CHAPTER 19

How The Male Lead Cures The Young Lady Who Has A Limited Time

On the other hand, Noel Aberon wasn't as casual as Yvette thought.

Of course, he wasn't nervous. But that didn't mean he was feeling nothing.

A blanket that rustles just by moving slightly.

The warmth that is transmitted from the other person even though they were not touching.

And even the sound of warm breath tickling his ears.

As I closed my eyes, all of my senses felt sensitive on the double.

'It's been a while since I've closed my eyes like this in front of someone else.'

While Yvette hesitated in front of him, Noel fell into a brief contemplation.

When he closed his eyes, he always imagined a sword coming down. A habit that started from a young age when he can't even remember.

Most of the time it was just a dream, but sometimes the dream became a reality.

As a result, Noel was somewhat reluctant to be left alone with others. But for some reason, it was different when he was with Yvette.

Last time in my mansion, and this time too.

This moment she and him where left alone, he didn't hate it as much as he thought.

That was then.

Yvette, who had no sign of coming over, moved at some point. As the rustling of the duvet grew louder, Noel held his breath involuntarily.

'...I’m not even a child, why am I holding my breath?'

Although Noel scolded himself, he could not open his mouth at the end.

Before long, Yvette’s face came so close that the tip of his nose rubbed against her skin.

'You're more daring than I expected.'

Of course, I thought she was going to quit saying she couldn't do it.

Noel felt the desire to open his eyes in an instant. It was because he was curious about what kind of expression Yvette would be making now.

However, Yvette did not allow him to take even a moment's break.

Chu.

A soft skin touched his cheek, not his lips, and then fell.

Noel frowned at the feeling that passed by like the wind. For a moment, I couldn't understand the situation well.

“After a hug, after all, a kiss on the cheek is the next step.”

Before he could open his eyes, a proud voice could be heard above his head.

As he lifted one of his eyelids, Yvette, smiling broadly, came into view.

Noel smirked.

'I got beaten.'

He opened his eyes and muttered in a slightly blunt voice.

"If anyone sees it, they'll think I'm the same age as the boy we met earlier."

"What’s the problem? Holding hands or hugging it’s not only for little children, we all do it too.”

Yvette shrugged her shoulders as she answered confidently. Seeing her so proud of herself, he suddenly felt like making fun of her.

“……There is one thing you are forgetting.”

"What? What did I forget?"

Yvette opened her eyes and asked again. She looked like she had no idea what he was talking about.

Instead of answering, Noel leaned back towards Yvette. Her eyes widened as if embarrassed by the sudden narrowing of the space between them.

Noel looked at her like that and smiled brightly.

"It's not you who's in charge of skinship, it's me."

After a brief murmur, he kissed Yvette on the cheek and fell. She couldn't say anything at the unannounced skinship and only muttered, but perhaps because she was so startled, her voice didn't even come out.

'Just, what happened?'

Yvette hurriedly covered hers face with both hands. Her face was already flushed red, so pretending she didn't panic seemed to be of no use.

I thought I was going to embarrass Noel in my own way, so I kissed him on the cheek. I had no idea he would get back at me the same way.

“My fiancée is too stiff.”

Soon after she heard a low laugh, she was barely able to come to her senses.

“Hey, who isn’t surprised by a sudden kiss?”

"I am not."

Noel shamelessly tilted his head. Of course it was a lie, but Yvette had no way of knowing about it, so he kept his mouth shut.

'I’m getting annoyed.' (Yvette)

She jumped up from her seat, promising that one day she would surely embarrass him.

“……Now that your business is over, let’s go.”

As she turned her head and spoke, Noel gave her a sad expression on his face.

“That’s mean. Did you meet me just for this?”

When he said his lines as if he was acting, Yvette raised her chin proudly.

"Noel knew everything before we met. Don't pretend you don't know."

As she grumbled and adjusted her tune, a faint smile formed on the corner of Noel's lips.

"You've improved a lot since I haven't seen you."

“It’s all thanks to Noel.”

Yvette answered bluntly and pointed to the door with her eyes.

“Let’s leave. If we stay too long, Philia will misunderstand.”

"Didn't she already misunderstand?"

Noel responded lightly and approached Yvette.

“By the way, I didn’t tell you one thing.”

Just before she left the room, Noel leaned against the door and blocked Yvette's path. As he dragged the time away, Yvette frowned slightly.

“What else are you going to say?”

