A rare magical miracle in the world

But they were just the lower-class people from the slums, how much cunning did Flai employ to become a knight’s attendant?

In the eyes of the poor, this was simply an impossible feat!

Yet, Flai succeeded, he achieved his first small goal.

"I, I don’t want it to be like this..."

Flai wanted to say, if he were more handsome, with his skills, seducing a few lonely noblewomen would have been a cinch, right?

Unfortunately, his looks made Flai feel the distortion of the world, and its cruelty.

"This is already the best outcome."

Flai said, "You should be clear about the life of commoners, if you chose to live on your terms, what the outcome would be, do I need to say more?"

With Ireina’s beauty, she would definitely be coveted by others.

That whole idea of living an ordinary life, simply and plainly.

Stop dreaming, it’s simply impossible.

Even if she had a husband, if the husband were incompetent, her fate would be too tragic for Flai to remind her of.

Therefore, Flai’s decision and choice were not wrong, Ireina’s looks had destined her fate to be entwined with the powerful.

Flai would protect her, keep her from becoming a plaything, and even as the lady of the house, take control of her own destiny.

"Must she be oppressed by the fat pigs?"

Ireina trusted her brother, Flai had sacrificed so much since they were children to protect her.

His groveling and fawning had all been for survival, for her protection, and he had no other choice.

As for the notion that Flai had always lusted after Ireina’s beauty, seeking to trade on her looks for his own wealth and glory, that was laughable.

After all, Ireina had been quite unattractive as a child and only started to blossom at 14, then she grew more and more beautiful.

"To protect oneself, one must possess power."

Flai said, "Back when you were just a black-haired girl, I, a rat from the sewers, could protect you with my life."

"But now, you have become a swan, and I am no longer capable of protecting you as I am."

This was why Flai strained every nerve to become a knight’s attendant, because only with this status could he barely protect his sister.

"I’m sorry."

Ireina knew her brother didn’t mean to use her, he was right, only by becoming Upper Tier folks could they avoid being bullied.

"Think of it as being bitten by a dog."

Flai stroked his sister’s hair, aware of her situation, she was nothing but a vase.

Neither particularly evil nor particularly ambitious!

Luckily, Flai knew an ancestral secret that could make her even bigger.

"Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control, you just, just need to be bitten by the dog a few times."

So Ireina was just a tool, crushed by pigs, working, crushed again, bearing children, eating, and once more crushed.

All the pressure would be borne by Flai, who would lay out the plans carefully, managing the situation well.

"I’m confident, at most in ten years," Flai said, "the fat pig will die, and the Mordi Family will be ours." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"..."

Ireina understood her brother’s ambition, her children couldn’t always possess the Mordi Family, but Ireina didn’t crave power or status, she simply yearned for a peaceful life.

And she believed Flai would not let her down.

Flai had many vices, but he never betrayed his family.

Even though their mother had never really taken care of them, Flai had still gone to great lengths to seek treatment for her when she was ill.

He was a despicable man, yet a good brother, a good son.

"Can I get to eat snow puffs?"

Snow puffs, a delicacy similar to cream puffs, were a treat only the Upper Tier could enjoy.

Ireina had once had the fortune to see these treats, and her desires were not high; getting to eat them would be enough to content her.

"When the time comes, eat as many as you like."

"You just relax."

Flai assured, "I will, I will definitely take good care of you..."

"Dong~~ Dong~~~"

The bells of the Ancient City Xilu’en tolled, from a centuries-old bell tower that seemed to have been built by the People of Yatun when they first landed ashore.

"Are the best fish gathered here then?"

"Yes, Master Flai."

"Hmm, your calling me ’Master’ is quite pleasing, it carries a third of my own flair."

Flai lifted his hand, patted the fishmonger’s face, "That slap you once gave me, I’ll let bygones be bygones."

"It’s nothing, I was blind before."

The fishmonger hastily smacked himself several times, "Don’t dirty Master Flai’s hands, I’ll do it, I’ll do it myself."

"Slap! Slap!"

"That’s enough."

Flai was satisfied with the other’s attitude: "Our master is hosting a banquet for an important person tonight, bring up the best you have here."

Arrogant and wild.

This was not Flai’s true nature; he was actually a very dependable person.

But how could such a person be trusted?

Even the Mordi family head wasn’t a fool; only if Flai were enough of a fool, pleased with petty success, would they feel more at ease.

Because an arrogant man could be killed off easily, posing no threat whatsoever.

"This Di Fish is not bad."

"Master Flai really has taste," said the fishmonger, "This Di Fish just came in this morning, easily worth 30 silver coins."

"Forgot to mention," said Flai, "the important person our master is hosting tonight is the head of the Mordi Family."

"This!"

The fishmonger quickly added, "Such a rare and plump Di Fish, only a gentleman like Mr. Mordi deserves to enjoy it."

"How much?"

"You, you must be joking, take it, just take it, it’s my honor."

"I will pass on this favor to the two gentlemen."

Although Flai said this, the fishmonger was well aware that it was just lip service—Flai had no intention of mentioning his name."