The Male Lead Is In Charge Of The Successor

 Late morning close to noon. Raven, who had been sitting at his desk since morning studying eventually felt the limit of his patience.

I don’t understand why I have to study like this from the moment I wake up? Shouldn’t the lower ones do these things and I just have to learn how to manage them?’

 Raven felt useless studying economic theory, economic theory, and mathematics.

 Regardless of whether the empire was supported by tattoos from generation to generation, the Basquiella family which served as the most chancellors had received intensive education from an early age. It was basic education to run countless businesses and families.

 However, rather than studying like this, Raven, who likes to swing his sword and play, felt this was meaningless.

 “My father is too. He only asked for two more years. How can you stand that?”

 He had to be 12 to enter the imperial academy. Raven, however, was only given time to apply until he was 10 years old, and unfortunately failed to get into school. Because of this, he had to sit here and receive an education.

 Raven glared at the book with numbers written on it, which made his head hurt just by looking at it, and eventually threw it.

 “Beat it!” Even if you don’t learn these things, you won’t have trouble making a living!”

 Raven jumped up from his seat to open the door. The knights guarding the door looked back at Raven, who came out earlier than usual.

 “You can’t leave now, young master.”

 “I have a headache, so I need to rest.”

 “If you are sick, I will bring you medicine. But you can’t leave. Geral… … .”

 “Ah, I need to rest because my head hurts?! Are you willing to take responsibility if I fall sick? And who are you to do it to me?”

“… … .”

 “Move! I’m liable to turn around if I stay in that room, so right now… … .”

 “Raven.”

 As Raven forced his knight to flee and tried to escape, he felt his spine rise at the familiar low voice calling his name.

 When Raven glanced behind him, Gerald looked at him with an attendant. Raven swallowed his saliva at the sight of him looking at himself with dry eyes that did not change his expression. The dignified expression that had nothing to hide from a while ago disappeared and a frightened face said, “Father… … that is… … .” He carefully opened his mouth.

 “You haven’t listened to me for a week.”

 However, Gerald, who mercilessly cut Raven’s words, clicked his tongue as if he was pathetic.

 “What did I tell you?”

 “… father told me not to come out of that room when the sun was up until he said yes.”

 “however.”

 Raven bit his lip at the voice that jumped out of the house without a chance to excuse himself.

“You left your room without my permission, and the sun hadn’t set.”

“I’m sorry, Father, but my head hurts so much and it’s so complicated that I thought I’d take a break.”

“You’re making excuses again.”

Gerald gestured for the servant to enter the room. Once inside, the servant retrieved the book Raven had thrown away earlier and held it out to Gerald. Raven’s eyes widened at the sight of the book.

“I can’t believe this is all I’ve done in that room for a week.”

A dry smile tugged at Gerald’s mouth corners.

“Perhaps I overestimated you.”

“Oh, no! I’m planning to try really hard next time and make sure……!”

“I’m sick of hearing ‘next time,’ and you don’t have to tell me how much shame and embarrassment you caused.”

“Please forgive me, I’ll be fine , next time, ah, no, right now……!”

Terrified, Raven trembled pitifully. Raven, still shaking in fear of Gerald, dropped to his knees. His sudden behavior caused a stir in the room, but Gerald only looked at him dryly.

“I’m about to get in there right now and study hard, so please forgive me…….”

“…….”

Gerald’s eyes narrowed as he stared at his son on bended knee.

How pathetic.

“Here we are,” Gerald said in a low voice. A servant whispered behind him. Gerald glanced behind him and frowned slightly.

“Father… … .”

 “Did you say Eisel Letania? The daughter of the Aspencer family, whose name I have never heard of.”

 “yes?”

 Suddenly, what is that girl’s name so strange? Gerald threw a book at Raven, who opened his eyes blankly.

 “The child is here now. She said she saw your father.”

 “Ha, Grandpa?”

 Gerald pulled out white gloves from his pocket, put them on, and spread his fingers. Pointing to the book that had fallen on the floor, Gerald spoke low.

 “If in the next exam that child… No, it would be better to be prepared if you lose to the other guys as well.”

