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

For one thing, I got rid of the outside stuff.

When that happens, we have to work on what's inside next.

This one was harder to ask.

(What am I really going to do...)

Lucia and I will see each other in the face, but Randolph and I haven't seen each other in the face since we killed Nathan.

There was something else to do, but Isaac wanted to do something about the situation.

(I knew you were family.)

It's new to my memory that I was saddened to think of myself as a foreign body in the home.

Still, the blood connected family is family.

I want to repair the relationship.

Of course, there is a desire to "make my mind easier by being forgiven".

But the desire to "make up" was stronger than that.

I know I can't be a happy family with no obsession whatsoever.

Still, I want to improve my relationship until I can surround the same table and have a conversation.

The problem there is that we don't get to meet.

Randolph is drawn to his room.

Isaac is told not to go into the room, so he won't let me see his face.

Even if I forced myself into the room, I didn't think it would turn out well.

That's why Isaac chose to behave...

"Mother, how is your father?

- It was a dialogue with my mother.

The maid carries the meal, so we don't surround the table together, but she leaves the room just when she's in the bathroom or bathroom.

Isaac aimed for bath time and waited in front of the room.

"Not yet. It's gonna take me a while to get back on my feet."

"Really...... Don't you have time to talk to your mother?

"Leaving that guy's side for too long is kind of..."

I felt it would take "Lucia too" to get back on her feet.

This is how we talk, but we don't try to keep an eye on Isaac.

It was always like this.

Unlike my grandparents, it's going to take me a while to improve my relationship.

Isaac drops his shoulder and tries to walk away.

But this time Lucia spoke to Isaac.

"Wait, Isaac"

"Yes?"

I heard from Lucia.

I look back as I think Isaac is unusual.

... but my mother is just mojimoji.

He said something, but he hasn't said anything.

"Sounds like something? I just want to hear," but then they might say, "Nothing."

Determination solidified and Isaac thought to wait until he spoke out.

It took about a minute for Lucia to open her mouth.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

"Yes."

- Walking over from my mother.

Isaac couldn't have missed this opportunity.

The situation moves better or worse than not talking at all.

If we can make up for it, fine.

Because even if you couldn't, you know you can't "make up." Okay.

It's much harder to keep hope in vain.

That's all I was thankful for.

Isaac is drawn to Lucia and goes to Lucia's room.

It's been a long time since my mother pulled my hand like this.

It's only been about a week since I killed Melinda and Nathan.

Yet I feel as though I've been cut off for over a year.

I've lived quite selfishly so far, but I guess I totally leaned on my family mentally.

After the distance, I was reminded of the importance of getting along with my family.

Isaac is trying to do something terrible in the future.

However, even though there are memories of previous life, it is an unknown area that has never been experienced before, such as in the lower realm.

I still needed a tranquilizer called "family".

When I get to my mother's room, I pay for it first.

And sit across from the table.

The air is heavy.

(Shit, I forgot what I was trying to tell you...)

If I had the chance to talk, I wanted to talk to a lot of people.

Yet this is how my head turned bright white when I turned to each other.

In the meantime, I'll tell you what happened recently.

"As a result of all my thoughts. I decided to be like Grandpa Soo."

"What, Grandpa Song, you know..."

Jude, the predecessor, knows Lucia well.

I'm stunned when people say I'm going to be that kind of person.

"I... am not like a normal person. I'm going to take advantage of that and be like my grandfather. That way, no one will serve the Marquis Wellrod family any more. We can all live happily ever after."

"Isaac......"

Isaac says in the sense of an abnormal child with memories of a previous life.

But Lucia wasn't.

I received what Isaac called "different from normal people" as drawing the blood of the Marquis of Welrod and taking over the talent of Jude.

And I thought you were trying to use that talent to protect your family.

"With your father, we want to talk slowly sooner or later. But you don't seem to be able to do it now."

"Yeah, I think I'm still dragging on Mr. Melinda and Nathan."

Lucia looks sad.

Originally, parents are rare romantic marriages for nobility.

It must be hard to see the person you love blocked in.

Isaac also feels sorry for this.

All I was thinking about was winning a successor fight, and I didn't even assume a family reaction.

Had I been able to take a little more account, I wouldn't have been in a situation like this.

Here Isaac asks my mother what she really wanted to hear.

"Does your mother... hate me? I feel somewhat avoided..."

My mother has always been beside my father.

That means a good couple, and it's a pleasure.

But that is an assumption "without Isaac".

Surely Randolph will be more worried now.

But what does it mean as a mother to be leaving my son alone?

I was really concerned about that.

…………

Lucia is mojimoji.

I know you're trying to say something, but you're not sure if you can say that.

Somehow Isaac perceived the matter.

"No, I knew it was fine. I just don't abandon my mother or father. [M] Just remember that."

