I Don’t Trust My Twin Sister
I Don’t Trust My Twin Sister Side Story 6

The footsteps of the person walking through the Duke of Saffeldrick’s mansion were harsh and loud. Even those who were used to showing off their superiority would always tread carefully, trying to muffle their footsteps in this corridor, but not him. The man with black hair adjusted his monocle nervously and brushed his hair back irritably.

“Why the hell is this place so big!”

Muttering irritably, the man finally stopped and stared up at the ceiling. His eyes scanned the ceiling, like a magpie that had lost its home.

Passing servants glanced at him nervously, hurriedly distancing themselves, sensing that getting caught by him would lead to troublesome consequences.

But, one poor little servant, while passing by, was grabbed by the back of the neck.

“Eek!”

“Hey.”

“S-save me!”

The man narrowed his eyes. Save you? Who’s asking to be saved, and from whom? Was someone threatening him?

He tilted his head, looking around. Everyone was holding their breath, staring at him. Only then did he realize who was in need of saving.

The man, who had never hunted a single animal in his life, was now being accused of being a murderer out of nowhere.

He wanted to get angry, but there was something more urgent. Trying to calm his boiling anger, he spoke.

“Do you know a kid named Rick Vale?”

“Ri, Rick Vale?”

“Yeah, Rick Vale.”

The servant’s eyes grew wide. Rick Vale, Rick Vale. His panic-stricken brain scrambled to remember the name. Then, a name finally stuck in his mind.

“There’s only one person in this mansion who uses the Vale name.”

“Yeah, that damn kid.”

“…”

That damn kid. Vale was the son of Duke Basiron Saffeldrick, who doted on him to the point of spoiling him.

Vale was known as a refined young noble, but among the servants, he was infamous for his arrogance.

It was well-known that the Duke, the ruler of the household, who could make even a bird fall from the sky, had a son who couldn’t possibly be well-behaved. Because of this, home tutors often didn’t last more than a few days before quitting.

The servant, who had been frightened by the man earlier, now felt pity for him, inwardly clicking his tongue. He thought about how much pain this man must be suffering.

At the same time, he also wondered how long this man would last. Among the servants, it was common to bet on how long a home tutor could last with Vale.

“Can’t you hear me? Where’s that damn kid?”

“Ah!”

The servant gasped as the man’s sharp voice made him raise his arms. The man turned his head to check the path, then quickly spun around.

Looking at his back as he walked away, the servant let out a deep breath. In all his life, he never thought he would see someone call the young noble a brat in Saffeldrick Manor.

It was impressive, but he thought that it wouldn’t last long. No matter how high someone was, there was no one who could stand above Duke Saffeldrick. Unless they were royalty.

“Do you think he’ll last a week?”

The servant muttered as he turned around.


After getting lost twice more, the man finally managed to reach Vale’s room. After confirming that a maid had fled with a frightened face, the man knocked on the door.

Knock knock, the sound of knocking echoed, and a voice came from inside.

“Come in!”

Come in? His eyebrows twitched, but he set that aside. Opening the door and stepping inside, the man was immediately greeted by a sharp and youthful voice.

“What is it? Who are you?”

You… The man chuckled and looked around the room. This was exactly what it looked like when things were about to go completely wrong. This was a young noble’s room? A passing beggar would laugh.

Clothes were scattered everywhere, and unorganized items were strewn across the floor.

Still, the decorations were intact and clean, so it seemed like someone cleaned regularly. This, however, was clearly a mess that had only just happened.

The man closed the door behind him and approached the boy, who had just turned over 10 years old.

The boy’s eyes narrowed with a mischievous, almost evil grin as he stretched out his hand.

“Noble manners? That sounds good. I’m Rick Vale Saffeldrick. Nice to meet you.”

The man raised his chin slightly.

“Noble manners, huh…”

“What? You’re not a noble? Don’t you know the basics of etiquette?”

Is he really a typical noble? The times have changed. Nobles and commoners now live together, yet there are still people with such outdated ideas. They still think commoners are filthy and unworthy of association.

Rick Vale, withdrawing his hand in disgust, seemed to be one of those people.

“Kid.”

“Kid… what?”

Vale, who had been disgusted, muttered in a flustered voice. Then, he quickly composed himself and lifted his head.

“What did you just say…?!”

“Brat.”

“Do you even know who you’re talking to?”

“Yeah. I know.”

The man grinned. Reacting to the grin, Rick Vale sprang up like a spring and walked over to kick the man in the shin.

Although still young, the boy’s kick hit the man’s shinbone, and it was impossible not to feel pain. However, the man didn’t flinch. In fact, before he could even react, the man placed a hand on Vale’s head, blocking his approach.

“You—this filthy hand…!”

