Because He Has a Time Limit, He Becomes the Villain's Son-in-law
KDMBW, DMMP - Chapter 53
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...Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain's Daughter-in-law - Chapter 53...
...Translator and Editor: Skye and the Prophet...
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Chapter 53's
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Suddenly I felt cold sweat running down my back.
'Who can say he's not the son of the main villain. She may seem innocent, but I feel all her darkness…!'
After reading this letter earlier, Evan said nothing and also did not question me. Instead, he waited to see my reaction.
'I'd rather give him an excuse if he asks for it now ...'
That's a little creepy.
"Do you want more ink?"
Well, I guess he's been waiting for me to read this letter. I was a little nervous when I saw a baby animal sharpening its teeth. Seymour's correspondence, of course, also bothered me. Even by mentioning the title of the book 'Sore Hanua', did he suspect that even Kyle Dart Lavonis was me…?
'How does he know ...'
Although I'm sure it's just a suspicion, is that also the buff of the male lead?
Although I was already confused, I couldn't think about it now in front of Evan so I tried to avoid his questions and letters.
"healthy. I'm in no hurry, can we rest? It's not a big deal.”
“Reply and rest. It's not a big deal, as you said.”
Saying so, Evan smirked, more terrifying than ever.
“Hey... You, probably... you haven't noticed since reading this letter, have you?”.
“Laria.”
He grinned and continued, "What kind of petty man keeps caring about social letters to his wife?"
“As expected, right?”
"Yes. So, can I reply on your behalf? ”
“….”
He picked up a pen and started writing on paper without hesitation.
[Which baron has the right to talk about the topic of discussing the future Duchess' tastes? Her young husband from a faraway place came running with a sword, so wipe your neck and wait. ]
The ink was all smeared because of the power of his handwriting.
"Can I send it like this?"
“...No, ignore it. Ignoring is the answer.”
As I replied with a smile, I crumbled his murder note—reply before adding my words, "I'd rather not answer again."
“But, why does this Baron discuss tastes? What does drawing mean?”
"Hm."
Evan's expression was grim, probably because he learned the sword. Although it had been a long time since I had seen him, he was already more like the Duke of Icard.
"I, I don't know either."
Unfortunately, my conscience flew away, and his terrible face was too close. Instead of telling the truth, my eyes aimlessly tried to cover up this mess somehow. After hesitating for a moment, the door opened.
"What the fuck!"
Serena stepped up and spoke in a nervous voice.
"Where's the stalker ?!"
“Serena...?”
“I heard that bastard sent you another letter? What the hell are you doing?"
Evan's forehead frowned once more.
“What do you mean, doctor? Explain."
“How do you explain something as abnormal as a stalker? After all, I cannot be silent as the doctor in charge of Miss Laria's mental health. ”
I rolled my eyes in the middle.
"Young master. Now that you have it, you should slit her throat at the banquet!”
Wait... No, Evan did not like Serena until now, right? On the other hand, Serena, who is also wary of Evan, feels that Seymour is a much more serious case, so they decide to form a team together.
"These people should not be left alone!"
Ah... I will finally kill the male lead for destroying the original plot like this. No matter how shameless I was, I thought I could not be such a bully, so I would firmly say not to say such a thing.
Suddenly, Lisa jumped in through the open door.
"Young master! Why are you listening to this crazy doctor?
"Doctor's crazy, that's kind of rude!"
“If Young Master gets into trouble, he can go to the Capital, but Miss Laria should stay here! Don't you think about Miss Laria's social life?” Lisa said sharply with eyes like an open axe, ignoring Serena's words.
Finally, with my firm agreement, it was agreed that Evan would say something to Seymour on the day of the banquet.
'I think many things will happen at the banquet ...'
I had to step on those who were trying to pick me up and avoid deep conversations with Seymour. Meanwhile, I also have to stop Evan from killing Seymour—
I breathe heavily.
Even Sven came to see me.
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Yuvinart County.
“Even if she is Duchess, well.”
Vietti Luzen Yuvinart grinned as he tilted his teacup.
“I don't think he will be able to become an influential figure in the future, considering he was sent so far.”
As he said it, the people drinking tea at the same table nodded.
"Don't you say his father was a Count?"
“Isn't that a fallen noble? Didn't he die with nothing but debt? ”
"Duke Icard really paid off his debt."
“I don't think his daughter-in-law is too attractive? He brought her in, and she instantly fell ill.”
"So, he must have cleaned it up by sending it all the way."
"Is he sick? Didn't he just kick her out because he really didn't want to see her?”
Vietti sipped a cup of tea with a proud expression on his face.
The aristocratic social world revolves around peer culture. This was why they had to exchange and create factions from an early age. Interactions from early adolescence to adulthood continue even after adulthood.
Vietti, now fifteen, was clearly the queen of the young people of the southwestern region.
After his father died early, his position became stronger as his older brother, who was three years older, became an adult and inherited the County, especially since his older brother was very concerned with Vietti. To the extent that, he wouldn't mind if he wrote a reply at the invitation of young lady Icard to them.
“You must press from the beginning.”
Therefore, Vietti called his close friends of both sexes and smiled.
“For him not to ignore us just because they are from the capital.”
“Young Miss Vietti correct.”
Carla, Vietti's right hand, nodded loudly.
"She's a very tasteless paper doll of the Duchess and can't get out of here."
The nobles, both sexes, responded and supported each other on bashing words. Everyone knew what would happen if they could not join in or show disgust. Especially if it disturbs Vietti's vision. They all remember what happened to Kate, who was his closest friend.
“By the way, let's show her where she is at the banquet.”
said Vietti while flapping his flashy fan.
“If she starts begging herself, it's not a bad idea to get along.”
Duchess Icard's position should also not be ignored. Therefore, Vietti had absolutely no intention of ruling out Laria—No, he thought of placing it on his closest confidant as long as they got along well.
However, for once, the Vietti wanted to place him under him.
"By the way... Kate's not coming to the banquet, is she?"
At a careful question for someone at the table, he grinned lightly.
"No one to talk to, so why did he come?"
Saying so, Vietti proudly put down his teacup.
“Yah... It could be a warning from Princess Icard too. You can be like that, so behave well. Something like that."
It was also a warning to all the children on the table.
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