A God Killed Me By Accident, But I Reincarnated As The 4th Son Of The Marquis

Volume 7 Chapter 73: I’m Just The Fourth Son Of A Noble

Volume 7 Chapter 73: I'm Just The Fourth Son Of A Noble

After a few minutes, 

"You two can come in now." Krystal's mother called out from the door; she noticed the two standing in the hallway, waiting for them to get everything out. The two entered the room; Winston bowed, "Madam, it's great to see you awake."

"Mmhmm, Winston." She gently nodded, "I have caused you a lot of trouble because of my absence." 

"All that matters is you being alright." As long as she was awake, that was what mattered. 

Her eyes locked on Keith, "Who is this gentleman?"

"Greetings, Grand Duchess. My name is Keith, and I'm Krystal's classmate." Keith bowed as he said this. 

"I see. My name is Violet Rustchil. Thank you for being friends with my daughter. I grew worried that she couldn't make any friends."

"Mom!" Krystal's cheeks turned red.

 

"But you were always the quiet type, and I was anxious you would be all alone when you grow up."

 

“…”

 

"Krystal is a great person and friend to have. Our friends wanted to come but couldn't, given the situation." He could definitely hear Herrick and Melor screaming in the back of his head. 

"I see." A soft smile appeared on Violet's expression. 

"Sister," Someone called out while they talked. Everyone turned their heads to see Rodrick and his family. 

Violet's expression didn't change, but Keith noticed the aura. It turned hostile. She definitely gets it from her. The boy realized Krystal's calm and callous aura had come from her mother. Judging from how she was, she was furious. 

 

"Sister, I-""We can talk afterward; it's time for dinner." Violet realized it was time for dinner. Walking up right now, she felt hungry. 

 

"I see. I will have the chef prepare everything." Winston bowed as he quickly walked out. Before he could leave,

"Hold it." Keith blurted out, 

"What's the matter, Child?"

"Ms.Violet, you can't eat anything yet." 

"Eh?" 

"You just recently woke up. If you have solid food so soon, your stomach will hurt and ache." She was likely to throw everything up the moment she swallowed. 

Rodrick's expression darkened, "Who are you to-"

"Mother, please listen to Keith."

"!" Violet looked into her daughter's eyes, which had no trace of doubt. She nodded, "Understood, I will follow your lead on this one. However, what can I eat."

 

"Don't worry. I will be the one to watch your diet." 

That only caused Arnie to scoff, "Are you messing around? How could you watch over my aunt?" Last time he checked, he was a student. 

"I have the capabilities to, unlike an ignorant child in this room." 

"You-"

"Mother, please trust me on this. If Keith can't look after you, then no one can." Regarding food, she doubted anyone could come close to this guy! 

 

"Alright." Violet patted her daughter's head, "Then you and Krystal should have your meal first. I will have mine afterward."

 

"We could-"

 

"Go, it's not going to leave this room either way." "…Understood."

…

“…” The whole dining table was silent. And that was because of the tension that engulfed the entire table. On one side was Keith and Krystal. The other side was Rodrick and his family, who ate easily.

  

Neither side spoke with the other.

 

"Keith, what household do you come from?"

 

"I'm just the fourth son of a noble."

 

"So you're not going to be the head?" Rodrick's wife questioned.

 

"Mmhmm, it's probably going to be my older brother. It really doesn't matter." Keith shrugged.

 

"So you're going to be a commoner?" Rodrick questioned. 

 

"Probably."

 

"Tch." Hearing his words only made Arnie scoff. How dare he talk to me like that when he's going to be a commoner. 

  

"We're done with our meal." Krystal slammed her hand down.

 

"Okay." Keith got up. As the two left, 

 

"You really don't have a good poker face." Keith shook his head. But the girl glared, "And you have too much uncared about this!"

 

"Of course." Matters like this were something he really didn't care about. He knew what they were saying and implying. However, 

 

"I'm pretty sure I have more coins than them. So who cares about them." Keith, by himself, was rich and pretty influential. He was probably equal to a count or higher. 

 

"…" Krystal shook her head. What he said was so true. But it was so scary at the same time! The two then arrived in front of Violet's rooms.

 

"Oh, are the two of you done with your meal?"

 

"Mmhmm."

 

"Wait a minute, what's that?" Keith noticed there was soup in the room.

 

"It's a soup that was brought in by the maids." Keith frowned as he looked at it for a few seconds before he walked it over to the window and poured it out.

 

"What's that for?"

 

"Hmm?"

 

"Weren't you the type not to waste food?" Krystal knew Keith was the guy who didn't waste any food.

  

"Of course, if the soup wasn't poisoned."

 

"Eh?"

 

"Yeah, there was something off with the soup."

 

"Are you positive?"

 

"Uncle Winston, if Kieth said there is something wrong with it, there's something wrong with it." When it came to cooking, this guy's sixth sense was superhuman. It was supernatural.

 

The others didn't know what to say about it either.

 

"First things first, we should make something for you to eat."