I Won’t Pick Up The Trash I Threw Away Again - Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Who is driving whom to molester?

Even in the midst of the chaos, Aldor’s voice reached my ears clearly.

My heart was still pounding and my hands and feet were still shaking, but I had to say something. I couldn’t stand still like a fool and be beaten.

“…I definitely said no to Lord Hutton.”

I said, squeezing out a voice that didn’t come out well forcibly.

“I’ve told him again and again that he shouldn’t do this. But Lord Hutton ignored my words and tried to do it against my will.”

“She’s lying!”

Aldor immediately refuted my words.

“If Lady Thebesa didn’t want to do that with me, there’s no reason for her to lie in my bed, in my room!”

“That’s true.”

Marquis Hutton nodded, listening to Aldor rather than me.

Marquis Hutton’s behavior was not surprising. Because it was natural for his arms to bend inward.

[T/N: the arms bend inward means that you are more affectionate to people close to you than to people you don’t know.]

“Did Sir Thebesa really lie in that man’s bed first?”

I nodded to Diane’s question.

“Look at that! I told you Lady Thebesa seduced me first!”

Then Aldor exclaimed triumphantly.

Everyone’s eyes fell on me.

It was obvious what would happen next.

Everyone would look at me with contempt, just as the people of the Count of Thebesa did in the past. No matter what I said, they wouldn’t believe it.

Of course, I already thought they would also…

“There must be some misunderstanding.”

Diane’s subsequent attitude was completely beyond my expectations.

“Sir Thebesa wouldn’t have done something like seducing Lord Hutton!”

Even after hearing that… she still trusts me?

I was stunned, rather than happy.

I stared at Diane blankly and Diane grabbed my shoulder and asked.

“Am I right, Sir Thebesa? There’s another reason, right?”

“…yes.”

Thanks to Diane’s trust in me, I was able to talk more easily.

“It wasn’t my will that I came to this room. The servant brought me here because I was drunk.”

“Even so, it is true that Sir Thebesa was lying on my son’s bed first.”

Marquis Hutton suddenly intervened.

“So it’s only natural for Aldor to be misunderstood.”

Natural? Such nonsense.

“I already told Lord Hutton that there was definitely some misunderstanding and begged him to not touch me.”

“Is that so, Aldor?”

“I have never heard of such a thing.”

Aldor denied it firmly, feigning innocence.

“Aldor said he never heard of that though.”

Naturally, Marquis Hutton took Aldor’s words.

I replied without giving up.

“Once again, I definitely said that.”

“I told you I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

Due to Aldor’s repeated lies, the endless battle continued.

Not to mention the whereabouts of the servant who took me to the room were unknown, he was not found even though Marquis Hutton sent the butler to find him.

Because of that, I couldn’t prove that it wasn’t my will to come into this room.

In addition, as Marquis Hutton continued to take Aldor’s side, the situation gradually became unfavorable to me.

Diane was working hard on my side, but there was a limit because she didn’t know the whole situation.

It was when the useless battle was getting longer and we were getting tired of each other.

“Let’s do this instead then.”

Marquis Hutton sighed and settled the situation.

“It seems that you’re both at fault, so let’s bury it as it is.”

Bury… you say?

“Isn’t that good for you too, Sir Thebesa? There’s nothing good about a noble lady being caught up in such a scandal.”

At first glance, it seemed like it was for me, but it was for Aldor, not me. Because if this scandal spread, even if it wasn’t as bad as mine, Aldor would be in trouble as well. And the fact that I wasn’t an ordinary noble lady, but an aide to the emperor would also take a role. So, it was clear that Marquis Hutton was trying to cover up his son’s fault by burying it.

Marquis Hutton knows everything, huh?

That Aldor is lying.

That he did something bad.

If he had believed Aldor’s words, he would have tried to find out every single detail and reveal it to the public, rather than burying it.

I also thought that maybe the person who came up with this was Marquis Hutton. That’s why Aldor was very confident when he tried to do something to me.

I can’t believe a rich man is doing something like this on purpose.

My anger soared.

“You think so too, don’t you, Sir Thebesa?”

