A priest to contact right now?
Bradley nearly turned over the drawers of his desk, desperately searching for contact information.
The Wells family, known for giving the world generations of distinguished knights, was not a family that could be offended.
And it is not just that the Earl of Wells was the head of the Third Royal Order of Chivalry or that the Countess of Wells had extensive social connections.
But because the gold mining business, in which Baron Ambrose was so ardently interested at that time, was under the jurisdiction of the Wells family.
“Damn it, mining can only begin if Earl Wells agrees to the sale!”
If the Count had seen the bruise on Tilia's face and formed a bad opinion of her father, it would have been catastrophic.
"Stupid girl."
Bradley gritted his teeth at the astronomical cost of hiring a healer.
“I deliberately aimed at a hidden place on the head, but this stupid girl turned her head so that it wouldn’t hurt her so much...!”
Bradley turned over three boxes before finally finding the Viscount's address, which was connected to the temple, and breathed a sigh of relief.
But this relief did not last long. He soon remembered how difficult it was to appease this Viscount, and his expression hardened.
If he was in urgent need of a healer, how willing would this Viscount be to show his generosity?
“Should I just tell her to cover herself with her hair?”
...No. Bradley hastily shook his head, dismissing the idea that had momentarily occurred to him.
If the wind blows and this is discovered, there will be a serious problem. He flaunted her as the desired daughter of a loving father - he couldn't let that façade crumble now.
“Damn, how much money do I have to spend to fix just one bruise!?”
Bradley clicked his tongue as he looked at his stupid daughter standing there blankly. She had a decent enough face for him to raise her without shame, but she was more problematic than expected.
"Just graduate from the academy and I'll sell you to the highest bidder."
Bradley quickly counted the remaining money in the safe and motioned to Tilia.
- Go. I'll bring the healer before tomorrow evening.
Tilia bowed politely and left the room.
***
Click.
Closing the door behind her, Tilia lifted the corner of her mouth in a wry smile.
Idiot.
She was really going to meet Judy, but it wouldn't be tomorrow.
“He will have to spend a lot of time urgently calling a healer.”
To call a healer from the temple, it was necessary to notify at least three days in advance. If you wanted treatment earlier, you had to pay a hefty additional fee.
But even this was only possible with the necessary connections.
Climbing the stairs, Tilia laughed at her father, who would soon write an obsequious letter to a nobleman he barely knew.
The fate of the Ambrose family had nothing to do with her.
“No, it would be better if it collapsed. Then they wouldn’t be able to haunt me when I go to another country.”
She didn't care about the house as long as it remained intact until she left. Whatever happened to him after that was none of her business.
“And more importantly, where should I go tomorrow?”
Should she just dress up a little, go out and pretend she's met someone? Or should she actually contact Judy and set up a meeting tomorrow?
As she walked up the stairs, she planned what she would do the next day...
- Hey.
An unpleasant voice grabbed Tilia by the ankles. Turning her head, she saw George, who, looking at her, was breathing heavily as if he was in a hurry to catch up.
Tilia looked at her brother at the bottom of the stairs indifferently. Her face seemed to say, “If you have something to say, go ahead.”
- This is... hey, you!
George looked at her with dull eyes and puffed out his chest, as if hurt by having to think about her reaction.
- Listen, you shouldn’t just hang around the academy.
-......?
She wondered why he called out to her and that’s what was the matter.
Tilia's already cold gaze became even colder.
However, even under her scornful gaze, George continued.
- Uh, do you understand? Don't flirt with male professors to get good grades.
What does he think the academy is all about?
The idea that there would be students who would try to get better grades through such means, and professors who would fall for it, was right up his alley.
Not wanting to get into an argument, Tilia turned away from him.
- I haven’t done this and won’t do it.
- Who knows. It is known how cunning girls can be.
Tilia, who was about to ignore him and continue walking, suddenly stopped.
- “I can’t” or “I won’t” - that’s what girls think can help them get what they want, right? Maybe you also got marks with your face. Be honest. Have you really never visited the professor?
Is it because graduation is just around the corner? Or has her patience finally run out?
- I won't tell my father, just be honest with me. A? You really didn't go there?
Listening to his vile speeches became more and more unbearable.
Tilia slowly turned her head to look at her biological brother.
With his light brown hair and green eyes, he inherited his father's handsome features. And like his father, the only thing he had was a handsome face.
- Why should I go there?
Tilia spoke kindly to George, who, from the office to this place, constantly annoyed her.
“I’m not an idiot who couldn’t even pass the entrance exam like you.”
- Hey, you...!
When she directly pointed out the inferiority complex that made George pester her so persistently, he turned red with rage.
-You crazy bitch, what did you just say!?
- Do you have difficulty understanding? I said I'm not like you.
Tilia mocked him with a soft smile.
George Ambrose was a fool who applied to the Royal Acansis Academy five times but never came close to passing the exam.
- Well, that's all you see, right? People tend to think on their own level.
Tilia knew how deeply George felt the pain of failure.
And where did he decide to direct this failure?
- What makes you angry? That you are incompetent and women who are supposed to be shorter than you are actually much taller?
Raised as a prince in his family, George could not accept the fact that he was a nobody in the outside world.
Unable to accept this, he went so far as to convince himself that smart women resorted to cunning tricks to take his rightful place.
- But what can you do? This does not mean that there will be women ready to be with you.
However, just because he believed it did not make it true. The noble, intelligent ladies were not going to look differently at the baron's worthless son.
- Stop being obtrusive and just go and learn to do your job properly. If you lack intelligence, then at least persistence should be enough.
- How dare you...!
George ran up the stairs as if ready to grab Tilia by the hair.
Instantly closing the distance, he stared with bloodshot eyes and raised his fist high.
- Yes, you haven’t been beaten for a long time.
Just as his big fist cast a shadow on Tilia's head...
- If you want to hit me, go ahead.
Tilia raised the corner of her mouth as if she was expecting this.
- But you know that I'm meeting Judy tomorrow, right?
As expected, George's fist froze in the air.
- If you hit me, make sure it's in a place that no one can see. Oh, and don't think I won't tell Judy. You know I'm having dinner with the Wells family tomorrow, right? It'll be fun if I show up there limping. Don't you think so?
Looking at George's distorted face and his trembling fist floating in the air, Tilia chuckled.
Judy's mother, Countess Grace Wells, was renowned for her social connections. It was said that if she did not know a lady, then that lady was not yet a real lady.
Yes, he would be unpleasant if his true nature was revealed before marriage.
While George trembled with anger, unable to bring himself to hit her, Tilia openly grinned and half turned away.
“I heard you’ve been acting rather modest in public lately?” What, after you showed your pathetic true nature, high-born ladies stopped even looking in your direction?
- …Shut up. Until I beat the crap out of you.
- Good decision. Continue to be humble. This is the only way you will catch a rich, naive girl, like your father did.
- You damn bitch...!
Ignoring her brother's curses, which he could not restrain, Tilia walked up the stairs with a light step.