Roselia looked at Claus with unbelieving eyes.
“Milord…?”
“The Duke of Valtezard…?”
Whether it was unpleasant for Claus to be addressed by his title with a dirty mouth, he once again twisted Antonio’s arm.
With a thud sound, Antonio, whose arm was already deformed, screamed in agony.
“Aaargh!”
“With that filthy hand, where are you touching? Should I cut off the remaining hand too?”
Having said that, Claus spoke with a growling tone.
“Antonio de Hesingk.”
It was clearly a remark directed at Antonio, but Roselia’s heart turned cold.
How does the Duke know? Since when?
With a face that seemed to share her thoughts, Antonio, with his broken arm, spoke with a contorted face.
“Y-You. You knew?”
Claus, looking down on Antonio arrogantly, alternately glanced at the silent Claus and Roselia. Then, Antonio, with a twisted face, opened his mouth.
“The two of you deceived me pretending not to know! Roselia, you wretched woman!”
Roselia, puzzled by Antonio’s words, furrowed her eyebrows. Antonio, who couldn’t see such a reaction, raised his eyebrows and continued speaking.
“You received the favor of my mother and me, who were begging on the streets for your mother, whose origin is unknown. Is this how you repay the kindness?”
Watching Antonio mutter silently, Klaus, who had been observing the scene, frowned and looked at him coldly.
“Ha… I can’t stand to hear this.”
Pressing down Antonio’s arm he held, Klaus, who made Antonio fall to the ground, growled.
“You told Roselia to give you 2,000 verangs, right?”
Klaus’s murmuring voice was extremely threatening.
“The debt to be paid to the Marquis was 3,000 verangs. She paid 2,000 verangs without a drop of the Marquis’s blood. Instead, you should be the one paying 2,000 verangs.”
Klaus, crouching down with disdain for Antonio, who lay on the ground, continued speaking.
“Hmph… The Duke of Valtezard isn’t that impressive. Being surrounded by a woman’s skirt and being swayed like this.”
In the end, unable to bear it any longer, Klaus kicked away Antonio, who was lying on the ground.
“Ugh!”
Thrown away as if flying by the tremendous force, Antonio groaned.
Approaching leisurely, Klaus, who had a calm expression, stepped on his chest from above.
“You, who can’t distinguish right from wrong and are worse than a beast, think you’re better than her.”
“I think it’s better to consider you, who can’t distinguish right from wrong and makes noises like a beast in pain, is better than you who installs blindly.”
“Mmm…!”
While Antonio, making beast-like sounds in the pain of pressing his chest, Klaus, with a cold gaze, pulled out a sword from the scabbard hanging from his waist.
“As compensation for your life, I’ll take over the Marquis’s debt.”
“Hee-hee!”
The moment Klaus, with an indifferent expression, wielded the sword with a sharp red hue.
“Milord!!”
Klaus’s hand, which was about to go down, froze at Alejandro’s sudden voice.
“Calm down! If you kill him like this, we won’t find out anything!”
Under Alejandro’s admonition, Klaus’s hand, which had been about to descend, lowered slowly.
Soon, Klaus, with a sword at his waist, opened his mouth with a chilling voice.
“If you don’t want to give up your life for 2,000 verangs right away, never appear again. Next time, I’ll take your neck, which is worth less than 2,000 verangs.”
Under Klaus’s feet, Antonio, who had eventually wet himself, left the spot with a bluish face as if waiting.
The bewildered gaze of Roselia alternately observed the disappearing figures of Antonio and Klaus.
Seemingly aware of her gaze, Klaus, who slowly turned his head, coldly opened his mouth.
“Let’s discuss this inside first.”
His heavily lowered voice seemed angry in some way.
“Roselia.”
Entering Klaus’s office, Roselia silently approached Klaus, who was sitting on the sofa.
“Since when did you know?”
“Is that important?”
Coldly rebuffed, he stared at her intently.
“Why did you deceive me?”
“…….”
Roselia’s lips didn’t part easily. Klaus’s gaze, looking at her lips, turned cold.
“Why did you approach me disguised as Antonio?”
At his cold voice, Roselia, who was trembling under Alejandro’s gaze, finally moved her hand down.
Soon, Klaus, with a sword at his waist, spoke with a chilly voice.
“If you don’t want to give up your life for 2,000 verangs right away, never appear again. Next time, I’ll take your neck, which is worth less than 2,000 verangs.”
Roselia’s eyes, still trembling, looked at Klaus’s disappearing back, who had wet himself and hurriedly left.
“Were you having fun playing around with me while going back and forth between Roselia and Antonio?”
“It’s not like that.”
“If it’s not like that, then tell me straight, Roselia. What kind of scheme is this?”
Roselia’s expression darkened.
Even if she speaks the truth, will he believe her?
Did she crossdress to avoid falling in love with him?
That if they get involved, both of them would end up dead?
At the thought, Roselia bit her lip, unable to believe the absurdity she had uttered.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