- I'm afraid to ask my mother's answer.

I can have the "possibility of not being hated" in a corner of my mind if I don't hear the answer.

But if they say "I hate you" here, it's bound to break my heart.

Isaac tried to leave the room in fear of getting scratched.

So I get my arm grabbed by Lucia, who stood up.

"Wait,... wait a minute longer"

Lucia hugs Isaac.

I get my face pinched in the valley of my chest, but Isaac didn't feel horny.

(nostalgic or restful because you're a mother, something like that)

By being held tight, I notice my mother's body trembling.

Not only that, but I also found the palpitations to be intense.

In the meantime, Isaac thought to wait until he said something.

Isaac waited awhile.

But there was no sign that Lucia would calm down.

I can tell it's getting worse because I heard sniffles, etc.

"I don't hate you"

Lucia finally spoke up to squeeze it out.

"I don't hate you. But... I almost cry when I see your face..."

"Really..."

(Well, when my own son is a murderer... You'd want to cry if you missed your education)

It's a sad fact, but I have to accept it because it's what I did.

But the reason Lucia was about to cry wasn't the kind of reason Isaac thought.

"When I look at you, 'Well done' and 'Thank you', those words are going to come out of your mouth. I know I can't..."

"Huh?"

Isaac replies unexpectedly.

I never thought they'd appreciate it.

"I didn't hate Mr. Melinda or Nathan.... but I'm glad you're gone."

"Yep..."

Isaac was donning on the unexpected side of my mother, whom he thought was gentle.

Surely you'll be glad Melinda's gone.

If I were in my mother's shoes, I would have made a small leap by now.

But it's Isaac.

I feel a huge gap when my mother, who had a tender and dear impression, shows such a side.

Lucia must have felt Isaac's confusion, too.

Start explaining.

"It was really hard to hear that I would marry Mr. Melinda as well... But I couldn't say anything about the Marquis marrying each other. I really think that Melinda died and said, 'Oh, now that's just me'... It's terrible..."

Lucia hugs Isaac giggly.

The reason was something that also convinced Isaac.

- Even though it was a romantic marriage, I welcomed another woman into my wife right after the marriage.

Even though the engagement was broken and pathetic, welcoming Melinda as his wife is beyond gracious.

After all, you must have been dissatisfied with the matter.

"Because connections between nobles and houses are important," he may have endured.

If Lucia was the daughter of the Marquis or Count, she could have stuck with "I don't approve of marriage".

But I guess I couldn't say anything about the Viscount's daughter.

dissatisfaction I've been suppressing.

That turned Melinda and Nathan's death into joy.

But Lucia was disgusted with herself for having such feelings.

So maybe he was trying to get away from nature and Isaac in order to turn his face away from his true feelings.

I don't think I'm terrible.

Isaac also held Lucia back.

"Your mother is also one person and one woman with emotions, previously the wife of a nobleman or Marquis family trail son. It's not strange to be without a rival."

Isaac follows.

"It is XX before" is a convenient mantra.

It's a particularly valid word for someone like Lucia who is asking for forgiveness somewhere in her heart.

"... really? You don't think I'm a terrible mother?

"I killed my brother with my own hands. He's an unmatched son to your mother."

"Huffle, yeah. Really terrible kid.... but thanks"

Lucia strokes Isaac's head.

The last word I spilled was a very small one, but it sounded right to Isaac in his arms.

This conversation with my mother had something to think of Isaac.

(I was thinking of marrying Pamela and collecting other pretty girls and harlem...... I knew it was a mess......)

- If you become in power, naturally you can have a large number of wives to keep your children.

That's what I was thinking, but seeing my mother makes me think a little bit.

(Well, let's think about this when it's older)

I'm not old enough for Harlem to say this yet.

Isaac put the problem ahead of him.

"Hey, Isaac. What we talked about here..."

"Of course, I won't tell anyone"

I don't even need Lucia to tell me.

There is no way that you can say something like this.

Even Isaac, who is treated as "common sense", understands.

"I have things to do on my own, so I'm fine. Mother, please take your time with your father."

"Thank you, Isaac"

Isaac was kissed on the forehead.

I am purely happy to find out that my mother doesn't hate me.

(Still, everyone in this house carries heavy stuff...)

My grandparents had a pretty heavy story too.

It's weird to think that my father and I might have to talk about something heavy.

It makes me think maybe there was something in my previous life that my parents, who looked swallowed, wouldn't even notice in their children.

"I was going to take a hot bath, but it's been a while since I've been in here with you?

"No, I'll stop that"

"I was shy a little while ago."

Lucia smiles.

Isaac alone must have made it a little easier to reveal the thoughts he had in his heart.

(It's not something I can do perfectly on my own, but now I'll be careful to protect my family's smile)

With renewed determination in his chest, Isaac begins to take the road to ambition again.