CHAPTER 24

Sep 28, 2021
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How The Male Lead Cures The Young Lady Who Has A Limited Time

As she picked up the letter, Yvette buried her face in her arms as If she were collapsing.

"I think I'm going to collapse if I see the sentence 'Please take good care of me' one more time."

(TL/N : 잘 부탁드립니다 literally means "Please be nice to me(or this person that I'm introducing)." This sentence was similar to "Looking forward to meeting you." Or "Looking forward to your cooperation"(this was used when you were with your working partner.) People often say it to someone they meet for the 1st time.)

While she was suffering in public, Noel quickly scanned the letter in her hand.

"Are all of the letters related to the alumni meeting?"

"Yes. All of the letters were not wrong but, It’s all about asking for your support."

Yvette muttered with her face buried in her arms.

"No, to be honest, shouldn't they be asking you to get your support, rather than me? You have a lot more money."

"You know that letters like this don't work for me."

Noel answered lightly, and put the letter back on the desk.

"If it's really hard for you, shouldn't you just say that you won't attend the alumni meeting now?"

"I can't do that."

Yvette raised her head and said firmly.

Perhaps it was an unexpected reaction, Noel gave a surprised expression.

"Why can't you do that?"

Yvette was at a loss for his question.

She was going to attend the alumni meeting to meet Kerbel.

But she couldn't say that to Noel.

".....It will be weird to change words so suddenly. It's already been rumored that I was going to attend."

Yvette answered slowly, avoiding his eyes.

I didn't even commit a crime, but I felt guilty for no reason.

"And, the purpose of the alumni meeting itself is not bad. I'm also curious about what the academy looks like."

"If anyone hears it, they'll think you've never been there."

Noel said with a smile.

Yvette smiled, and felt a cold sweat flowing down her back.

"…...Haha, I made a mistake. I wanted to see It again after a long time."

At this rate, I can't live and die under my name.

Yvette got up from her seat, biting the inside of her cheek painfully and letting go.

"I need to go get some fresh air."

"Are you giving up already?"

Noel half-teasingly asked a question. Yvette said, looking at him without hate.

"Still, I'm not joking like someone."

"That sounds like you're talking about me."

"Oh my. Did you notice?"

Yvette opened her eyes wide and pretended to be surprised. Then Noel smiled at the sight.

".....Seeing you joking like that, I think you've gotten quite comfortable."

"That’s why I was playing a joke on you from the beginning."

How easy you thought she was.

Yvette grumbled back and took off her coat.

Perhaps because it was still early spring, the wind felt quite chilly.

"The bad Count who can't work will take a walk, so our wonderful Duke is reading a book here."

Yvette stuck out her tongue toward Noel and left the study.

"…...Where did she learn those words."

Noel slowly got up from his seat while smiling in vain.

This is because he couldn't let his fiancée go alone without a day passing quietly.

* * * *

Unlike the sky where the sun was shining brightly, the wind that blew incessantly all the time was quite cold.

Yvette fastened her collar and slowly walked around Whitley.

Perhaps because it was outside the capital, there were many forests around Whitley.

So when she had a lot of thoughts, she would sometimes take a walk around here and organize her thoughts.

'Is it because it's still daytime? It's definitely quiet.'

Yvette looked around and walked slowly.

Knowing that Noel had placed knights everywhere, she was able to move anywhere without worry.

'If it's really dangerous, there's a bracelet.'

Yvette glanced down at her wrist. Then she could see purple jewels dangling between her sleeves.

It was a communication bracelet that Noel gave me not too long ago.

Fortunately, I haven't seen Baron Larish since then.

However, Yvette still feels nervous.

At last glance, Baron Larish seemed to be out of his mind.

No one knew when, where, or how he would appear.

Besides, that wasn't the only thing that bothered her.

'Anyway, it was a bit suspicious that Viscount Magnus appeared at that time.'

It was not the time when she was dragged away, but he appeared at the moment when she was attacked.

It feels like he knew she was going to be attacked from the beginning.

'In the first place, he's not even the kind of person who can help anyone.'

Viscount Magnus was a man who had a strong sense of individualism and selfishness.

There is no way such a person helped her for no reason.

And the most suspicious thing is that Viscount Magnus' specialty is mind control magic.

'What if Viscount Magnus controlled Baron Larish with his mind-control magic?'

Then Baron Larish's recklessness was explained to some extent.

'Of course, it's all just speculation, but….'

Yvette frowned.

It wasn't that there was no possibility at all.

However, there was still one unsolved question.

'Why did Viscount Magnus do such a thing?'

That was then.

