When I Quit Being A Wicked Mother-in-law, Everyone Became Obsessed With Me - Chapter 175
A heavy silence lingered.
“……”
“……”
The two women exchanged glances for a moment.
Then,
“Riche, dear.”
The first to speak was the former Marquessess.
Anriche let out a hollow laugh.
The former Marquessess always spoke in such a sweet tone only to Denis.
“I heard it all. Is it true that Beatrice will inherit the title of Saxon Marquess?”
…Where did she hear that?
Anriche looked at her mother with a cold expression.
“The Duchy of Valois has a very close relationship with His Majesty the Emperor, doesn’t it?”
Why suddenly bring up the Emperor?
Anriche narrowed her eyes.
The former Marquessess continued to ramble.
“Besides, Beatrice is still too young to inherit the title. So…”
“What exactly are you trying to say?”
Unable to listen any longer, Anriche interrupted her like a stretched taffy.
The former Marquessess frowned deeply.
‘That girl dared to interrupt me?’
But right now, they had come to Anriche to make a request.
The former Marquessess’s eyes gleamed with expectation.
“Could you ask His Majesty the Emperor to restore your younger brother as the Saxon Marquess?”
…Is she serious?
Anriche stared at the former Marquessess in disbelief.
But the former Marquessess’s expression was serious.
“How could a mere nine-year-old girl govern a territory? Inheriting the marquisate would only be a headache.”
Her tone was so triumphant it was almost comical.
Listening to her, one could get the impression that they were doing Anriche a favor.
“Leave it to Denis; he’ll surely do well.”
“That’s right, just trust me!”
Denis quickly chimed in.
It felt as if they were already acting as if Anriche had given her permission.
“I’ll decline that offer.”
“……What?”
The two looked back at Anriche, bewildered.
They never expected her to refuse.
“Seriously, how can you consider entrusting the esteemed Saxon Marquessate to a nine-year-old girl?”
Denis protested with a flabbergasted expression.
“Stop being stubborn. There’s no way you can just say no without a valid reason.”
“How strange. Why do you think there’s no reason?”
Anriche shrugged in response.
“It’s because I find it disgusting how shameless, selfish, and outright conniving you are.”
The former Marquessess’s face turned pale at Anriche’s blunt words.
Along with that, a sound resembling a deflating balloon could be heard around them.
“Pfft.”
“Ahem, cough!”
The sources of the sounds were the guards stationed at the townhouse.
The former Marquessess and Denis looked so foolish that the guards were barely suppressing their laughter.
Anriche smirked.
“Feel free to laugh out loud.”
“Oh, no, my lady… ahem!”
The former Marquessess shouted, her face flushed red.
“Isn’t this too much? I am your mother, and Denis is your only younger brother!”
“That’s right, we’re the only family you have!”
Before long, Denis had completely dropped his honorifics.
Watching the two with a steady gaze, Anriche suddenly spoke up.
“I’m really glad to hear that.”
“What do you mean by that?!”
“I think it’s great that you two haven’t changed at all.”
With that, Anriche turned around without hesitation.
“You two should be on your way home now. I’ll make sure you’re seen off properly.”
“Yes, my lady!”
“Understood!”
The guards bowed sharply and approached Denis and the former Marquessess.
Soon after, a ripping scream echoed from behind.
“This wicked girl, do you really not care if your mother and brother starve to death?!”
“We’ll see how well you live alone, sister!”
Well, whatever they had to say, it was none of Anriche’s concern.
***
That evening.
Upon returning from the palace, Alexei heard about the commotion that had taken place earlier that day.
“I thought the young lady might be feeling uneasy…”
The butler had cautiously hinted at his concerns for Anriche.
“Are you okay?”
At his careful question, Anriche looked back at him with a puzzled expression.
“What do you mean?”
“I heard that your mother and the former Saxon Marquess came to visit this morning.”
“Oh, I see.”
Anriche blinked a couple of times and gave a sheepish smile.
“Yes, that did happen, but… I’m fine, so you don’t need to worry about me.”
At her response, Alexei instinctively scrutinized his wife’s complexion.
