My Ex-Girlfriend Was Appointed As the Knights Commander

41. Reasons for discomfort (2)

The Borden family is a well-known family in the royal capital.

Emile Borden, the head of the household, works in the secretary’s office, one of the most important positions in the palace. His wife was the daughter of an aristocratic family reputed to be beautiful, and his two sons followed their father’s will and began serving as judges and treasurers.

Their sophisticated manners, outstanding looks, and cool wits used to be a topic of conversation every day in the social world.

And the halo of the name Benning, which was placed behind it.

Although they were branch families, the Bennings and Bordens maintained a close relationship. The sense of intimidation given by the name of the Benning family, one of the kingdom’s greatest warriors. And the beans that don’t know when to fall. The Bordens have established themselves as quite influential figures in the social world.

However, little is known about Marion, the youngest member of the Borden family, even within the social world where all sorts of gossip and rumors circulate. Although her existence was known, it was because she had never officially appeared in social circles or public events.

“Are you sick?”

“It may not be ready yet. Perhaps the baron is reluctant to let it go because it is so beautiful.”

“Because if you don’t master your manners perfectly, you won’t let them out.”

The young ladies and ladies used to share their guesses among themselves. Since there is no information, the speculation has become more and more extreme with each passing day.

“It must be a witch born with an evil temperament.”

“Perhaps he is the illegitimate son of the Borden family.”

The Bordens were just watching the nonsense unfold. The social world found him even more strange.

“There must have been rumors, but there was no word from the Bordens?”

“I met the baroness yesterday, but she didn’t say a word.”

“You’ll have to show up in the social world at least once before you become an adult.”

After that, the topic turned into a joke. He was tired of the neglect of the Borden family and the unheard of news.

“In fact, maybe the Baron Borden family doesn’t have a daughter?”

“Isn’t it embarrassing to export it because it’s not so beautiful, but so ugly?”

“Then it must be clear that he is an illegitimate child.”

The young ladies and ladies laughed and chatted in front of the car. It could be taken as an insult to the family, but Baron and Baron Borden still did not show any reaction.

The rumor that turned into a joke gradually faded like smoke. Even if it wasn’t rumors about her, there was a lot of gossip worth talking about in social circles. Some say that the daughter of a count family broke up their marriage, some say that the son of a baron is so tall and handsome, some say that a gold mine was discovered in the estate of a count family.

Another topic flooded in like a wave, and the story of Marion was pushed aside.

In the gossip, rumors about the baron’s daughter, who was both the protagonist of a tragedy and a supporting character in a comedy, seemed to disappear just like that.

Emile Bordain was watching the smoke rising from his pipe with cold eyes. It was a look that still caught the attention of some noble ladies when she occasionally appeared at social gatherings. Emile Bordain frowned and was contemplating the opportunity that had come this time.

The ‘curse’ was clearly planted in the body of the blind thorn. It was a waste of time to just remove it. Even if they tried to remove it, it seemed that it would not be easy to remove it, and it was necessary to think about Theodora’s reaction.

And I had to put on a tighter leash so that the apartheid mutation didn’t become more of a stumbling block. The solution was an arranged marriage.

To use a useless child to make a leash. A laugh leaked from Baron Borden’s lips.

It was after talking with Baron Apart. Not even knowing that his own child was cursed, he happily smiled at the betrothal. Emile Bordain had a hard time holding back the ridicule in front of him.

His son was able to exude a murderous spirit that would make him fall by surprise even while suffering from serious curses and injuries, but his father was no different from the easy-to-handle frontier aristocrat.

Emile Bordain summoned a servant who was waiting outside the door.

“Jean, bring Marion here to the study.”

“I understand, master.”

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Not having to connect with a low-quality family that could damage the family’s reputation, and being able to tie up Maxim and the youngest daughter at the same time.

“It is a pleasant day.”

The corners of Emile Bordain’s snake-like mouth rose slightly.

—

Marion Bordain’s life was a tragedy.

An extreme story where there is never an upward curve, only a downward curve.

Before that happened, Marion Bordain was a very beautiful girl. He had blue, crystal-clear eyes and long, shiny, dark, chestnut hair. A bright smile and a beautiful voice that make the viewer fall in love. The future of a child who was less than 10 years old was already shining brilliantly.

In fact, the Bordens had no intention of sending her out too soon to society or to aristocratic circles. After slowly preparing, I planned to send her out when her girlish beauty bloomed most brightly. Numerous sons of aristocrats will point out Marion as their heart.

However, the child who was supposed to become the flower of the Borden family was swallowed up in a fire.

The cause of the fire was not a big deal.

It was winter, when a record-breaking cold wave hit the entire palace. It started when a maid who was cleaning the house hung a dishcloth on the fireplace. It was dry weather. The sparks splashed on the dishcloth and immediately caught fire.

The fire quickly spread throughout the house. Coincidentally, there was only one Bordain in the house, Marion Bordain, now seven years old.

The mansion didn’t completely burn down. Neither the servant nor the maid who accidentally hung the dishcloth on the fireplace didn’t burn a single hair.

The room where Marion was was caught on fire.

Marion did not escape quickly, and was caught by a servant who came to her rescue and managed to escape the house. Marion, caught in the arms of a servant, was not safe.

