Disappointing Teleportation Magic ~ Even Though The Movement Distance Is Only 1 Millimeter, I Will Rise Through Ingenuity ~ - Chapter 63.2

Egor stood up abruptly, violently opening the entrance door, and yelled at the maid inside.

“Hey, guide the guests to the reception room. Make sure not to offend them!”

“Y-yes! Please, this way…”

Leaving the maid to escort us, Egor hurriedly disappeared into the mansion’s depths. He was likely either consulting with the family about a change of plans or giving new instructions to the servants.

“That lifted my spirits a bit. If you hadn’t said anything, I would have been the one shouting at them.”

“Well, nobles are supposed to care about appearances, right? So, they’d better make sure to serve us properly, considering what they owe me from before.”

“Indeed.”

The maid who guided us to the reception room seemed completely unaware of my relationship with Count Zarettino. She hurriedly began preparing tea as soon as we sat down.

I didn’t have any grudge against her, but she would have to play her part in my little revenge.

“Let me ask you something. Are the count’s family members also on the battlefield?”

“No, only the master and the eldest son, Alban, have gone to the battlefield.”

“Then, are the others bedridden with illness?”

“No, nothing of the sort…”

“So, it’s a tradition here to have servants greet invited guests instead of the family?”

“N-no… I wouldn’t know…”

“Ah, never mind. I’ll ask them directly when we meet.”

“Yes… my apologies…”

The maid, who looked a bit older than me, seemed on the verge of tears, so I decided to stop asking questions. I might have gone a little too far, judging by the way Araseli was glaring at me.

“I know… but I needed to gather this information before we meet the count’s family.”

“Sigh… I guess that maid will just have to think of this as her misfortune.”

I may not have any territory, and I’m a noble in name only, handed over to Fulmelinta. But my title is higher than Count Zarettino’s.

In Yurefelt, where rank is of utmost importance, this kind of treatment is nothing short of a grave insult.

If they’re doing this on purpose, they must be prepared to face the consequences.

Well, I doubt they’ve thought that far ahead…

Just as I finished the not-so-tasty tea, the count’s family finally made their appearance.

“Welcome, Sir Kirikaze, the hero who slew the wyvern. I am Charle, wife of Count Bjorn Zarettino, and this is our second son, Bodwan.”

The countess appeared to be in her mid-forties and was quite plump. Her blonde hair was styled in an onion-like bun, making her already large face look even larger.

Bodwan seemed to be just shy of twenty. Like his mother, he was also overweight, and he glared at me with a displeased scowl.

“I am Yuto Kirikaze. Thank you for the leisurely welcome.”

“What did you say…? You upstart, whose origins are unknown!”

Without even standing from her chair, the countess turned red and screeched. Similarly enraged, Bodwan tried to lunge at me, but I halted him with a raised teaspoon.

“Transfer…”

The spoon snapped cleanly in two at the center, and the broken half clinked onto the table.

“Is there something you’re unhappy about…?”

Both the countess and Bodwan froze in place, their faces turning pale. It seemed they had forgotten, in their heated emotions, just how I had defeated the wyvern, so I reminded them.

“Is something wrong? Since it’s a rare opportunity, why don’t we enjoy tea together? Ah, I haven’t introduced her yet. This is my wife, Araseli. She’s an irreplaceable companion with whom I fought through the wyvern battle. Should she be harmed, I’d have no choice but to become a demon of revenge.”