# Chapter 41: 41
Chapter 41
—...your Excellency?
But it seemed that Yves Russell was too busy at the time to attend to his visit.
He stepped forward gently and blocked the door, with a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face.
—I left a message through Allen. I said I'd call you.
—He told me, but there is something I need to tell him…
—Um, now it's a little...
Then, a clear, high-pitched voice was heard through the door.
—Yves Russell, you still don't have good manners with women. If there are guests, it is natural that they greet me and introduce them to me.
He bit his lips, chewed them, and then opened them once more.
With a forced smile, he opened the door.
—Come in, Radis. I will introduce you to my grandmother, the Marchioness of Russell two generations ago, Mariel Russell. You can call her old lady or simply ma'am.
Inside Yves Russell's salon was an elegant old woman, standing there as if she had stepped out of a painting.
Mariel Russell wore a large golden wig on her head and looked as dignified as a queen.
The corners of Yves Russell's lips twitched incessantly as he spoke.
"This is Miss Radis Tilrod."
—A young lady?
Mariel shook her head at Yves as if she was talking nonsense.
—Yves Russell, you must have learned to joke too.
—…
—…
While wearing David's pants, Radis stood with his legs together.
Seeing their expressions, Mariel realized that Yves was not joking.
Mariel spoke, nervous.
—Oh my God, why is a lady dressed like that?
Radis responded politely.
—Sorry, I don't have many clothes in my possession.
Shaaaaa!
It felt as if a midwinter wind from the north had passed between them.
Radis was used to that kind of situation, so it was fine. The discomfort inside that room belonged only to Yves and Mariel.
While Radis looked down, Yves was busy casting a reproachful look at Mariel. Meanwhile, Mariel was also busy looking at Yves as if she was blaming him.
—T-That's it!
Mariel's voice rose an octave higher out of embarrassment.
—It would be a problem if the lady was wearing that kind of clothing at this time of day! Yves Russell! You have no manners!
Yves' eyes told Mariel: "Please, please, stop it."
—She is my guest. Ma'am, I'll explain the circumstances to you later, so...
—What? Guest? You…!
Mariel's eyes widened in shock.
In recent years, Mariel Russell's attention has been focused solely on one thing.
The marriage of the current Marquess of Russell, his grandson!
Even today, she visited him just so she could scold him for it.
Now that he found a woman there in the farm, his thoughts naturally turned in that direction.
“I can't believe Yves has been hiding a woman!”
Mariel's eyes immediately swept over Radis' appearance.
She couldn't believe that.
Yves Russell was not as popular in high society, but he was still a Marquis.
His title of Marquis, his vast territory, his overflowing wealth, his youth.
There were many women who liked Yves Russell. He had it all.
Most of them would be willing to marry Yves, and they were all women from acceptable families.
But that girl...
"Tilrod?"
Marial tried to remember the Tilrod house, which was buried deep in her memories.
She was able to remember the name Tilrod thanks to the man called Alexis Tilrod, the 'Sword of Fire', who contributed to the founding of the Empire.
If there was only one ancestor half a millennium old to remember a family, then it must be a lousy home.
—But why? Why is she here?
Radis looked at Yves with an uncomfortable expression, and in return, Yves Russell gave him a smile.
It was even more suspicious to see them exchange a look like that.
Mariel screamed inwardly.
"No, no, no! I can't allow this!"
If so, then he needed to stop it from the beginning.
He would even do his best to never set foot in Marquisate Russell again!
—Did you say your name is Radis?
As she was called, Radis looked towards Mariel with wide eyes.
—Yes, ma'am.
—It doesn't matter what type of relationship you have, you choose. But it wouldn't look good for a single or unengaged woman to stay on another family's property right now.
Mariel spoke with an excessively cold tone.
—Did you get permission from your parents?
Excuse me, she said.
His parents practically sold Radis in exchange for money from Marquis Russell.
Radis's lips began to tremble slightly.
Seeing his expression, Yves Russell responded instead of Radis.
—Of course there is permission.
—Is there?
Even more surprised by that, Mariel looked alternately at Radis' trembling lips and Yves's rigid face.
When Radis was seen biting her lower lip, Mariel's resolve almost weakened, but she hardened her resolve at that moment.
He had to go right now.
—That can't be true! Who would send their daughter to the home of a man they are not married to?
Mariel glared at Radis fiercely as she said that.
"I can't even imagine how worried your parents must be!" Hurry up and return home. It's obvious that your parents are heartbroken by what you've done right now. Driving a nail into his parents' hearts like this is not the duty of a child, nor is it even the duty of any human being!
Valiz