“There is a party hosted by Marquis Theron in two weeks. Why don’t you come with me?"

“Oh… all of a suddenly?”

When Yvette asked back with a bewildered look, Noel tilted his head as if he didn’t know what the problem was.

“Isn’t two weeks enough time to prepare?”

"That's true, but."

My heart isn't ready yet.

Yvette swallowed her words back and bit her lips. She hadn't even been to a single party since taking possession. Let alone dance, she didn't even know how to communicate with other nobles.

'But now, I can't even call the etiquette teacher.'

Maybe I'll just be humiliated if I go. I was so worried.

“Don’t think too hard. If someone is bothering you, I will take care of it.”

Knowing that she was troubled, Noel muttered in a softer voice than usual. Yvette reluctantly nodded her head at him.

“……Well, let’ go then.”

She sighed deeply inside.

For the rest of the time, I felt like I had to study manners on my own.

* * * *

“...I will definitely pay the money back by next month. So, for the sake of our friendship, can't you just give me one last help?"

In the dark, shady room.

Baron Larish sat kneeling on the floor looking more haggard than before, and opposite him was Viscount Magnus, whose expression was unknown.

"Isn't that the third time you've said that? I'm sorry about your situation, but I can't help you blindly because you're a friend."

Magnus sighed and stroked his chin. Even in the dark, his yellow eyes shone brightly.

"I hear your brother has a fortune left behind. Am I wrong?"

"All that money went into my niece’s hand. She's an adult this year."

He bowed his head. Originally, he was going to find Yvette and get Blanche's fortune back. But Yvette's engagement with Noel Aberon turned the whole plan upside down.

It might have been different if the other person was someone else, but the engagement was with the Duke, who not even the Emperor can treat carelessly.

No matter how urgent it may be, touching her in the current state was like suicide.

"Come to think of it, you had a niece. Did you say her name was Yvette Blanche?"

Master Magnus nodded softly as if he had only remembered.

"I heard she's engaged to Duke Aberon."

"That's right, Duke Aberon is a famous rich man. I'll talk to my niece somehow and get the money, so if you give me one more chance......"

The Baron clung to the Duke of Magnus, thinking it was the perfect cue.

So far, I've managed to hold on, but gambling debt has been growing enormously over time. Soon, I will not be able to make ends meet, let alone pay for my servants. The only person around me who could lend such a large sum of money at once was Viscount Magnus.

So at all costs, I had to get his help.

"I'll do whatever you want. So, just once... "

Magnus vassal looked down at Baron Larish, who was desperately asking. Thinking about something for a moment, he reluctantly opened his mouth.

“……I can’t help it when you say it like that. This will really be the last time.”

Baron Larish smiled brightly at the words and a sense of relief spread over his haggard face.

"Thank you! Thank you very much. I will never forget this grace."

"I don't want to call it compensation, but I need you to help me with something."

The Duke of Magnus slowly walked out in front of the Baron. As he approached, the Baron unwittingly flinched back.

"W-What should I do…?

"It's not difficult. You just have to do what I tell you to do."

A low whisper reached Baron Larish's ear, he shuddered with astonishment.

What used to be a man's voice was strangely twisted.

Before long, black darkness overtook the two.

* * * *

Time passed and it was the day of Marquis Theron's ball.

"Wow, it suits you so well!"

Philia, who had been painstakingly making Yvette's hairdo, looked in the mirror and admired it. Yvette didn't lift her hair up, but rather braided it in some places and made her hair fall long in her back.

It was a choice I made in case other people noticed the flower on the back of my neck.

Fortunately, the dress was designed to cover the entire back, so the tattoo was not exposed unless the collar was pulled down on purpose.

“If you go to the ball, everyone will surely admire the Countess' beauty.”

“……I want to be as invisible as possible.”

Yvette muttered, swallowing her sigh.

I'm sure people would be interested because of my engagement to Noel, but I didn't want to do anything more glamorous than that.

‘But what can I do? Yvette Blanche has a striking face.’

As Philia said, Yvette wasn't the kind of look you'd see anywhere else.

Just like the first snow, her white hair was strong enough to leave a strong presence, and in addition to that, her face was also pretty. It wasn't just pretty, it was very pretty.

'It wouldn't be comparable to Noel Aberon.'

Still, for an extra, this was a good grade.

-to be continued

Translated by I.

Not 100% correct

Credit to the Author

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