The place where Marion came to her senses was a doctor’s private hospital. She could faintly hear the conversation between the doctor and her father.

“Thankfully, I was able to save my life, but the lady’s right half…”

Marion didn’t know what that meant. It was just so painful, my right shoulder, hand, and face that had been consumed by the fire were so painful that I could only shed tears. In Marion’s blurry vision, she saw her father, Émile Bordain.

“father…”

A child’s cry came out of Marion’s mouth. Emile Bordain glanced at the bed Marion was lying on.

“father…?”

At Marion’s words, Emile Bordain’s eyes met Marion’s.

“It’s wrong.”

Emile Bordain said that with cold eyes. The words that were wrong came flying like daggers and stuck in Marion’s ears. As the pain continued to pierce Marion’s body, Emile Bordain snorted and withdrew.

“Baron, the lady…”

“done. Give it a cure.”

“It’s late, but would you like to use the potion?”

Emile Bordain furrowed his eyebrows.

“I already said it was late, so why bother using the potion?”

“Quick treatment…”

“Say no more.”

Marion watched in awe as her father opened the door to the hospital room while saying that.

When did the tragedy begin?

Marion stared blankly at the ceiling of the hospital room. Now it would all begin, the young woman realized.

There was no place for Marion in the rebuilt baron’s mansion. Marion’s brothers didn’t even care. They were just happy that one competitor had been eliminated.

“This is your room.”

Marion was driven into the furthest corner of the house, into the smallest room. The pampered little girl no longer existed. Marion’s mother, overwhelmed by Emil’s spirit, did not give her the best of affection. He only secretly helped her out of his sight.

“Don’t you think you look ugly?”

“Always wear gloves and a mask. Whether at home or walking outside.”

Her father was not normally kind, but after she was burned, he completely lost his parental figure.

It was a terrible life. The maids and servants who supported her had left, and the new servants who had served her treated her like a machine. A glimpse of sympathy that sometimes seeped in the eyes of those machine-like servants, Marion hated madly.

living like dead

Anyway, I didn’t go out of the house. He hardly spoke at all while eating. The only person she could have a conversation with was the tutor given by her family. The tutor was an elderly woman. Except for him, Marion was alone. completely alone.

“I will be sold one day.”

That’s what Marion used to say when she was alone with her tutor. Marion’s expression when she said that was not pessimism or bitterness, but fear. The tutor quietly listened to Marion. She was always so anxious.

“My father thinks of me as useless.”

“My lady, you have to be strong.”

The tutor soothed Marion by saying that.

Marion knew very well that there were nobles with bizarre tastes. The frightening story someone had told her was still lingering in Marion’s head.

Pretending not to want salvation, she was hoping for salvation more than anyone else.

Marion was looking out the window that day too. Now I’m used to wearing a mask even when I’m alone. Marion touched the right side of her face. I can only feel the hard texture of the mask. On days when there were no home lessons, she secretly tended flowers in the mansion’s backyard, or read books from the library.

It was a time when the concept of salvation became ambiguous and I gave up on everything.

A knock was heard on the door.

“My lady, this is Jang.”

He was a servant who assisted his father right by his side. Marion agreed to come in.

“What are you here for?”

Marion’s voice was very small. I could barely hear what he was saying. As befits an excellent servant, Zhang understood her words at once.

“The master is calling.”

Marion’s left eyebrow, not covered by the mask, furrowed very slightly. Marion, full of anxiety, followed Jean, who was ahead. Had her father ever called her this way?

Marion stood still behind the door that Jean opened. The housekeeper’s study. My father greeted Marion with his usual indifferent and cold eyes.

“Sit there.”

Following her father’s orders, Marion sat down on the sofa in the library. There was the sound of a pen clicking on Emile Bordain’s papers. Marion’s minute passed like an hour. At last the sound of the pen stopped, and Emile Bordain walked across from Marion.

“Your betrothal has been decided.”

Marion’s face went white.

“It is the offspring of an apartheid baron. It looks like he graduated from the knight academy this time and is newly commissioned as a knight.”

“Father… I…”

Emile Bordain looked at Marion with cold eyes.

“Marion, how long will you remain a child?”

Marion shuts her mouth.

“Get ready to meet your fiancé tomorrow.”

“…Yeah.”

Emile Bordain issued a congratulatory order after simply throwing out his words.

oh

Marion thought it was over.

It may be the beginning of a more grandiose tragedy, or it may be the liberation of the current situation. Marion returned to her room, took off her mask, and cried.

She just didn’t know what to look like now.

—

Marion greeted the next day without a good night’s sleep.

Still, the maids did their best to decorate her, perhaps for the cause of welcoming her fiancé. For the first time in her life, Marion was properly groomed. Of course, it was for the sake of confronting the fiancé who could be the worst.

Marion looked in the mirror.

I had myself wearing a mask. She was confident, with a half-face, combing her long black hair, and wearing a white dress. The expression on his face was stiff. Those were the typical, lifeless eyes of a resigned person.

Marion raised her right hand and swept the mirror. A white glove was also worn on his right hand. Marion hated mirrors. I hated the mirror that showed me so clearly.

A knock was heard at the door.

“My lady, let’s go in.”

Marion gave permission to enter briefly.

The door opens.

And the person who appeared through the door

It was a light-brown haired, golden-eyed man with eyes remarkably similar to his own.