Extra 7

Shepherd (7)
I heard that a visitor had come, and I found a glimmer of hope.
I thought that useless lawyer had found a way to rescue me.

However—

"Long time no see."

"What... Mirial?"

"Don't address the young lady so familiarly. Know your place."

The visitor for the meeting was Mirial and the inept lawyer.

Who is this man, looking at me with disdain?
No, that's not important right now.

"Mirial! You've come to help me, right! Get me out of here quickly... I'll forgive your past insolence."

It wasn't Mirial's true intention, even though things happened that way.
Most likely, she was instructed by her parents to do that.

Even though our engagement was broken off, she still hasn't married, meaning she hasn't forgotten about me.
She came to visit me to pay my bail, right?

"You seem to be deteriorating, idiot."

"Huh?"

"How did you come to such a conclusion? I'm here as a proxy."

"A proxy?"

"Originally, I should have come alone."

I'm getting irritated by the lawyer's arrogant attitude, but what's even more unpleasant is Mirial's attitude.

"What are you talking about?"

"What are YOU saying? Honestly, I never want to see you again, but I didn't want to bother Lady Marie, so I came on her behalf."

"Originally, the victim of marriage fraud, the young lady, didn't need to go this far."

"It's fine. I'm serving Lady Marie now."

What did she just say?
Mirial is serving Marie?

"Lady Marie has now become a Countess."

"What?"

"It's unusual for a woman to be granted a title, but it's almost unheard of to be given the title of a Countess. And Lord Henry, her husband, has been granted the position of a Marquis. They are now part of the Royal family."

"That's a lie! That's impossible!"

"Oh? You're not aware of anything? Allow me to enlighten you before the prerequisites."

Mirial smiled provocatively.
In the past, I might have praised her beauty, but now she looked like a devil to me.

I don't want to hear this.

My instincts are telling me not to listen.

"He remarried the former Duchess. And to top it off, she gave birth to a son."

"... Stop it."

"Lady Oriana is a former Royal. Her child will have a claim to the throne."

"Stop..."

"Lord Diaz has been granted the title of Duke. His trust from His Majesty the King is only increasing..."

"Stop iiiiit!"

I didn't want to hear anymore.

Why am I the only one suffering like this?

I absolutely refuse to accept it.

 

 

But then, God was about to make me taste even more despair.