“Hm, judging by how light-headed you are, your brain is probably small. It’s completely empty.”

“Hey!”

Had anyone ever been so rude to him? Vale, shocked and angry, lashed out in irritation. The more he acted out, the calmer the man remained.

“Who are you? Huh?! What’s your name? Who are you to come here and act like this?!”

“Where did you learn to swear?”

“That’s none of your business! Now tell me your name! You’re in for it. I’m going to show you what real fear is. Huh? What’s your name?”

“Oh, my name? So, if I tell you my name, you’ll show me what real fear is?”

“Hmph. Of course. I’m Rick Vale. With just one word from me, I can ruin your job, family, friends, and all your wealth. How’s that? Scared?”

The man chuckled, a clear mockery. Just as Vale’s eyes were about to flare up, the man opened his mouth.

“Go ahead.”

“Tell me your name.”

“My name? Feldarn.”

“Feldarn?”

Vale’s eyes widened. Fool! He actually said it? Thinking he was going to take revenge for this, Vale quickly put on a grown-up expression and lifted his chin. His excited voice calmed down.

“Hey, Feldarn?”

“Yeah, you.”

The boy pointed a finger and opened his mouth again.

“If you apologize sincerely, I might let it go. Even though I look like this, I’m a generous person. So, if you kneel and bow your head, I’ll forgive you. How about it?”

Of course, he had no intention of forgiving. As soon as he left this room, he planned to tell Duke Saffeldrick about today’s incident and the man’s behavior.

Promises are meant to be broken. That was Vale’s life philosophy.

“You’re telling me to kneel?”

Feldarn gazed at Vale’s arrogant expression and tilted his head slightly. Why did such a stubborn child have to be born? He had a child of his own, but that child wasn’t nearly as audacious as Vale. He could now somewhat understand why teachers quit their jobs.

With a relaxed smile, Feldern kneeled before Vale. Vale, whose eyes shone with the belief he had won, opened his mouth wide.

As Vale’s smile reached his ears, Feldern completed his kneel and looked directly into his eyes.

“Alright. Since you knelt, I’ll let it go. Got it?”

“Thank you.”

“Hmph. You should consider yourself lucky. If I set my mind to it, I could take your family’s wealth, your family, and everything else. Got it?”

“Who’s going to do that?”

“Who, you ask? Do you even know who my father is?”

“Who is he?”

“Hah, you had no idea? How foolish are you? How did you live this long not knowing something so basic? Tsk tsk, fine. I’ll tell you.”

The boy raised his hand and placed it proudly on his chest, smiling triumphantly.

“The person in front of you, that’s me, Rick Vale, the young lord of this castle and the rightful heir of the Saffeldrick family! In other words, my father is the owner of this castle, Duke Saffeldrick. Got it? Surprised?”

Feldarn nodded calmly at the proud boy’s voice.

“Yeah, I’m surprised.”

“Heh, I knew you would be. So, from now on, whenever you see me, bow your knee and greet me, and there’ll be a golden road ahead of you…”

“I don’t need a golden road.”

“Why?”

“I’ve got enough gold.”

“…What?”

What nonsense is this? The boy muttered, tilting his head, but Feldern paid it no mind. The boy’s mouth opened again.

“If I ask my dad, he’ll give you a promotion and everything…!”

“You think that’s going to happen?”

“Huh?”

“If you ask your father, do you think I could become a prime minister?”

“Ah, father? What prime minister? Hey! You think it’s that easy? And calling him your ‘father’! You’d better apologize for that mistake, or I’ll have your head right now!”

Vale, with his veins bulging, glared at Feldarn and raised his finger in a panic. Looking at Vale’s reaction, Feldarn began to show a slightly annoyed expression. He had intended to play with him, but since the conversation hadn’t changed in tone, he was getting tired of it. Teasing a noble young lord was amusing for a while, but listening to it for too long was just a bother.

Seeing Feldarn’s change in expression, Vale must have sensed something was wrong and began to back away. But Feldarn wasn’t letting him go. He reached out, grabbed Vale’s head, and pulled him back.

“Ugh!”

“Hey, damn brat.”

“D-damn…!?”

“What was it you were saying earlier? About my family’s wealth, and your family, and your future career? What about that? Do you think you can just take our family’s wealth? How do you plan on doing that?”

“You… you’re making a big mistake! If I say one word…!”

“Really? Let’s test it out.”

Feldarn grinned and took a deep breath. Then, with a loud voice, the room echoed.

“Vesillon, you XXX!”

Vale’s mouth dropped open. What did he just hear? His mind couldn’t make sense of the situation, and confusion set in.

In his life, he had never heard anyone insult Duke Saffeldrick, his own father. A sense of both curiosity and worry washed over him.

“W-were you from the royal family?”

Feldarn shook his head.

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