Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law

KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 52

...Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain's Daughter-in-law - Chapter 52...

...Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet...

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Chapter 52's

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The banquet is five days away. Evan, who had come on horseback instead of by carriage, seemed to have grown much taller.

'How much growth rate, I guess bean sprouts…'

[T/N: Tauge is known to grow immediately in just a few days, so that means he grows quickly. ]

Duke Icard is quite tall, though at this rate of growth, it seems that he will surpass his father even before he is in his twenties.

'Who would say he was only thirteen.'

Evan has good features but has lost his baby face. Combined with a frightening facial expression, it was hard to find any cuteness characteristics at that age. Well, the cuteness isn't outside.

'If he has a beard, I'm sure he's an adult.'

Although she was only fourteen years old.. As soon as I showed her her room in the villa, she tilted her head and said, “We will not share a room?”

“My room is too small.”

I patted her on the shoulder, which seemed to be getting louder than before.

"I don't think there's anything uncomfortable here either?"

“….”

"Why? Is there something you don't like?”

“No, just—”

Evan replied with a frown, sweeping his hair before continuing, "I think a close couple should share the same room."

Without being able to make eye contact with me, she searched elsewhere for no reason.

"Because you said come on .. get along."

I'm kind of distracted, yeah .. she's still thirteen. Thinking that, I then smiled while holding her thick hand.

“If we return to the Duchy, we can use one room. Although this time, this is a special situation.”

"Alright, because you're sick."

Evan nodded obediently, overshadowed by his short snort.

“The first thing you should do is feel comfortable. I'm sorry for being upset for no reason.”

Seeing that, I muttered as if possessed.

"Not that, Evan."

"Hmm?"

“...I'm sorry.. I'm sick.”

It was a phrase that came out of me subconsciously before I added blankly.

“...If I die or—”

Disciple Evan trembled as I said something like that out of nowhere.

“What.... What are you talking about? Why are you dying? If you die, I will follow you to death. I can't live in a world without you.”

"…I know."

I don't know why the word came out of me for a moment. Although I had never thought of that before, when I saw her worried gaze, I knew it was not a lie. Evan raised his hand and swept my hair.

“Never say that again. You can't even say you're sorry for the pain. There is nothing you need to regret.”

“Ngh, I won't.”

I immediately replied because I thought as if I wasn't really sorry. Finally, He spoke in a slightly different tone as if he wanted to stir up the atmosphere.

“I have worked very hard on my successor's lessons. I arrived early because I finished quickly.”

"Is that how it is?"

“I train my swordsmanship every day, and I bring my sword here to do it too.”

"I understand."

“I just want to say that I'm totally compliant on my work.”

"You must do it because you are the heir."

"I mean, I've been working hard."

Hearing his words, I wondered why Evan kept saying the same thing with his eyes as if waiting for something, but suddenly, a conversation flashed through my mind.

"Work hard for your successor's lessons, continue your swordsmanship training."

"And what are you going to do for me?"

“... Praising you?”

'He asked for a compliment, didn't he?'

It seems like Evan was a little sad as I slowly laughed out loud. She was acting like a baby coming to see her sick mother.

"Evan, you did a good job."

While making eye contact with her red eyes, I said that softly.

“Maybe it's hard day by day, but you have to live diligently in order for you to become a great Duke like your father.”

"Yes." Yeah."

Only then did he finally have a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

“I'm glad you behaved well without me. As expected of the first place of the Academy. ”

My tone of speech, related facts, and a little exaggeration given the listener's mood, were nice compliments, but only one thing was missed, my sincerity.

"I want to see your room too."

"Do you want to?"

"You decorated it well."

“Yes, I prefer expensive and good stuff. In that case, the things you ordered were perfect. Thank you!"

Lisa, who arranged the letters, smiled brightly at us.

“Young Master, you look very compatible with Miss Laria. It's like looking at Duke and Matilda's childhood.”

"…Thank you."

