Surviving A Novel I Don't Remember: A Tutor's Guide To Staying Alive Chapter 6: Father, you wanted to see me?

Three days later, Julian was staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, looking like a soulless doll with pretty, odd-colored eyes.

What went wrong? He wondered.

He already received a confirmation from the system when he accepted the quest but... How will he get to the Duke’s mansion?

Will he suddenly show up there and say, ’Hey, I’m your son’s new tutor or...?’

He shook his head.

Unlike the other quests that needed him to do this and that, this needed him to go to another place entirely. As

The North.

So maybe there was a procedure he needed to follow.

But then what was it? He was tired of staying in this mansion and being scorned.

"Huff," he let out a little breath, and then a knock ca on the door.

He got up, wondering who it was and what they wanted, since almost no one ca to look for him.

Even in the three months he’s been in this world, he was basically like a nobody. A wallflower that everyone ignored.

The only reason there was ever a knock on his door was if breakfast, lunch, or dinner was ready.

Such a life.

Once he opened the door, he saw a maid.

"The Marquis has asked you to co to his study." She said her piece and walked away without even so much as a bow or show of respect.

That was Julian’s standing in this family. Even the maids could disrespect him and not care about being punished.

Jowoon, who had a 21st-century ntality, definitely wouldn’t care about such things. It was all flashy nonsense and unnecessary pleasantries anyway.

It’s not like acting respectfully would change the way they actually feel about him. He’d rather prefer this than have them pretend to be nice while he saw their true feelings displayed above their heads.

He quickly got ready and made his way to the Marquis’ study.

’Why has the Marquis called for ?’ he wondered.

Fredrick Von Astrea was Julian’s father’s na. Though he was a Marquis, the house was gradually declining, and of course, Julian was blad for being the bad on in the family, even when he did nothing.

It was a typical noble household affair one would see in every dieval fantasy novel.

He let out a small breath and then raised his hand to knock.

"Father, you wanted to see ?" He asked and after about ten seconds, he thought about knocking again when the Marquis finally responded.

"Co in."

The study was silent, save for the rhythmic, aggressive scratching of a feather pen against parchnt. Julian stood perfectly still with his hands straight at his side, watching his father work. It was a familiar power play; the Marquis had been the one to summon him, yet he now acted as if Julian were invisible.

Julian shifted his weight, his fingers digging into the fabric covering at his side.

’He called here. Why isn’t he saying anything?’ he wondered, feeling angry at this situation. ’I already know he is an unwanted child but does the Marquis have to go this far to show authority?’

This house was a minefield. As the fourth son born from a maid’s womb, Julian was a burden at best and a target at worst, caught in the wake of three older brothers who were currently trying to tear each other apart for the succession.

They used Julian as a venting material each ti they were head over frustrated.

And then there was his stepmother.

He rembered the way the Marquisette sneered at him every ti she saw his shadow. He was nothing but an unwanted stain on the family line. Being born of a different mother, and a peasant one at that, made him a permanent outcast, and that was why even the maids did not bow at him or regard him with respect.

They saw him as their equal.

’This house is dangerous,’ Julian thought. ’I need to get out fast before one of them decides to simplify the family tree by removing .’

Thanks to the passive skill, calm mind, he was able to stand his ground in front of any form of pressure and not lose his composure.

Suddenly, the scratching stopped. Julian felt a jolt run down his spine as his eyes t his father’s cold gaze fixed on him. He looked up, his eyes catching the translucent floating text above the man’s head.

[Affection Level: 15%(suspicious)]

It hadn’t changed since the ball. But then, that ’suspicious’ tag. Did sothing happen?

"Do you know why I called you here?" The Marquis asked, his voice cold.

"No, Father," Julian answered, keeping his tone neutral.

"There was a letter from the Alarik Duchy requesting you to act as a tutor to the Duke’s son."

Julian felt a surge of internal joy. It was as if the mont he had accepted the system’s quest, the world had rearranged itself to make his departure seem natural. Outwardly, however, he remained a mask of calm.

The Marquis leaned forward, his eyes narrowing.

"What have you been up to these days? The Duke is the Emperor’s brother. Why would a man of his standing know of—or want—my fourth son?"

Julian’s mind whirred. He could feel the weight of the Marquis’s gaze, a heavy pressure that felt less like paternal concern and more like an investigator looking for a crack in a suspect’s story. But the weight was imdiately lifted, thanks to his passive skill, calm mind.

This allowed Julian to think straight. The reason for that suspicious tag was this, wasn’t it?

If he sounded too eager, his father would suspect so sort of a conspiracy. If he sounded too confused, his father might deny the request just to keep Julian under his thumb.

’Think, Julian. You were a teacher. Use the ’Model Student’ defense.’

His head shifted gears for two seconds and then he opened his mouth to speak.

"I was as surprised as you, Father," Julian began, his voice dropping into a tone of quiet, humble resignation. He lowered his gaze, staring at the polished mahogany of the desk. "However... I did spend several afternoons as of late in the Imperial Library’s restricted wing. I was researching the ancient linguistic roots of the Northern dialects. I believe the Head Librarian may have ntioned my studies to the Duke’s seneschal during their seasonal audit."