Chapter 7 …
A Truly Small-Souled Person
From that fact alone, it could be inferred that Father had no intention of even trying to hide it anymore—but at this point, it no longer mattered.
Tomorrow, it was likely that my parents would endlessly boast to the gathered nobles about how amazing my younger brother was.
After all, it was a party held to formally celebrate the public unveiling of my proud younger brother becoming the successor of the ducal house.
However, my parents and my younger brother do not know.
The more they boast to the attending nobles about my younger brother Douglas, the more they will be tightening the noose around their own necks—and I will be the one rising to the position of the main character.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that tomorrow is a party made for my sake.
Thinking that, I prepared to leave for the academy without eating breakfast.
There was no need to sit and eat breakfast while looking at people I despised, being insulted by them. That kind of thing might as well have ended yesterday.
If I went, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from smirking while looking at my family’s faces anyway.
Besides, they should just enjoy a peaceful family-only morning today. After all, today would be the last day they could ever spend like that.
And so, as always, I rode the unnecessarily luxurious carriage of the ducal house toward the academy.
Even in moments like this, their vanity and pride clearly seeped through.
It was fine for them to look down on me personally, but they probably could not tolerate anyone looking down on the ducal house through me.
Truly, they were small-souled people.
However, thanks to that, the only ones who directly mocked me were my younger brother and his entourage, or my fiancée and her entourage. In that sense, I could only be grateful that my parents were such small-souled people.
Beyond that, there was almost nothing to appreciate.
If there was anything, it might only be the fact that they gave birth to me in this world.
However, apart from my younger brother and fiancée’s circles, no one openly mocked me to my face. Still, the nobles attending the academy—barons, knight nobles, and others of clearly lower status than a ducal house—did not even try to hide the fact that they looked down on me.
Their usual words and attitudes made that painfully obvious.
Even so, compared to my younger brother and fiancée’s circles, at least they did not directly do anything to me, so it was still far better.
Because of that, no classmates ever spoke to me, and I was able to plan my future life without anyone interfering.
My younger brother Douglas, of course, was in a different year, and my fiancée Lilliana was also in a different class—so I could only thank God for that separation.
And so, as I imagined a shining future where no one would interfere with me, the bell signaling the start of first period rang throughout the academy in an instant.
