Chapter 895: 895 Lady Irene
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Chapter 895 895: Lady Irene
"...Oh no."
Perhaps even more audible than the Lord's loud and raging words was Miss Pepondosovich's stuttered gasp as she looked at the large portrait behind the Lord's throne. Now that she was seeing the painting, she could not help but be in awe of whoever sculpted the figurine Riley was holding, as they truly did capture her likeness.
Miss Pepondosovich thought that Riley was just exaggerating and feeling homesick so he was seeing all sorts of things he wanted to see, but it would seem that wasn't the case at all.
If so, what exactly was happening here? Was she truly about to witness the greatest drama that would ever unfold in the entirety of Creation?
"Answer me!" The Lord once again raised his voice. And as he did so, the knights who were just standing on the sides pointed their spears at Riley while very slowly marching closer to him,
"Why do you besmirch my mother's name by announcing in front of the citizens that you are her lover!?"
"Oh no!" Miss Pepondosovich once again gasped as she covered her mouth. And it wasn't only her, even Esme could not help but slightly widen her eyes, "Did... did he say mother? What's happening here!? Could it be that—"
"I will have silence from you, woman!" The Lord pointed at Miss Pepondosovich as she was practically talking over him, "And why did you bring his company!? I only told you to bring me the conniving philanderer! And why don't you speak!? Is your tongue merely decoration, if so — then I will have it cut down!"
"Aerith... is your mother?"
And finally, after just being quiet for an entire minute, Riley opened his mouth; his eyes, still fixated on the portrait behind the Lord's throne.
"My name is Riley Ross, M'lady," Riley bowed and kneeled as he introduced himself, "Forgive me, it would seem I made a mistake. For you to not recognize me only means that you are not the person I expected you to be. I suppose I may have been too excited not to realize you may just carry the same face."
"And this person, Aerith, you say she looks like me?" Irene squinted her eyes as she glanced at her portrait resting behind the throne, "Or rather when I was still young and beautiful?"
"You are beautiful, Lady Irene," Riley raised his head and looked Irene in her old eyes, "Even if the years have taken your youth from you. You will, for me, forever carry a beauty that can not be defeated by the passing age."
"...Oh my," Irene could not take a subtle gulp as she smiled, "Are you saying that for me, or for the person you have mistaken me for?"
"The latter," Riley nodded and stood up, "But the two of you are truly identical, you may accept the compliment if you wish, Lady Irene."
"I won't, it's not for me even if I wished it was," Lady Irene let out a soft chuckle as she covered her mouth. She then stood up from the throne, before stretching her hand toward Riley's direction, "Escort me down, Riley Ross."
"Mother!?" Erikson, whose cheek was swollen red from having been smacked by his mother, could not help but exclaim as he started to rush to his mother's side. Before he could get near, however, Lady Irene gestured to him to just stay put.
As for Riley, he did as Irene said, very gently holding her arm as he assisted her down the throne.
"Men, please have Lord Riley's companions treat themselves to the castle's quarters and bring them whatever they want. And Lord Riley," Irene held Riley's hand as she started walking,
"Please, let us talk in my chambers. I have something to discuss with you. I think...
...I may know who you are."
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Chapter 895 895: Lady Irene
"...Oh no."
Perhaps even more audible than the Lord's loud and raging words was Miss Pepondosovich's stuttered gasp as she looked at the large portrait behind the Lord's throne. Now that she was seeing the painting, she could not help but be in awe of whoever sculpted the figurine Riley was holding, as they truly did capture her likeness.
Miss Pepondosovich thought that Riley was just exaggerating and feeling homesick so he was seeing all sorts of things he wanted to see, but it would seem that wasn't the case at all.
If so, what exactly was happening here? Was she truly about to witness the greatest drama that would ever unfold in the entirety of Creation?
"Answer me!" The Lord once again raised his voice. And as he did so, the knights who were just standing on the sides pointed their spears at Riley while very slowly marching closer to him,
"Why do you besmirch my mother's name by announcing in front of the citizens that you are her lover!?"
"Oh no!" Miss Pepondosovich once again gasped as she covered her mouth. And it wasn't only her, even Esme could not help but slightly widen her eyes, "Did... did he say mother? What's happening here!? Could it be that—"
"I will have silence from you, woman!" The Lord pointed at Miss Pepondosovich as she was practically talking over him, "And why did you bring his company!? I only told you to bring me the conniving philanderer! And why don't you speak!? Is your tongue merely decoration, if so — then I will have it cut down!"
"Aerith... is your mother?"
And finally, after just being quiet for an entire minute, Riley opened his mouth; his eyes, still fixated on the portrait behind the Lord's throne.