But I couldn’t say anything because what Marquis Hutton said was true even if I didn’t want to admit it.

For me, it would have been better for this incident to be buried as it was rather than be known to the public.

And as expected, I was hoping for that too.

…am I really hoping for that?

At the sudden question, I clutched the blanket.

Actually, I didn’t want this to be buried. I wanted Aldor, who gave me terrible memories, to pay the price and suffer the same as me. But it was practically impossible. Because I lost more than he suffered.

If so… I want to receive a proper apology.

“Sir Thebesa?”

“…no. I won’t let it slide.”

I said, clutching my spirit stone necklace.

“Until Lord Hutton sincerely apologizes to me, I will never let it slide.”

Marquis Hutton frowned at my words.

“Does that mean Aldor was at fault? Aldor says it’s Sir’s fault though.”

“We will see whose fault it is.”

“How are you going to check it?”

“Sacred trial, isn’t it the simple way to do that?”

In an instant, the atmosphere froze. Everyone’s eyes fell on me.

Sacred trial.

It was a method usually used to obtain a confession from a malicious criminal, and like its word, this trial was nothing more than mental torture. After the sacred trial, many people lost their minds and couldn’t live a proper life.

When I said I would do it, everyone was so surprised.

“Is the Lady seriously going to do the sacred trial?”

Marquis Hutton must have been so surprised that he called me Lady, not Sir.

I nodded, tightening the hand holding the necklace.

“Yes.”

“…if you’re thinking of threatening me and Aldor with that, stop it.”

“I have no intention of threatening you. I just want to make it clear that what I’m saying is true.”

“Ho.”

Marquis Hutton clicked his tongue and swept his hair up.

“Father…”

Aldor called Marquis Hutton with an anxious face.

He seemed to want to run to Marquis Hutton right away, but he couldn’t because Hiltine was right next to him.

“Are you okay with that?”

Diane also asked me worriedly.

Of course not. It was said that there were people who died of a mental breakdown because of the sacred trial, so I couldn’t be okay doing the trial. But if I didn’t do this, they would never admit their fault, so I had no choice but to do it.

Of course, there’s a possibility that they wouldn’t admit it until the end. Then at that time… they had to face the sacred trial. I wanted to at least make it clear that I wasn’t at fault.

After thinking for a while, Marquis Hutton opened his mouth again.

“…all right, let’s do the sacred trial.”

“Father!”

Aldor jumped to his feet and called Marquis Hutton.

As soon as Aldor did that, Hiltine pressed his shoulder and pushed him down again.

I glanced at Aldor, then again at Marquis Hutton.

He looked calm on the outside, but if you looked closely, his eyes were trembling.

He’s agitated, huh? Well, of course, he is.

“When would be good to hold the trial?”

“It’s a bad thing, so there’s no need to drag it long, right? Let’s request the temple right now and hold it.”

I had to finish it at once because I didn’t know what kind of work they would do if I gave them time.

Marquis Hutton thought for a moment and then called the butler.

“Get the carriage ready! I’m going to the temple right now!”

If we did the sacred trial, it would be clear that this was Aldor’s fault. So, what’s he counting on? Could it be that I was wrong that Marquis Hutton was involved in this?

I was skeptical, but I didn’t bother to ask because everything would be revealed after the sacred trial.

I changed my torn dress while the carriage was being prepared.

Even at this moment, I was worried Aldor and Marquis Hutton might be doing something strange, but fortunately, Sir Hiltine kept a good watch on Aldor.

But why is Sir Hiltine, who should be in the capital, here?

A question that I didn’t think of earlier because I was out of my mind suddenly popped up.

I’ll have to ask him after the sacred trial.

…if my sanity is still intact.

After changing my clothes, Diane clung to me.

“Are you really okay with that, Sir Thebesa?”

I wasn’t okay, but I pretended not to be and nodded.

“You’re lying.”

Then Diane shouted with a serious look.

“You’re not okay. Because of such a guy, you even have to do the sacred trial, there’s no way you are okay!”

“Such a guy… he’s a marquis’s son, Sir Andrian.”

“I don’t even give a sh*t if he’s a marquis’s son! For a molester, even the title of such a guy is a shame!”