isaac was able to gain "influence within the Marquis Welrod family".

But there were too many holes in the plan to get anything else.

Minus, this case can be described as a delicate success.

(This time it was a detour. I need to reflect. I wish it was a reflection......)

I feel depressed when I think about my future with my family.

All you have to do is "reflect, sorry".

I feel a huge discrepancy between Isaac's senses and those of his family.

Maybe he was licking this world somewhere in his mind because of "the world of games my sister was playing".

I guess that bump just showed up on the surface here.

(That's not exactly how time solves it. I need to figure something out. But now...)

Isaac lays down with Patrick's body in his pillow as he wipes his face with his sleeve.

I wasn't in the mood to think about anything now.

Isaac has had an unexpected situation, too, and he's still confused.

I needed time to calm my mind.

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"- Ick, Isaac. Wake up."

Shaking his body, Isaac realizes he's asleep at some point.

"Mmm......, Lisa, sister. What's the matter with you?

"What's wrong with you? I'm here to see how Isaac is doing."

Lisa exhales a deep sigh.

If Tiffany and the others were there to celebrate Nathan, Lisa and the others would have been there.

I guess she's also stunned by Isaac's behavior.

Isaac wakes up his body.

Lost in weight, Patrick glances at Lisa just saying, "I left it to you," stretches a little further away, then lays down.

Isaac is getting bigger every day, too.

I guess it's time for my head to be heavy enough to feel heavy.

"I have a lot to say, but first..."

Lisa decopins on Petin and Isaac's forehead.

"Ouch, what are you suddenly doing?

Isaac suppresses his forehead reflexively.

"That's our line. If you thought it was a celebratory party, what a dodgy thing to show you a public execution! Normally, you'd catch him and execute him later or something! I'm so surprised!

Lisa has a good point.

But if I kept him alive, there would have been inconvenience, so Isaac didn't have the idea of capturing him alive.

I guess Lisa, who doesn't know what's in Isaac's heart like that, wanted to complain about one of them.

"Sorry, there's so much going on..."

"Well, there is. Why did Mrs. Melinda and Nathan say that then? I had no idea."

"It's..."

"Stop!"

Lisa stopped Isaac from trying to explain.

"I'm Isaac's daughter-in-law, but the Baron's daughter. Wondering, I don't want to hear about the profound circumstances in the Marquis' house. If you know so poorly and get caught up in a mess, I'll be fine."

Lisa uses both hands to make a statement of intent, "Don't tell me."

It's over, though. "You know what?" And I can't wait for someone to seal my mouth.

Lisa, too, is fourteen years old.

I know it's not a good idea to know everything that I've questioned.

I'm beginning to know that there are better things in the world that I don't know.

Just something familiar, once you touch it, you want to remain unaware, afraid that you won't be able to get out of trouble.

"Then why did you come?

"I told you I'm here to see how you are."

Lisa decopins again.

Now it hurts more than it did earlier.

"I know you had a lot of reasons, but it's stupid to do that in public for as much as you want. You really were a smart fool!

Lisa showed the move.

"Decopin 'again," Isaac thought, sheltering his head.

But not this time.

Lisa hugs Isaac hard.

"Don't make me worry! Stupid......"

Isaac noticed Lisa was crying.

"Sorry......"

Isaac, who is impressed, also cries.

- I have a friend who stays by my side when it's hard.

The fact alone made Isaac cry.

They caught me and Lisa cried out too.

Isaac hugs Lisa too.

The feeling of fat that began to come on Lisa's chest as the years went by doesn't bother me now either.

Now I just wanted to be pure, feeling the warmth of people.