Episode 112

"Ricardo is waiting for me."

Blancche felt a tingling sensation at the thought of Ricardo. His presence distracted Blancche's attention more than the fact that the GM, who had no reason to follow Blancche anymore, was watching her.

However, she couldn't let go of these thoughts.

Suddenly, a woman appeared in Blancche's sight, crying out loud - "Your Highness! Please save our mother! If it's Your Highness, you can do it!"

Only then did Blancche realize that Guillermo had disappeared without even giving her mother a [Health Recovery Potion].

"No, Guillermo is not a careless man. Then he deliberately didn't give me the [Health Recovery Potion]." Perhaps Guillermo wanted to show it to the crowd that had gathered like a flock of clouds.

Blancche calculated her plan to save the mother and daughter. With a smile to reassure the woman, she took out a [Health Recovery Potion] from her inventory.

"Don't worry. The Giato Family doesn't turn its back on its citizens." Of course, the help provided by the family is not free.

In the center, with a middle-aged woman lying on the ground, Chae, the daughter of the woman, and Blancche lowered their bodies on the street.

With the power of the item, Blancche was able to easily save the woman's mother.

Finally, the middle-aged woman with red hair opened her eyes. "Is this. . . ?" "Mom!" "Llewellyn?. . . Ah! Those damn bastards!" The woman thought of the men who had mistreated her daughter a beat too late and quickly sat up. She didn't seem to consider that she had just been knocked out by the delinquents. But now, what awaited the middle-aged woman was not those rotten bastards. The middle-aged woman blinked her eyes slowly as she faced Blanche. "You are. . ." Her daughter eagerly explained with a happy face, "Mom! This person is the one who helped us!" "What? Oh my, teacher!" The woman firmly grabbed Blanche's hands. The middle-aged woman's wrinkled hands were not at all delicate, but rather rough. And warm. Overwhelmed with emotions, the middle-aged woman couldn't continue her long speech and repeated the same words. "Thank you, thank you. . ." Sincere emotions were evident in her trembling voice as she expressed her gratitude. The middle-aged woman recalled the years she had spent waiting anxiously outside the digitalis, enduring hardships as a refugee. It was as agonizing as the time she had been ostracized in her hometown for being an unwed mother. "Thanks to you, 'Your Highness,' we were able to have a home. Thank you, 'Your Highness'. . ." Blanche looked down at his hands, which were held by the middle-aged woman, with a blank expression. "Don't you resent me?" "Resent? Why would I?" "If I had made the decision a little earlier, we could have entered the city sooner."

As soon as those words came out of her mouth, Blancshe thought to herself.

However, this time Blancshe was wrong.

"If you haven't had such thoughts even once, it would be a lie. But, Your Highness. In the end, didn't Your Highness accept us? I think, if that's the case, it's enough."

At the same time she finished speaking, the middle-aged woman laughed.

The people surrounding Blancshe and her daughter, the citizens of the [Royal Rose] district, nodded or smiled.

Blancshe couldn't see any signs of hostility from the [Royal Rose] people or that the middle-aged woman lied to her.

At that moment, the middle-aged woman's daughter happily chimed in.

"Mom, that's not all. Your Highness not only saved us, but also punished those damn bastards!"

The middle-aged woman's waist involuntarily bent.

"Oh my, thank you, Your Highness!" She started rummaging through her clothes.

"We should give something in return at times like this. . ."

Blancshe stood up, clapping her hands.

"Never mind. It's not necessary."

She meant it. There was no way someone who had just started at Digitalis would have anything useful for Blancshe.

However, the mother and daughter persistently rummaged through their empty pockets and extended their hands.

A small pile of candies was perched in the mother and daughter's hands.

Even the middle-aged woman's candy was broken, rolling around in her faulty bag.

"Even if recovery potions are common, candies are not items that can be compared to just two."

Blancshe couldn't believe it and smirked as she casually picked up the two candies.

It was around that time.

Suddenly, the people surrounding Blancshe, the "Royal Rose" Earthlings, were shouting at her.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

"Thank you!" "Always be happy!"

[system/GM_The World Tree's Branch sends you a round of applause. ]

In that moment, Blancshe recalled the words she had said to Matthew in front of Ilya, about using him as she pleased.

There's no need to become an outstanding person. What's important is that today you did what you could, and that fact will be helpful to someone."

Blancshe quietly observed the seemingly endless expressions of gratitude.

And in an instant, beyond the crowd surrounding her, she spotted Guillermo.

"When did he start quietly observing from over there?"

Guillermo, who had returned with a dozen members, was smiling brightly, as if he were a painting.

