# Chapter 30: 30
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When Marquis Russell arrived at the gates of the Tilrod mansion, the household servants who greeted him almost felt like they couldn't breathe.
In the region south of the River Plate, there was no one who did not know the reputation of Marquis Russell.
Furthermore, "that" Yves Russell became even more famous when he obtained the title. Or perhaps, more notorious than famous, because anyone in the south must have already heard at least once the horrible rumors that surrounded him.
Whether the monsters had taken his soul, whether they had placed a curse on him, or whether he was actually a monster himself.
However, aside from such horrible rumors, the mansion's servants instinctively had to lower their heads when Yves came into view.
There was a natural instinct in people to recognize someone who exuded the air of a ruler.
Those who lowered their heads to bow looked at each other.
That was the kind of man Yves Russell was.
Once in front of him, Zade and Margaret, like the servants, could only think that they wanted to bow their heads.
But they were the owners of that mansion, so they had to resist that urge.
Zade and Margaret greeted the Marquis, feeling that their lifespan was shortening in the process.
—Excellence, Marquis, it is an honor to meet you.
—N-our residence is not much, but please come in.
David was wearing his best suit and Jurich was wearing his most expensive dress. Even so, they did not dare to raise their heads and stared at the ground.
—Excellency, it is an honor to meet you. I am the eldest son of the Tilrod family, David Tilrod.
—I'm Jurich.
Yves Russell did not even respond to their submissions. He just nodded slightly.
He then took off his gloves and handed them to a servant, then walked calmly towards the mansion.
Dazed, Zade and Margaret could only follow him, like servants, instead of guiding him to their own home.
Marquis Russell entered the living room without further ado, as if he had been inside that mansion dozens of times, sitting, naturally, on the best lounger in the room.
After which, with her long legs spread, she looked at Zade and Margaret as if telling them to sit down.
The master and mistress of Tilrod Manor sat expressionlessly on small chairs, one after the other, without even perceiving that this progression was strange.
—The reason I'm here...
Marquis Russell spoke languidly.
At his words, Zade and Margaret stared at the Marquis's lips, captivated, not wanting to miss a single detail.
—...it's because what I need is in this place.
Zade and Margaret looked at each other.
As if the answers were written on everyone's faces.
What does the Marquis need?
There's no way something like that existed at the Tilrod mansion.
But the Marquis was there, so it had to be.
Zade spoke hurriedly.
—If you tell me what it is, then…
Margaret belatedly nudged her husband in the side.
As Zade silently growled, she hastily added.
—C-can you tell us what it is? Is there something the Marquis wants inside the Tilrod mansion…?
And he responded simply.
—Radis Tilrod.
—…!
Zade and Margaret's eyes widened considerably.
When they made such stunned expressions, the two whose features looked nothing alike suddenly became similar.
Instead of Zade, who was so nervous that he couldn't say anything, Margaret asked.
—Radis Tilrod... by that, do you mean the eldest daughter of the family?
"Are there two Radis Tilrods here?"
—No, of course not. But why would I need that girl...?
Marquis Russell, who was indifferently looking away, turned to Margaret.
His eyes were covered by his bangs that were wavy at the ends, but when their gazes met, the only thing she could feel was his coldness.
Without even realizing it, Margaret tilted her head.
Marquis Russell stared at Margaret and spoke at this moment:
—I hope you don't make me repeat what I said. I need Radis Tilrod. So tell me, will you give it to me or not?
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