"My name is Riley Ross, M'lady," Riley bowed and kneeled as he introduced himself, "Forgive me, it would seem I made a mistake. For you to not recognize me only means that you are not the person I expected you to be. I suppose I may have been too excited not to realize you may just carry the same face."
"And this person, Aerith, you say she looks like me?" Irene squinted her eyes as she glanced at her portrait resting behind the throne, "Or rather when I was still young and beautiful?"
"You are beautiful, Lady Irene," Riley raised his head and looked Irene in her old eyes, "Even if the years have taken your youth from you. You will, for me, forever carry a beauty that can not be defeated by the passing age."
"...Oh my," Irene could not take a subtle gulp as she smiled, "Are you saying that for me, or for the person you have mistaken me for?"
"The latter," Riley nodded and stood up, "But the two of you are truly identical, you may accept the compliment if you wish, Lady Irene."
"I won't, it's not for me even if I wished it was," Lady Irene let out a soft chuckle as she covered her mouth. She then stood up from the throne, before stretching her hand toward Riley's direction, "Escort me down, Riley Ross."
"Mother!?" Erikson, whose cheek was swollen red from having been smacked by his mother, could not help but exclaim as he started to rush to his mother's side. Before he could get near, however, Lady Irene gestured to him to just stay put.
As for Riley, he did as Irene said, very gently holding her arm as he assisted her down the throne.
"Men, please have Lord Riley's companions treat themselves to the castle's quarters and bring them whatever they want. And Lord Riley," Irene held Riley's hand as she started walking,
"Please, let us talk in my chambers. I have something to discuss with you. I think...
...I may know who you are."
Chapter 895 895: Lady Irene "...Oh no." Perhaps even more audible than the Lord's loud and raging words was Miss Pepondosovich's stuttered gasp as she looked at the large portrait behind the Lord's throne. Now that she was seeing the painting, she could not help but be in awe of whoever sculpted the figurine Riley was holding, as they truly did capture her likeness. Miss Pepondosovich thought that Riley was just exaggerating and feeling homesick so he was seeing all sorts of things he wanted to see, but it would seem that wasn't the case at all. If so, what exactly was happening here? Was she truly about to witness the greatest drama that would ever unfold in the entirety of Creation? "Answer me!" The Lord once again raised his voice. And as he did so, the knights who were just standing on the sides pointed their spears at Riley while very slowly marching closer to him, "Why do you besmirch my mother's name by announcing in front of the citizens that you are her lover!?" "Oh no!" Miss Pepondosovich once again gasped as she covered her mouth. And it wasn't only her, even Esme could not help but slightly widen her eyes, "Did... did he say mother? What's happening here!? Could it be that" "I will have silence from you, woman!" The Lord pointed at Miss Pepondosovich as she was practically talking over him, "And why did you bring his company!? I only told you to bring me the conniving philanderer! And why don't you speak!? Is your tongue merely decoration, if so then I will have it cut down!" "Aerith... is your mother?" And finally, after just being quiet for an entire minute, Riley opened his mouth; his eyes, still fixated on the portrait behind the Lord's throne. "My name is Riley Ross, M'lady," Riley bowed and kneeled as he introduced himself, "Forgive me, it would seem I made a mistake. For you to not recognize me only means that you are not the person I expected you to be. I suppose I may have been too excited not to realize you may just carry the same face." "And this person, Aerith, you say she looks like me?" Irene squinted her eyes as she glanced at her portrait resting behind the throne, "Or rather when I was still young and beautiful?" "You are beautiful, Lady Irene," Riley raised his head and looked Irene in her old eyes, "Even if the years have taken your youth from you. You will, for me, forever carry a beauty that can not be defeated by the passing age." "...Oh my," Irene could not take a subtle gulp as she smiled, "Are you saying that for me, or for the person you have mistaken me for?" "The latter," Riley nodded and stood up, "But the two of you are truly identical, you may accept the compliment if you wish, Lady Irene." "I won't, it's not for me even if I wished it was," Lady Irene let out a soft chuckle as she covered her mouth. She then stood up from the throne, before stretching her hand toward Riley's direction, "Escort me down, Riley Ross." "Mother!?" Erikson, whose cheek was swollen red from having been smacked by his mother, could not help but exclaim as he started to rush to his mother's side. Before he could get near, however, Lady Irene gestured to him to just stay put. As for Riley, he did as Irene said, very gently holding her arm as he assisted her down the throne. "Men, please have Lord Riley's companions treat themselves to the castle's quarters and bring them whatever they want. And Lord Riley," Irene held Riley's hand as she started walking, "Please, let us talk in my chambers. I have something to discuss with you. I think... ...I may know who you are."