"You seem to have a lot of things on your mind."

".......!"

Through the silence, a low voice heard.

Surprised by the sound, Yvette stumbled, and something hard wrapped around her waist.

"Hey, you have to be careful."

Noel, who suddenly appeared, looked at Yvette and smiled.

Yvette, who was unintentionally hugged by him, was startled and straightened her posture.

"No, how can a person appear like that without being noticed? I thought my heart was going to fall!"

"I don't know. It's not like you didn't hear me, It's because you were thinking about something else."

"......Even from Noel's perspective, do I look complicated?"

Yvette slumped his shoulders helplessly.

She was a little embarrassed because she didn't seem to manage her facial expression in front of him.

"A little."

Noel answered lightly, and put the jacket he was wearing over her shoulder.

Yvette blinked slowly at the sudden action.

"Why are you giving me this?"

"I think you're weaker against the cold than me."

She responded briefly to Noel, and firmly held the jacket so that it did not fall off.

Yvette was stunned, but did not refuse his kindness.

"Noel has good manners at times like this."

"Sometimes you talk like I was rude."

"You're not rude, but that doesn't mean you're being a gentleman."

Yvette was half joking. Then the corner of Noel's lips rose slightly.

"I guess you had a lot of complaints about me."

"That's ridiculous. I'm always grateful to Noel."

Yvette shook her head.

She said it like a joke, but it was true that she always felt grateful for Noel.

".....are you a little too expressionless to the person you're thankful for?"

Noel murmured as if he was disappointed. Contrary to his tone of voice, there was a warm smile on his face.

"Then how do you want me to express it?"

Yvette asked.

Anyway, Yvette always felt really sorry that she only got help from Noel every time.

'At least once, I have to do what Noel wants.'

Yvette thought so and looked at Noel.

As their eyes met, the smile that had lingered around Noel's lips deepened.

"If I tell you, will you listen to anything?"

"Yes. I'll listen to anything."

Yvette nodded eagerly.

Soon after a brief contemplation, Noel opened his mouth.

* * * *

"Uh, Viscount. Duke Aberon has come to see you."

".....what?"

Early morning.

Viscount Magnus frowned at the news of an unexpected guest.

"I can't believe he's here at this time even without sending a message. The Duke is very diligent."

"First of all, I've guided him to the drawing room. If you're uncomfortable, should I tell him to come back next time?"

When the servant looked at him and asked, Viscount Magnus shook his head.

"No, you don't have to do that. I think the conversation is going to be long, so please prepare a cup of tea."

"I understand."

The servant bowed his head and stepped back.

Viscount Magnus checked his attire and headed to the drawing room.

As soon as he opened the door, Noel, who had been staring into the air with an expressionless expression, looked back at him.

Viscount Magnus smiled brightly as soon as his eyes met Noel.

"Good morning, Duke Aberon."

"Yes."

Noel replaced the greeting by slightly tilting his head.

Viscount Magnus sat across him, struggling to maintain his smile.

".....It seems to be important that you come to visit at this time. What's going on?"

"I was wondering if the work ordered by His Majesty was going well."

Noel leaned comfortably against the chair and looked at Viscount Magnus.

Viscount Magnus slightly distorted his smile at the gaze that seemed to be searching for something.

'This Arrogant guy.'

While grinding his teeth inside, he smiled outwardly.

"Excuse me for a moment."

Then, with a polite knock, a red-haired servant came into the drawing room with a tea.

Perhaps because of his timid personality, the servant moved with his head down.

Noel, who was looking at him for a while, quickly lost interest and turned away.

"The conversation may get longer, so let's have a cup of tea first."

When Viscount Magnus offered a teacup, Noel firmly shook his head.

"Now that the tea is ready, let’s start with the conversation."

".......Of course."

Viscount Magnus clenched his fists under the table and put his tea down with a smile.

"If you have any questions, ask me anything."

"How is the investigation going? Are you tracking the traces left at the scene?"

"We are currently sending wizards specializing in magic detection from the Magic Tower to investigate. The traces were so faint that it seemed to take a long time."

"That means you didn't find anything."

"The culprit in this case is not a common thief, but a magician. Of course, the investigation is bound to be difficult."

Viscount Magnus responded as kindly as possible, and squinted his eyes exposed to the mask.

"Are all your questions answered?"

"No. One more thing, I want to ask you, Viscount."

Noel, who corrected his posture, continued speaking as if he had been waiting.

"There are rumors that Viscount paid off Baron Larish's gambling debt. Is that true?"

When Noel mentioned Baron Larish, Viscount Magnus' eyes twitched slightly.