 Gerald left him without saying a word and then turned around and left without a word. Raven, who watched his estranged father with trembling eyes, shook his head. The knights standing around wondered if they should help Raven, but he just watched quietly lest he get angry if he touched it.

 After a while, Raven, who had been sitting on the floor, quietly entered the room holding a book. His pitiful shoulders were visible through the closed door and Tung! Disappeared with a sound. When Raven disappeared, the hallway became quiet as if he had never heard of it.

 The knights looked at the tightly closed door and stared straight ahead with faces that said nothing had happened.

***

“Please wait here for a moment.”

The young butler ushered Eisel and Véric into the parlor and disappeared quietly. A maid approached, set down tea and refreshments, and retreated, leaving the two alone in the spacious parlor. Véric looked around the room, realizing the Basquiella family’s wealth, but it was not time to admire it.

He’d heard what Eisel told him yesterday, and he knew what she would say today. He’d hurt his precious grandson, and he’d make sure he got what he deserved.

A broken nose or a broken leg would not have mattered to Raven after the horrible things she said to Eisel. But would the Duke of Basquiella understand?

The Duke of Basquiella could have excluded Eisel from class. For her sake, it felt better if she didn’t go. However, if she wanted to leave, there was no stopping her. Beauregard felt he had to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness.

That’s why he called her. He had to ask for forgiveness for the still young Eisel.

“Daddy, this is delicious.”

Beoric’s eyes widened at the cookie held out to him. Eisela smiled broadly as he held the cookie out for him. The nervousness melted away with her innocent smile, and he patted her head.

“Daddy’s fine, so eat lots of cookies.”

“There’s plenty here.”

True to her word, the basket was filled with cookies. Back in the day, Aspencer could have given you a basket full of cookies like that. Beoric took the cookie from Eisel’s hand and munched on it.

“Delicious!”

“Yep. Delicious.”

Eisel smiled wryly at Beoric’s grin and picked up another cookie.

‘What should I say?’

Eisel wasn’t the only one wondering what to say to Duke Basquiella. However, she didn’t show it, and even as she chewed on her cookie, she thought long and hard about what to say. It was inexcusable enough that an adult was involved in a child’s fight, but the Duke of Basquiella?

Aizel felt unfairly slighted by the connections, but she knew she couldn’t help it. This is a class society.

“You have been waiting for a long time. His Excellency wishes to see you.”

“Where do I go?”

“He’s in the Oval Office. Let me show you.”

The young butler opened the door and led the way.

Beoric patted Eisel on the head as she ate a cookie. “Let’s go,” he said, and helped her stand up. The butler, who had been waiting for them in the doorway, turned to make sure they were following and started walking.

After passing through a hallway with more ornate frames, paintings, and furniture than the classroom, the butler reached an enormous door. After explaining it to the knights, slowly opened it.

Eisel tilted her head, but the butler looked at the two of them and told them to hurry in. Beoric paused for a moment in confusion, but then he took Eisel’s hand and led her into the office.

As soon as they were inside, the door slammed shut. Along with the sound, a calm and cool air enveloped the two as if they had entered another world. Beoric swallowed hard and gripped Eisel’s hand tighter.

“Come this way.”

A voice rang out from inside, with a low, heavy bass. The two turned to see a man seated at a desk in the far corner of the room. He looked more like a middle-aged man than an elderly man. Beoric swallowed hard.

“Duke Bahidman Basquiella.”

He recognized the man from afar, a high-ranking nobleman who was always surrounded by people, and who was known by all who met him. To see such a man in front of him. Beoric gestured with his hand, urging Vahid forward.

Tearing his eyes away from the papers, Bahidman stared at the approaching pair. When they stopped from his desk, Bahidman leaned back and clasped his hands. When they moved closer, he twitched his mouth corner.

“If anyone sees me, they’ll think I’m eating you. Come closer. I don’t eat.”

“Yes……?”

The voice was softer than expected, and he paused in confusion. Eisel glanced up at him, then stepped forward. He followed her lead, his small frame twitching as he moved.

As they approached Bahidman, Eisel glanced at the pile of cloth bags beside him.

Food?

Bahidman lowered his gaze from Beorik to Eisel and stared at her. Eisel looked away from the food and back at Bahidman.

‘Are you glaring at me? I think you’re angry.’