My Dear Husband, Let's Keep It Business-Like! ~Countess Anastasia, Raised in The Downtown, Won't Give Up Her Way~ - Episode 80

“Eduardo, you keep calling him Eduardo, but what exactly did my father do?”

“Eduardo has thrown the gears of this illustrious Fairfanville ducal family into disarray! If only, if only he had never been born…”

The duke, with bloodshot eyes and muttering to himself in excitement, is nothing short of a dangerous individual.

If we meet outside, I’ll report you without hesitation.

“Are you perhaps referring to the fact that the former Duchess gave birth to my father and then passed away?”

“What? You knew? Ah, that’s right. It’s because of him that our grandmother died! Eduardo is a mother killer!”

There’s no way that’s true. The logic is completely flawed.

“I came here because I wanted to know about my parents’ accident. You seem to resent my father quite a bit, but doesn’t the duke’s family have something to do with that accident?”

At this point, there’s no use in trying to sugarcoat things. If it’s come to this, we might as well go all out.

If the duke is in his current state of excitement, we might be able to extract information depending on how we guide him.

“Was it the accident where your parents died? Ha, there’s no way I would do something like that. Well, I’m glad they died on their own.”

The duke continues to speak as if he is provoking me.

“Oh, there was someone who came by before saying they held a grudge against your father and mother, so I gave them all the information I had. Your parents seem to have made enemies in various places. Hahaha!”

The duke, who laughs loudly, wondering what is so amusing.

It’s nice that you’re chatting away on your own, but the content is extremely unpleasant.

I continue speaking with my fists clenched tightly.

“Who were those people?”

“Well, there was a frontier accent in the speech, but I don’t know the details.”

“Did you really give information to such an unknown person?!”

How could a duke, of all people, get involved with someone without even checking their background?

When he heard my words, the duke let out a creepy, sinister laugh.

“It’s fine, if Eduardo is going to be unhappy, then that’s okay.”

This is way too crazy.

I feel like we can’t communicate, but thinking about my brother-in-law next to me, staring at his father with despair, makes me feel so uncomfortable.

Isn’t there any way we could manage to have a bit more of a conversation?

“You’re saying something quite selfish, but can’t you realize that my father has no responsibility in this matter?”

“What?”

“Even if it were the child of a god or a demon, there’s no way a child could just randomly be conceived in a lady’s womb.”

My story must have been unexpected for the duke.

The duke’s mouth, which had been slightly open and drooping just a moment ago in a state of excitement, now shows a look of surprise.

We couldn’t build even a fragment of a familial relationship, but the bond we formed from living together for several years is not insignificant.

Having always lived by gauging the expressions of the people in the duke family, I have become able to read their feelings even from the slightest changes in their expressions.

“I didn’t conceive myself, nor did I give birth to myself… Why is the child the one being blamed? It makes absolutely no sense.”

“What the hell, are you saying that my grandparents are to blame or something?!”

Ah, these people must have gotten used to living in a way that creates a “villain.” They don’t even think that no one is to blame.

“First of all, I am saying that this is not a matter of who is to blame. Childbirth is a life-and-death matter, regardless of age. Your grandmother risked her life to give birth to your father. … Unfortunately, as a result, she lost her life. That’s what it is.”

“Annoying, annoying! Your father, Eduardo, should never have been born! If he hadn’t, our grandfather wouldn’t have had to suffer, my relationship with your father wouldn’t have soured, and the ducal family wouldn’t have fallen into decline. He’s a bringer of misfortune. That’s right, a child of the devil!!”

I bang the table with a loud bang and then stand up.

I’ve had enough. Ever since earlier, I’ve been hearing things like “I hope you become unhappy” and “You should never have been born.” Having children and giving birth is clearly for the convenience of adults, isn’t it?

At this point, I won’t hold back anymore.

You will taste the humiliation of being outsmarted by the commoner from the lower town whom you looked down upon so much!

“If you don’t do what needs to be done, you won’t have children. Surely, no grown adult believes that ‘babies are born from cabbages,’ right?”

“What the hell!?”

“I thought all you esteemed high-ranking nobles must have received a very advanced education. Don’t you learn about contraception? Huh? In the lower districts, everyone learns about it when they come of age, you know?”

“Ew, so vulgar!!”

“It’s not vulgar at all. It’s perfectly proper s3x education. It’s far more disgraceful to irresponsibly spread your seed at an old age without considering the burden on women’s bodies and then shift the blame onto the children that result.”

“Y-you… how dare you, how dare you mock my grandfather to such an extent!?”

You too! Don’t insult my dad!!

Perhaps my persistent retorts pushed the duke’s anger to its peak, as he raised his right hand with a bright red face.

You intend to slap my cheek, don’t you? Just like you used to do.

——But!

I grabbed the descending right hand firmly, turned my back, and with that momentum—

I executed a seoi nage.

With a delightful sound of “Bitaaaaan!!”, this time the duke is slammed onto the floor on his back.

“Againnnnnnnnnnn”

……I threw something useless again.