I, Who Was Dismissed as Worthless Failure by my Family and Fiancée, Discovered I had Reincarnated as a Game Character I Raised with Great Care and Vowed to Take Control of my Life and Defy Anyone who Opposes Me.

I, Who Was Dismissed as Worthless Failure by my Family and Fiancée, Discovered I had Reincarnated as a Game Character I Raised with Great Care and Vowed to Take Control of my Life and Defy Anyone who Opposes Me. - Chapter 71: You Drew Your Sword, Didn't You?

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Chapter 71: You Drew Your Sword, Didn’t You?

“Hey, you bastard! Kaisar! Where do you think you’re going?”

As it is a waste of time to deal with someone blocking my path and shouting insults at me, I attempt to forcefully pass by them.

However, Olivia Gran Hohenzollern, Liliana’s servant, grabbed my shoulder with her gorilla-like grip and forcibly stopped me.

“If my memory serves me correctly, you’re Olivia Gran Hohenzollern, right?”

“Don’t you dare address me so casually, you trash!”

“… It’s not a big deal, but if I remember correctly, your family has served the imperial family for generations. Yet, weren’t you a marquess? When did marquisates become more important than duchies? Have they become so great that you can call me by my name and stop me by grabbing my shoulder? Perhaps you’re ignorant of proper manners. Let me, the kind one, educate you. Marquisates are of lower status than duchies, so disrespecting me to this extent could lead to your decapitation on the spot. Additionally, as Liliana’s personal attendant and guard, why are you leaving her unattended? If you can’t even perform the job entrusted to you correctly, why don’t you consider giving up your rank? Also, I have no reason to stay at school after class for so long, so please let me go already.”

“Huh… Ugh…”

Olivia seemed taken aback by my unexpected response, with a startled expression like a pigeon caught off guard.

Perhaps Olivia thought I would apologize as usual. Her reaction suggests that she never expected the counterattack.

“What… What do you think you’re doing, you little worm? Don’t you even know right from wrong?” She angrily retorted, drawing her sword out of its scabbard and pointing it toward me.

“Hey, did you draw your sword?”

At first, I only intended to voice my thoughts and leave without confrontation if she didn’t retaliate. But now that she’s provoked me, it’s a different story.

“So what if I draw my sword? Don’t you understand the significance of making me do so?”