I approached the table and looked at the pile of new correspondence while he replied slowly.

"That's a lot of correspondence?"

"Yes. Because the banquet is near. ”

Sitting in a chair, he left me to walk around the room. That's to answer the correspondence backlog. Then, Evan sat down next to me after a short break.

“Can I see it?”

"certain."

“Do you mind if I read your correspondence? I wonder why so many people come. ”

"of course. Anyway I sent it on behalf of Icard.”

So, Evan started reading the letters piled up in front of me while I had Lisa take out a pen and paper and bring me a cup of tea with her. Lisa left quietly, grinning after serving tea and sweets.

He must have been quick to read, and after reading all the correspondence sent to me, he began to pay attention to my answer.

“Marchioness Eldsphy.”.

He tilted his head when he saw the first answer I started writing and asked.

"Huh…? What does it mean that you will visit every three days?”

"Well…"

I replied with a gentle smile on my face.

“You are not the only one who can take the successor class. I had to take classes so that I could act as the right hostess. ”

Originally, I had to get a class from the Duchess, but since it was empty, there was no one in the Duchy to educate me. Of course, Duke Icard, who knew I was going to die, did not care about my education. Olivia even showed me the part herself.

“Marchioness Eldsphy is the most prestigious woman here. So, I asked for it myself. ”

“No, you're sick. Why were you even in class when you were sick.?”.

“Don't you think I should be a great Duchess that suits you?”

Evan blushed at my words. He was unable to speak for a moment before continuing furiously.

“Although, why did you go there? Tell him to come to the villa.”

“Where is a student telling his teacher to come and go as he pleases?”

'Now that I think about it, there seems to be one fight here in front of me right now.'

I added quickly.

“It was the class I requested. It's a different case than yours. He's not even used to les.”

Of course, everything is different. The liberal arts class I was going to take was a complete trick. To get to the Marchioness Eldsphy, I had to pass Hanua. Therefore, it means I can officially go out every three days and stop by Hanua.

It was a very proper ruse for me, who was under the supervision of Duke. So, I managed to get approval by sending a long and polite letter to the Eldphy Marchioness while asking for my education.

That's not the only goal, obviously. I need to know how to use the situation effectively. Marchioness Eldsphy also has a daughter named Kate, who will be a strong supporter of mine.

“I will never go overboard and just relax. Going out that much will be good for my health. ”

“….”

“Serena allow me. My doctor said it's okay.”

Although Evan looked worse at those words, he couldn't seem to deny it. After that, I wrote three more official replies, and Evan held his chin and stared blankly.

[Thank you for your letter. I'm looking forward to seeing you soon. Stay healthy until dinner and see you. ]

'Is this fun... Well, obviously, no.'

With that in mind, I muttered softly, wondering if Evan would get bored.

“Because I only did this. You can go there and train your swordsmanship. You don't have to be with me.”

"No."

He slowly handed me the next letter.

"Quick and reply."

“...It's all about this and that..”.

"I just miss you. Don't feel depressed.”

My expression hardened slightly after receiving the letter Evan gave me. The envelope reads 'Seymour Gold Letucia.'

Filled with bad premonitions, I picked up the letter between the envelopes Evan had already opened.

[It's not just a painting taste. I think we have the same taste in words, but I didn't mention it. Also, do you not enjoy reading “Sore Hanua”? ]

I read slowly, hoping that my pupils and hands would not tremble.

[When we talk about our tastes, forget about your young husband who is in the faraway Capital. ]

…Yes God.

Maybe the answer to what I said was that I was uncomfortable considering I had a husband. Still, the timing was terrible.

'What does forgetting mean...?'

He was not a young husband in a distant capital city. Instead, he was a big man sitting right in front of me... Now, he's obsessed with 'being a good partner', and he's very sensitive to men who look up to his wife because of Ludva's actions.

The next moment, Evan knocked on the table and spoke slowly.

"You must answer, Laria."

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