It made sense; Anriche had a habit of saying she was “fine” even when she was struggling.
But she really did seem okay now.
“Actually, I find it a bit surprising.”
“What do you mean?”
“I think that if it were the old me, I would have been troubled for a long time after seeing those two.”
Anriche spoke calmly.
“But now… I truly have no interest at all.”
It was genuine.
She didn’t feel heartache or guilt.
Indeed, it felt as if she were looking at someone who wasn’t family at all.
“In fact, until you asked if I was okay, I had completely forgotten about my mother and brother.”
“…I see.”
Anriche’s voice sounded remarkably light.
“I’m glad.”
“What do you mean?”
“That you no longer…”
Alexei reached out and embraced her tightly.
“That you’re not getting hurt by considering people who aren’t even family as family.”
With her head buried in his chest, Anriche smiled a little.
His gentle hand patting her back felt warm.
In his embrace, she didn’t have to worry about anyone else and could always feel at ease.
That realization brought her a sense of joy.
***
A week later.
The ceremony for Beatrice’s title award took place at the imperial palace.
The Emperor himself presided over the ceremony, and even the Crown Prince was in attendance.
It had been a long time since a high-ranking noble was awarded a title, so the atmosphere was filled with anticipation from the nobility.
“Oh my, is that the youngest daughter of Valois?”
“Ah, she’s the one who is inheriting the title of Saxon Marquess?”
“Oh my, she looks just like the Duchess!”
Curious gazes turned toward Beatrice.
Meanwhile, the star of the ceremony, Beatrice, was nervously gripping Anriche’s skirt.
“Oh no, what should I do, Mom?”
She was so tense, thinking there wouldn’t be this many attendees!
Anriche held back a laugh as she comforted Beatrice.
“Weren’t you saying you’d inherit the title of Saxon Marquess to put your brother in his place?”
“W-well, still…”
Beatrice fidgeted restlessly.
Elliot, unable to watch his little sister’s anxiety, pressed down on the top of Beatrice’s head with his hand.
“Why are you whining so much?”
“Brother, what are you doing?! My hair is getting messed up!”
Beatrice wrapped her arms around her head, glaring at him with her eyes wide.
Elliot shrugged.
“Just finish the ceremony without any mistakes.”
“…And then?”
“This time, I’ll let you call me Saxon Marquess.”
Beatrice’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Y-you’ll even speak to me with respect?”
“Of course.”
“You promised!”
“Yeah, yeah.”
Watching his passionate sister, Elliot nodded with a lack of enthusiasm.
“Bella, do well.”
Liliana also warmly cheered for Beatrice.
Nodding her head, Beatrice strode purposefully across the red carpet.
***
The Valois family watched anxiously as Beatrice carried out the ceremony.
Contrary to their worries, the child successfully completed the award ceremony.
“Mom!”
Beatrice came running toward them.
The child nestled into Anriche’s arms, smiling brightly as she looked back at Elliot.
“Hmph.”
“…What?”
“No, it’s not that, brother.”
Shaking her head, Beatrice raised her finger dramatically.
“It’s not ‘what,’ it’s ‘what is it?’”
“…Right.”
“What are you doing? Why aren’t you calling me the Saxon Marquess?”
Beatrice puffed out her shoulders proudly.
With a deep sigh, Elliot finally spoke up.
“Saxon Marquess, congratulations on successfully completing the award ceremony today.”
Beatrice’s eyes widened in surprise.
She hadn’t expected him to say respectful words so easily!
Beatrice pointed at Elliot.
“B-brother just called me the Saxon Marquess!”
“You told me to.”
“Still, I didn’t think you would keep your promise!”
“Here you are, I do this for you and you don’t even appreciate it!”
Elliot and Beatrice began to bicker.
“Elliot, are you the child here? How can you lose your temper at Bella?”
Liliana, watching her fiancé’s foolishness, shook her head disapprovingly.
“Well, at least it seems like the siblings get along well.”
“Yeah, let’s say that.”
The Duke and Duchess of Valois exchanged wry smiles as they watched the scene unfold.