At first, I thought I had seen it wrong for a moment. It was hard to imagine Duke Bellion at the Floren mansion, but the one in front of my eyes was indeed Bellion.
As expected, the surroundings were already chaotic. The servants were busily moving about at the arrival of Duke Ulphirim. Among the commotion, Delina looked up at Bellion, who was gazing at her.
“Clown.”
“…….”
“We must go.”
I don’t know why that single word, “clown,” shakes the heart so much. Amid the confused crowd, with Bellion’s voice calling me with an indifferent face, Delina hid her surging emotions and put on an indifferent face.
“Did you come to get me?”
At Delina’s words, Bellion nodded his head. Simultaneously, a smile blossomed on Delina’s face.
“So jump down.”
“From here?”
“Can’t a clown do that?”
It was a welcome relief that he still referred to me as a clown. Delina shook her head slightly.
“I can jump, but it might be my last performance.”
“I don’t like that.”
“Right? So…….”
“Then jump.”
“Excuse me?”
Thinking she had misheard, Delina asked at that moment, Bellion spread his arms. Only then did Delina understand Bellion’s intentions.
“……You will catch me if I jump?”
“Yes.”
At Bellion’s sincere words, Delina began to be flustered. No matter if he caught her, in truth, Delina had no intention of actually jumping. Moreover…….
“Hey! Are you ignoring us again? You really think you can’t step out of here!”
Yes. Let’s jump.
At Jake’s voice, Delina made up her mind. Delina, who promptly stepped on the windowsill, looked solemnly at Bellion once and then jumped.
“Miss!”
One of the servants who saw this screamed, but it was only a moment. Soon Delina landed in Bellion’s arms and only then opened her tightly closed eyes. Bellion’s face was in front of her eyes.
“You jump well. Is it because you’re a clown?”
“Yes. An aerial clown show. You only get to see it once every hundred years. It’s practically the last performance.”
The servants could not help but be astonished at the sight of Delina naturally nestled in Bellion’s arms. One of them bravely asked.
“Yo, Your Grace. How did you come this far? And why the young lady……?”
“I came to see Count Floren.”
At Bellion’s words, the one who asked swallowed his saliva once and asked again.
“May I dare to ask what the business is?”
“I’m going to get a clown.”
“……A clown?”
The atmosphere around them became more and more strange at the word “clown.” Delina hurriedly tapped Bellion’s shoulder.
“I know where my grandfather is. I’ll guide you.”
At Delina’s words, Bellion entered the mansion without delay. There was no one who could stop Bellion. They all just stared blankly at the backs of Bellion and Delina.
“Ah, Miss?”
“I’m fine, so everyone go back to work. I’m really okay.”
Once inside the mansion, the atmosphere of terror among the people reached its peak.
Everyone looked at Bellion with fearful eyes, thinking of Delina in his arms as a hostage. Especially Lilia, who was almost fainting. Delina’s smile, saying she was fine, was of no use to those who were already engulfed in shock and terror.
“Here, here.”
For the mental health and stability of the servants, it was necessary to quickly guide Bellion to the room. Fortunately, the room began to appear soon, and Delina, who escaped from Bellion’s arms, quickly opened the door.
“Grandfather!”
“……Delina?”
As the door opened, an old man was sitting on the bed, continuously coughing dryly. It was Delina’s grandfather, the Count of the Floren Count family, Luton.
“My goodness, Delina……. Is it really you, Delina?”
At the sight of Delina entering the room, Luton trembled.
“Where have you been all this time? Huh? When did you return to the mansion?”
“I’m sorry, Grandfather. There was a place I really had to go.”
Delina, who held Luton’s hand, turned her head toward Bellion behind her.
“And I have someone to introduce to you, Grandfather.”
“Huh? Who might that be……?”
Delina’s words prompted Luton to look at Duke Bellion. Upon confirming the other party, Luton slightly opened his mouth, then hurriedly bowed his head.
“Your Grace.”
“You know me.”
“Even if I’m bedridden with an old body, I’m not ignorant of the world’s affairs. Of course, I know the stories about Your Grace.”
Although that story may not be a very pleasant one, Delina thought.
“But why, Your Grace, with my granddaughter…?”
“I will take the child with me.”
“What?”
Delina, shocked by Duke Bellion’s words, cut straight to the point without any preamble.
“So, grandfather. I have received the Duke’s patronage.”
“Patronage? Delina, you?”
The Duke’s patronage, this unexpected situation, Luton seemed bewildered as he licked his dry lips.
“Yes. Grandfather, you know about the Duke’s patronage, right? I was recognized for my talent and have decided to receive the Duke’s patronage.”
“I see. I’ve heard of it but… What talent?”
The one who accepted those words was Duke Bellion.
“As a clown.”
“Yes! So, so…! A talent that can provide laughter like a clown!”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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