"Shut up shut up shut up! I am the strongest contender to inherit the Meredici Family!"
"How could I, for a mere handout, wag my tail and beg, disregarding my queenly dignity and poise!"
Unveiled by the old butler, Feina puffed up like a prickly hedgehog, scolding loudly without any regard for her own poise.
The old butler withdrew his gaze, glancing at the young lady preparing to jump up and land a heavy punch on him.
He looked pensive, then translated: "Our young lady is saying that in her life experiences, she concluded that as long as she's bold enough and her lies convincing enough, it wouldn't matter even if they are exposed in the future because she can shirk the responsibility."
"Inheriting the Meredici Family is impossible, but due to some blood relation, she can fly the flag, claiming to be a candidate for the Meredici Family inheritance to deceive money before the real heir is chosen."
"Nobles! Don't eat handouts!"
