# Chapter 19: 19
Chapter 19
—W-what did you just say?!
Margaret's mouth was open.
—You, you...! Is this how you treat your mother?
—If you say that I need to be qualified as an elder sister to be called as such, shouldn't it be the same for a mother?
—You, youuu…!
Until then, the carriage had only been filled with heavy silence, but right now, the atmosphere became sharp and tears finally welled up in Jurich's eyes.
-Enough!
Jurich screamed at the top of his lungs.
—This is the worst! Who do you think is to blame for nothing going right?
Radis sighed.
If the carriage had not arrived at Marquis Russell's residence at that time, one of the three would have exploded.
Then Margaret made a fuss and calmed the crying Jurich.
—Yes, Jurich, you are right. A single loach turns an entire pond into mud. Oh, my daughter! Stop crying, your makeup is going to fall off.
Jurich looked at Radis with bloodshot eyes, biting his pink lips hard.
But Radis just shook his head as he watched Margaret take out a handkerchief and carefully wipe Jurich's eyes.
It had always been like this.
His family always blamed Radis for all their problems.
Because that was what she heard all the time, at some point she also thought the same thing: that the cause of the family's problems was really her.
Radis thought they didn't love her because she lacked something.
She thought she was the cause of her family's downfall, of the discord between Margaret and Zade, of David's poor swordsmanship, of Jurich's constant complaining and whining...
That's why she always tried to do her best.
Although he did nothing wrong, he had to struggle to make up for those shortcomings.
"I won't do that again."
Radis hardened his resolve as he got off the carriage along with Margaret and Jurich.
Seeing them appear, the manager announced in a clear voice the names and positions of the guests.
—The lady of the Tilrod house and two young ladies have arrived!
Radis widened his eyes and watched as the huge door of the banquet hall opened, opening a new world from within.
The attendant ushered them in, but there was no significant reaction to their entry.
The nobles inside the banquet hall expressed their indifference towards people from low-ranking households who did not even have any noble titles.
However, Margaret and Jurich had bright smiles on their faces as they dove straight into socializing.
—So, Radis, enjoy your first banquet.
Margaret's faint green eyes contained an indescribable sense of victory as she whispered to Radis.
Margaret certainly didn't take Radis so her daughter could have a good time.
She was there to be humiliated.
After all, she was wearing clown clothes.
What kind of position would she have in that world within a banquet hall?
Margaret wanted to make it clear that she wanted Radis to despair.
Alone.
Margaret left Radis alone and walked away, hugging Jurich's shoulders preciously.
—Oh, Viscountess Anton! It's been a long time already!
And it attracted the attention of many people by greeting them loudly.
When Margaret and Jurich disappeared, Radis was thrust into the spotlight.
Even those who only showed indifference towards low-ranking families were dumbfounded by Radis's attire.
At that, Radis smiled.
—In fact, I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror because I was also very surprised.
Margaret's goal of humiliating Radis in this way was achieved quite effectively.
She had never worn any pink clothing in her life, but it was through that experience that Radis realized that pink was not her color.
The bright pink silk made Radis' dark skin look even darker.
And apart from that, the eye-catching embellishments of the dress did not accentuate her good points, but rather the bad sides of her appearance.
His unconventional, square shoulders were exposed, along with the numerous small scars on his back from sword training. Furthermore, the ruffles of the dress's hideous skirt wrapped around her body in a way that made her look like a sponge.
Even Irene, who didn't like Radis at all, was speechless when she saw the dress.
—Don't pay attention to people's looks, Radis. These are people you will never meet again after this day.
Radis consoled herself and received a glass of champagne from an assistant, who looked at her the same way as Irene.
A sip of bitter champagne made his agitated heart calm down a little.
Radis turned away from the gaze of those people and headed to a corner of the banquet hall.
Fortunately, the third prince's birthday celebration was extravagant and large-scale so that a young girl in ill-fitting clothes was not a major distraction.
Valiz