This Marriage Will Surely Succeed

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Nils asked in a hushing voice.

 

“Iona, did you make father like this?”

 

“If you know I made him like this, then what are you asking?”

 

“What?”

 

“Are you asking how father became such a worm? Or about why he fell in such a funny way?”

 

Nils couldn't hide his embarrassment at Iona's sarcasm.

 

In the past, by this time, Iona was still immature, and compared to the position she had, she didn't know much about the world.
Her family had no interest in educating her other than raising Iona to be a useful swordswoman.

 

They wished that Iona would continue to remain like that.
Only then could Iona continue to be exploited in the name of her family.

 

So, for Iona, 20 years old was just the days when she treated those bugs as human beings without knowing what she could or should do.

 

“Iona Modlov! Your words and actions are reckless!”

 

Nils couldn't hold back his anger at the rebellion of his half-sister, who had been obedient all along.

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Even Yvonne, Nils 'real' younger sister, flinched in surprise at the response.

 

Iona, who became the object of Nils's anger, resolutely met his gaze and said.

 

“Nils Modlov, the reckless one is you and your father who do not properly treat the imperial knights.”

 

At that moment, Nils' expression when he was dealing with Iona, who was not at all frightened, looked bewildered.

 

Iona calmly continued.

 

“Did you ask why your father was lying so ugly? He tripped on his feet and fell.
When he tried to stab his daughter, he was stopped by her and fell down.
It was all because of the father who taught her wrongly, or the daughter who grew up under him.”

 

Finally, a vein popped on Nils' forehead.

 

Leaving Hayden with Yvonne, he slowly got up.
His throat was trembling with anger.

 

“A lowly girl, just skilled with a sword.
We accepted her as a member of the family despite her lack of morals.
And this is what we get in return.”

 

He strode in front of Iona and raised his arm.

 

The moment he waved his hand, Iona finished her brief thought.
Then, his thick hand slapped Iona's cheek fiercely.

 

It was a foretold attack, so she did not fall and endured it, but her ears were deaf.

 

She stuck out her tongue and licked her bottom lip, feeling the taste of iron.
Iona said, glaring at Nils with cold eyes.

 

“Father and son do the same thing.”

 

The reason Iona didn't feel intimidated by the duke's people after her marriage was simple; Her family treated her more humiliatingly and degrading than they did.

 

It was easier to deal with others who consistently ignored her than bloodlines that were prone to verbal abuse and violence.

 

“It seems that we have been very kind to you all this time, judging by the fearless attitude you show to us.
Let me personally guide you to your real position.
You really need discipline.”

 

“Yeah, that girl seems to be getting more and more cocky these days.
The other day, when I asked for the prince's schedule, she even ignored me!”

 

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When her brother came out strong, Yvonne also regained her momentum and complained.

 

Nils, who soothed his younger sister with a friendly attitude, said he understands, and his murderous eyes flashed at Iona.

 

“Don't worry, Yvonne.
I'll thoroughly educate her so that she won't be so arrogantly rebellious again.
If we break her leg like last time, she won’t be able to hold her head up like this.”

 

'Come to think of it, about a year ago, my leg was broken by a hunting rifle wielded by Nils.'

 

Iona thought deeply as she rubbed her tongue on the inside of her sore cheek.

 

'It's just that I got hit.'

 

“Nils Modrov.”

 

“Don’t call me by my name, you lowly… …!”

 

“Bite something tight.”

 

“What?”

 

Iona slapped him on the chin before he even had time to react.

 

-Smack!!

 

“What the hack…”

 

Yvonne's screams echoed high in the room.

 

Niels, who fell like a piece of paper at the same time, rolled on the floor.

 

A grunting moan flowed from him as if he hadn't fainted yet; because she controlled her power.

 

His face was red with a mixture of pain, embarrassment, and humiliation.

 

Nils cursed at Iona with a leaky accent even as he fumbled his tingly chin.

 

“You, is this girl… …Go, how can a lowly thing like you hi-hit me?”