Obsessed with Regressors

money, it is rather cheap.”

When Lauren said this, she wondered how vivid her dreams were.
How could a child who was still a teenager say that if money was the price, it was cheaper.
She sighed at her determined demeanor.
She really had no intention of getting it back.

“To be honest, Sir Masterson hasn’t even charged me yet.
So, while I’m still sponsoring you, the only money I have to pay is the last tuition at the academy.”

“That person will definitely charge.”

As Lauren said, if money was the price, it would be better if Lord Masterson charged it because it was fair and cheap.
Of course, there’s a chance he felt guilty and didn’t charge, but she was a little skeptical of that idea.

“That’s right.
He will charge it.
But anyway, the money I spent is about the last semester, and even if I pay it back, I have to pay it back very slowly.
So think about it a little longer until graduation.”

She knew Lauren was a firm believer in her dream, but she thought it’s a bit risky to leave the academy by relying on it.
he didn’t know how her life would go.
Her academy graduation wouldn’t have a big impact on her life.
She didn’t graduate and she thought her life wouldn’t be ruined or anything.
What she was worried about was the graduation itself, which could have been achieved after attending just one semester.
She was afraid that someday Lauren would regret it.
‘She’s going to attend the graduation ceremony,’ she thought.

She nodded her head with a somber expression.
She said she would go to the dressing room and she left.

“That, Count Burns would have paid for it?”

“Mom!”

As soon as she turned to see Lauren off, she was startled by Oliver’s voice and jumped up. 

‘Oh my god.’

Oliver was standing in front of the stairs before she knew it.
Didn’t he hear it coming down? As she thought so, Oliver shrugged his shoulders.

“I was passing through the hallway and I heard it.
I didn’t overhear it.”

It seemed he overheard her conversation with Lauren.
He even raised his shield to say he hadn’t overheard.
She sighed and asked.

“What is that?”

“That’s what she said.
What was her name?”

“Liz.
Lauren Liz.”

“Yes, this child support.
It looks like Count Burns paid for it.”

What? She was impressed at the end by Oliver’s incredible words.
Then Oliver shrugged his shoulders again this time.

“Count Burns said it before.
He paid for it, so he said to never mind.”

Did he even tell Oliver directly? She was dumbfounded and opened her mouth.
And she began to question Oliver.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Oh, I forgot.”

Did he forget it’s a good thing? She didn’t know that, and she was wondering if she should send someone to the Mastersons.
As she frowned, Oliver flinched back.
He walked up the stairs with his back steps, talking to himself as if to listen.

“Oh no, I have somewhere to go, but I forgot.”

‘Oh wow, really.’

If it were her child or younger brother, she would have scolded them.
She asked Oliver after telling him to be happy that he was his mother’s child.

“Where are you going?”

“Count Burns.
You moved this time.”

She heard he was looking for a house.
On Escon Street, one block from her house.
Count Burns was lucky.
Seymaria Street and Escon Street were the streets where the aristocrats lived, and they lived there for generations, so houses rarely came up for sale.
How, then, did Count Burns buy it, because it was sold by the frightened Baroness Lingard, who had been attacked by robbers.
Escon Street, as well as Seymaria Street, was a street inhabited only by aristocrats, so the rumors of robbery in the area shocked the social world.
Thanks to that, nobody was willing to buy it in the beginning.

“Aren’t you ready?”

Oliver, who was climbing the stairs, looked at her strangely and asked.
Elliot invited all of her family.
Her mother visited her friend’s house for a while and she said she was going there right away.
She shrugged and said.

“I’m not going.”

“Why?”

Wasn’t he familiar with Count Burns? She sighed at Oliver’s question.
That’s because.

“Awning said he cared about it.”

“What? Oh, you and Count Burns?”

“Please don’t be too friendly.”

“Huh.”

Oliver snorted at her in amazement, then nodded at her and said,

“Well, Count Burns is better.”

“Oliver!”

He couldn’t be saying things like that.
Oliver said, heedless of her accusations.

“That’s not wrong.
As for the character, Count Burns is better.”

“It’s similar.”

“They have the same height.”

Oliver grinned as he said that.
She’d say Oliver wasn’t even the same height as Elliot, but that’s like spitting in his face, so she stopped.
Elliot and Awning were much larger than average.
Oliver was also taller than average.

Oliver said as she sighed.

“Isn’t Count Burns better for you than Awning?”

“Jokes are not funny.”

“I am not joking.”

Oliver said so and leaned against his stair handrail.
Then he thought for a moment before he said.

“If you like Count Burns better than Awning, I’ll step in and break it off for you.”