He was delighted to be appreciated by everyone like it was his job.

As warm as the heartwarming air around them,

The sunset shone red above their heads.

It was still daytime when the sun was in the middle of the sky.

Giatto Family House. Iliya's office. Thanks to Phoebe's efforts, Ricardo was able to meet his father right away.

After exchanging a few formal greetings, the rich man went straight to the point.

They were together within the confines of family, but they treated each other more like colleagues than family members.

It was the result of past days.

Iliya finally heard about Anastasia from Ricardo.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, but he had a rather serious expression.

"So, it seems that woman has come looking for you too."

Ricardo leaned towards Iliya.

"Do you know Anastasia?" "Of course. She was a woman who suddenly broke into my bedroom and called me father. How could I not know her?"

"Yes?" "According to that woman, you are planning to marry her?"

"No!"

Ricardo replied angrily.

Iliya frowned with a concerned expression.

"I know. You can't leave a woman who could become a Blancchet by your side." Suddenly, a vein popped on Ricardo's neck.

"If that crazy woman can't achieve her goal even with the boss, she said she would hurt Blancshe."

"Similar. That's why I chased her away. After that, I punished you to persuade Blancshe to marry you, you know it well."

Ricardo's serious expression turned bright red in the blink of an eye. He felt embarrassed.

Ricardo never heard about Blancshe's hidden story until now.

"Well, why did you say such things. . ."

Such a strong reaction to a trivial topic. Iliya burst into laughter.

"Both of them clearly like each other, but they've been going in circles for 6 years. It's frustrating. Besides, Blancshe is no longer someone else's."

Finally, Ricardo hesitated and asked the question he wanted to ask.

"Boss. Are you and Blancshe really not in a relationship?"

Iliya narrowed his eyes. He had already received an explanation of the situation from Blancshe through Ricardo.

"Ricardo. Even I wouldn't meddle with my son's first love."

"But all this time. . ." "I know. You must have resented me all this time."

Ricardo raised his neck like a startled cat.

"No, it's not like that. . ."

"You can resent me, Ricardo."

"Boss?"

Iliya smiled as she wrote.

"Now, even if we're alone, you don't call me father anymore."

Iliya opened her mouth without hesitation to her hesitant son.

"Ricardo, do you still hate me for your mother's death?"

Ricardo immediately closed his eyes tightly and opened them.

Even though a lot of time has passed, thinking about the mother who lost her life to the epidemic, it still felt suffocating. Moreover, Ricardo and Iliya grew apart rapidly after losing his mother.

He clenched his fist on his knee so tightly that the blood vessels stood out.

"Mother's death was not father's fault. I understand now. . . ." | "No. It was my fault. Back then, I should have chosen Mariella instead of work, as you said."

Ricardo's eyes, resembling Iliya's, widened.

Iliya seemed to smile faintly.

"Ricardo, I also sent your mother far away. And I resented the father who sent your mother away helplessly, just like you."

"I'm sorry. I took out my wounds on you without permission."

"

. . . .

"As a father, I acted poorly." "No, I. . ." "I won't listen. Whatever I say, I'll just say you're okay."

Upon hearing those words, Ricardo lost his appetite.

Iliya shook her head. "I was foolish. I should have followed Silvano's advice earlier. I lacked the courage to reach out to you first and ended up leaving you alone until you grew up."

Ricardo pursed his lips, but couldn't squeeze out a single word.

Looking at his son with pity, Iliya continued speaking.

"You don't have to worry about Anastasia. She's already involved with Blancshe."

"A promise, what. . . ?" | "Anastasia said she would handle it from my side. For the sake of that child and your future. But that woman, Anastasia, is hard to control."

Finishing his words, he took out a small box from the side table next to the sofa and handed it to Ricardo.

"If Anastasia ever appears in front of you, break what's inside the box. It's a kind of tracking item."

"Thank you, Father."

With a faint smile, Iliya added, pleased with the familiar title.

"Ricardo, let me give you one piece of advice."

"Don't let the woman you love misunderstand you. In my experience, it always brings misfortune."

"How can I. . . ?"

"It's not easy to read it like this. You're definitely not cut out to be the boss of the family."

Ricardo quietly agreed with Iliya's opinion.

But it was because he believed that Blancshe should be the next boss, rather than acknowledging his own shortcomings.

Following Iliya's advice, Ricardo reluctantly ordered to arrange a meeting with Blancshe.

"Blancshe. It's true that I kissed a woman named Anastasia. But it wasn't something I wanted."

The villainess received the family's worship and

Note: Unrevised