Redemption of the Blue Rose Princess - Chapter 9.2
Riddhe was convinced that Albert was hiding something from him.
With that in mind, Riddhe pretended to watch the servant leave the room and quietly sneaked out to follow him.
Riddhe had spent a lot of time with Albert, thus, he was familiar with even the slightest change in the young servant’s behavior. In addition, even though he often misunderstood other people’s feelings due to his arrogance, Riddhe was still a sensitive
person by nature.
I can’t believe that this me has to sneak out like a thief inside my own estate.
Riddhe shrugged his shoulders as he used everything that could shield him from Albert’s views, whether if they were pillars or walls while tailing the young servant.
As the heir of the family, it’s important to have an understanding of what kind of person that father has to deal with as a duke. He proceeded while making that self-justification, though he still felt a little guilty as his upbringing was strict due to his father’s education.
Aside from that, there was this sense of discomfort he felt back during the Privy Council meeting.
He knew that while his father was not afraid of the royalty’s authority, he valued order more than anything. And that father of him actually went as far as inciting everyone with vague ideas and sowed the seed of chaos inside the other nobles’ minds.
Even if his father was trying to stop that Cromwell’s and the Chancery’s momentum, the method he used was simply outrageous…
However, he still respected his father and he couldn’t bring himself to doubt him, so Riddhe threw that doubt away to the back of his mind. However, he was still curious about the mysterious visitor, so he continued his action anyway.
There was also this faint sense of discomfort, something that he previously felt back when he was doing his duty as a member of the Kingdom’s delegation in Eardal.
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I’ll be the greatest man, just like my father! Worthy of the Sutherland name!
Those were Riddhe’s words back when he was still a little child.
From the time he was born, he had everything, readily available around him. Honorable bloodline, the same bloodline that had been supporting the royal family since the dawn of the Kingdom. A great father who stood at the top of the Privy Council. A mother who poured all her love and expectations on him.
And of course, countless people who put words of praise on their lips just to feel a slight taste of his family’s glory.
Riddhe always believed that he was the chosen one.
He was so determined that he was and would always be better than anyone else and he would eventually inherit the glory of his family, the Sutherland.
And in fact, he had every right to think so as he was capable as the heir to the dukedom.
Riddhe had a deep respect and admiration toward his father, a man of dignity who stood out from the crowd. For this reason, he would listen intently to the education the various tutors gave him, dreaming that one day, he would succeed his father as the head of the Sutherland.
On the other hand, he was convinced that he was the chosen one, so he grew up to be an arrogant man. The main reason for this was the adults who went overboard in praising him. They were doing it as lip service so that the heir of the dukedom would favor them, but of course, the young Riddhe at that time wouldn’t know about this.
In the end, as he grew up, Riddhe forgot about the important things in human relationships, which are humility, modesty, and consideration.
Nevertheless, there was no doubt that he was capable of succeeding the dukedom, and everyone who associated themselves with the Sutherland had high expectations for him. The young man himself was aware of this, so when it was decided that he was chosen to be a member of the delegation, he welcomed it with great enthusiasm.
That was when he found out that someone better than him existed. Clovis.
And because of various reasons, he grew to hate Clovis.
He hated the fact that even though Clovis had the blood of a sinner in his vein, the royal family trusted him enough to send him on a mission. He hated the fact that the other boy was so attractive that every girl in Ealdar would court him.
But, more than anything, Riddhe hated the fact that Clovis was so capable that every member of the delegation depended on him.
To Riddhe, the Sutherland’s name was absolute. After the King, it was the Sutherlands that everyone else should look up to, and as its heir, he had to be better than anyone else.
Because of this, he grew impatient. He wanted to prove to Clovis that he was better than him, and he was willing to do anything to prove it. But no matter how much he tried, everyone only listened to Clovis’ words.
This was a huge blow to Riddhe’s inflated ego, and more than that, he felt a sense of discomfort and danger.
As long as Clovis Cromwell was around, he would always be overshadowed by that boy. This wouldn’t only disappoint his father, but also damage the prestige of the Sutherland. After all, as the heir to the Sutherland, he should never be beaten by anyone.
This was the reason why he was so hostile to Clovis.
Of course, to Clovis who didn’t know what was going on, this was nothing but a simple nuisance.
But still, it was something important for the young noble.
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Oh, cr*p, I remembered that hateful memory!
Riddhe frowned and gritted his teeth as he was hiding behind a pillar. Meanwhile, the servant, Albert had just knocked on the door of the Duke’s study.
Riddhe who was about to explode in anger again came back to his senses when he heard the door open. Lloyd himself came to greet the servant, and when he confirmed the servant’s identity, he immediately posed a question for him.
“Is Riddhe back?”
“Yes, he is currently resting in his room.”
I see, Lloyd nodded at the servant’s words. At that time, someone called out to him from inside the room.
“Then, Duke, I think it’s time for me to leave.”
Riddhe stiffened hearing the unfamiliar voice. At the same time, he was also surprised over the fact that his cautious father actually met his visitor in his study instead of the guest room.
In addition, there was a faint accent in the man’s pronunciation, the accent that was familiar to him as he had been hearing it for quite a while now. The young noble frowned in suspicion.
This man… is from Ealdar…?
Why would someone from Ealdar contact his father at this important time?
Riddhe’s heart shook at the question that came to his mind.
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