The Noble Lady Without Magic Aims to Become an Adventurer! - Chapter 90

I was training as usual at the Sixth Knights’ training grounds.

“Fars, are you related to the captain of the Fourth Knights?”

My colleague, Zod, who was sparring with me, asked. It wasn’t the first time someone had brought it up. Apparently, I looked a lot like the captain of the Fourth Knights.

After that, I asked my mother about the past in more detail through magical correspondence. She told me the story as if it were a distant memory, as she’s found happiness in her life now.

My biological father’s name is Tristan Deakin, the son of a viscount. Even at his age, he’s still referred to as “the son,” which means he hasn’t married.

According to my mother, he was incredibly handsome, admired by high-ranking noblewomen, and constantly surrounded by admirers. He never lacked romantic escapades with noble ladies.

As for my mother, she was the third daughter of an earl. Her two elder sisters married into other families for love, leaving her to inherit the earldom. That’s when she became engaged to Tristan Deakin.

However, three months before the wedding, her parents passed away in an accident.

The wedding was postponed, and my mother suddenly had to assume the title of Countess. At this point, her relatives descended on the estate, seizing assets and obstructing the inheritance process. They argued that a woman couldn’t handle the responsibilities alone, and ultimately, the title was forfeited because the legal procedures couldn’t be completed in time.

During this tumultuous time, my father betrayed her by starting an affair with Lady Lenargel, a marquess’s daughter who was also a relative of my mother.

My father tried to switch allegiances to the marquess’s daughter. While sweet-talking my mother, he worked with Lady Lenargel to ruin crucial documents by spilling ink on them and tearing them, rendering them useless.

As a result, the paperwork had to be redone, and the delays caused my mother to miss the deadline, forcing her to renounce her title.

Once my mother lost her title, my father discarded her without hesitation.

It was my father’s actions that drove my mother into poverty. That fact alone is unforgivable.
Carrying me in her womb, my mother didn’t seek help from her sisters and fell to the status of a commoner.

Maris, the head maid of Marquis Efsee’s household, had been a classmate of my mother’s during their school years.

When Maris discovered my mother living as a commoner, pregnant with me, she arranged for her to work as a wet nurse for Lady Marloa, as the marchioness herself was also expecting.
“Who knows? I’ve never had a father,” I replied curtly to Zod.

“But people won’t leave it alone, will they? You really do look like him,” Zod pressed.
“It’s annoying.”

“Don’t say that. By the way, the captain of the Fourth Knights has asked to see you. You should go,” Zod added.

…Perhaps the time had come to face my father.
Without another word, I headed to the captain’s office in the Fourth Knights’ headquarters.
“Enter,” came a voice after I knocked.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped into the room.
The captain’s office was modest, furnished with a desk and a sofa.

“Excuse me, Captain Tristan. You called for me?”
My father stopped working and stared at me intently. Seeing him up close, I realized the resemblance everyone had mentioned was true.

“So, you’re Fars, from the Sixth Knights.”

“Yes.”

“You certainly look like me. Sit down. Let’s talk,” he said, pointing to the sofa across from him.

He rose to prepare tea, but I stood up and stopped him.

“Captain, let me handle it.”

“Alright,” he said, sitting down.

I used magic to draw water into a tea set in the corner of the room, heated it, and prepared the tea.

“This is good,” he said, taking a sip.
“I’ve had practice. I often make tea for Lady Marloa of the Marquis Efsee household,” I replied.

“How is Violetta?”

“My mother? She’s doing well. Why do you ask about her?”

I poured myself a cup and sat across from him. My father gave me a probing look before speaking.
“Fars, you’re my son, aren’t you?”

“I’ve heard people say I resemble you, but I don’t know anything about my father,” I replied coolly.

“So, Violetta hasn’t told you about me,” he said.
I didn’t respond. Nobles are cunning, always trying to extract even the smallest admission. As someone who has lived as a servant, I know better than to give them that advantage.

“I’ll be direct. Fars, become the heir to the Deakin Viscountcy.”

“That’s quite sudden. Why?”

“My elder brother has inherited the title, but he has no children. We have no successor. Recently, rumors reached me that I have a son—your name came up. Violetta was my fiancée long ago, and it adds up that she would have had you after we parted.”

“And what of it?”
“If you become the viscount’s heir, our family will be secure.”

“I refuse.”

“Why? You’d live a better life as a noble. You could have your pick of beautiful women. With your looks, any noblewoman would gladly accept a proposal,” he insisted.

“Captain Tristan, why don’t you marry a young wife yourself? I have no interest in the Deakin Viscountcy. If I want a title, I’ll earn it myself.”
My father frowned, clearly displeased.
“But earning a title is difficult for a commoner.

If you agree, you could become a viscount immediately. This is a rare opportunity.”

“The Marquis Efsee values me highly and supports me. I owe my position as a knight to them.”
“Marquis Efsee… That house has a daughter without magic, doesn’t it? Are they trying to get rid of her by tying her to you?”

“Even without magic, Lady Marloa is an exceptional person,” I replied firmly.
“Our family cannot accept someone without magic. Besides, there’s a noblewoman who wishes to marry you.”
“I refuse.”

“Why? This is the best offer you could hope for!”
“Don’t act like my father now. It’s a nuisance. If you want a bride, find one yourself, Captain Tristan. Is that all you have to say? If so, I’ll be going.”

As I stood to leave, my father called out, “Wait.”

“What is it?”

“You’ll regret this.”

I ignored him and walked out of the room.
What a mess.

Dealing with a noble like him is bound to lead to harassment or even coercion down the line.
I sighed, my head aching.

…I’ll have to consult that person.

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