Don't Obsess Over A Married Woman (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Thud, thud—Viscount Baden slammed the table, creating a threatening atmosphere.
Cardiel frowned at his violent behavior, but the viscount paid no heed.
Instead, he genuinely believed that coaxing a child so ignorant of the world was something perfectly acceptable for an adult to do.
After all, instilling a bit of fear would only make persuasion more effective.
Besides, he had already decided to soothe the boy gently from now on.
‘Hmm, that should be enough. Shall I offer a carrot now?’
Immediately after that thought, Viscount Baden’s voice turned remarkably tender.
“Therefore, my dear nephew, from this moment on, we must join forces to protect Dieren. Only then can you inherit the dukedom without any issues three years from now, don’t you think?”
“…….”
“Who else, if not a blood relative like me, would possibly stand by you and your younger siblings until the very end?”
Yet Cardiel did not react immediately to his words.
He merely stared silently and expressionlessly at Viscount Baden for a long while.
“Are you even listening to me?”
Only when the increasingly impatient Viscount Baden pressed for a response did Cardiel finally speak.
“Yes, I heard you clearly.”
“Good. Then from now on, you and I are allies. This uncle places all his trust in the future Duke himself.”
“Understood.”
“Excellent, excellent. I’ll soon send my contact to infiltrate the Dieren mansion. Ahahahaha… Ahem, ahem.”
Having received the answer he wanted, Viscount Baden was so elated he nearly burst into unrestrained laughter.
Realizing his surroundings, he quickly coughed to cover it up—but inwardly, he couldn’t stop rejoicing.
Children really were easy to handle.
‘Especially when they’re the foolish duke’s offspring.’
To Viscount Baden, Cardiel bore a startling resemblance to the late duke’s younger self.
His delicate features, his pretty eyes, his lustrous, long platinum-blond hair—all of it.
Indeed, the Dieren bloodline generally produced individuals with strikingly attractive appearances.
But as for whether that fine exterior contained any substance… well, that was another matter entirely.
And among that lineage, the late Duke Dieren had been particularly dim-witted.
Viscount Baden himself knew this better than anyone—he’d enjoyed considerable privilege just by humoring the man adequately.
‘So if I simply humor this half-baked youngster a bit…’
He might just gain something far greater.
Greed flickered in Viscount Baden’s eyes.
Yet he overlooked one crucial detail: Cardiel was far more composed and mature than other children his age.
Moreover, there was something Viscount Baden—having never once visited the children until now—could never have known.
Namely, the unshakable bond forged over ten years between Cardiel and Liselotte.
A bond between victims.
“I shall remember and cherish Viscount Baden’s words.”
“Of course you should. Absolutely.”
Cardiel chose not to mention the obvious—that those very words would soon become Viscount Baden’s fatal weakness.
[This is the timeline separator]After finishing our conversation, my older brother hurriedly completed his condolences and left.
Upon hearing that my brother had departed, Cardiel soon returned to the room where his father’s coffin lay, accompanied by Viscount Baden.
Viscount Baden’s expression, however, was rather amusing.
‘That’s the face of someone who got exactly what he wanted.’
His mouth twitched upward—if not for the constraints of a funeral, he surely would have burst into loud laughter already.
“Ahem, ahem! Has Baron Landgritz already taken his leave?”
“He departed just moments ago. Once Viscount Baden finishes your condolences, we intended to conclude our visit and begin preparations for the burial.”
“Oh dear. Has it already gotten this late?”
The sunlight had already completely faded.
Though my words subtly urged him to leave, Viscount Baden showed no intention of departing immediately.
Instead of calling a servant for his outerwear, he turned to me and spoke.
“Before I leave today, I have something I must discuss with the Duchess.”
“It must be urgent indeed—if it needs to be said before the funeral concludes.”
“It isn’t strictly urgent, but it concerns the future of the ducal house and the Viscount’s succession training—so it simply cannot wait.”
Good heavens.
A chill ran down my spine at that moment.
‘It’s exactly as Sir Joseph told me.’
At first, hearing about two ill-intentioned mourners, and even predicting my brother’s purpose, had only felt vaguely uncanny.
Perhaps it still hadn’t felt real until then.
But this—knowing even the exact words Viscount Baden would say—was different.
For the first time, I truly grasped that Sir Joseph somehow knew the future. How that was possible, I had no idea.
Though bewildered, I didn’t stumble over the prepared words I’d been ready to deliver.
“I was just pondering how to handle the Viscount’s succession education. We do have an excellent scholar serving as the Dieren family’s tutor, but unfortunately, he’s reached an age where retirement must soon be considered…”
“Precisely my point.”
Apparently pleased that we understood each other, Viscount Baden plopped himself into the chair my brother had occupied earlier and continued.
“To educate the Viscount—whose future is inseparable from Dieren’s—we’ll need an even more specialized educator, particularly a dedicated private tutor for him.”
Honestly, I agreed with that sentiment.
Although our current tutor was certainly capable, it was undeniable that managing the studies of all three children simultaneously would soon become overwhelming.
Above all, what mother wouldn’t want to provide her children with the highest quality education possible?
Truth be told, until now, my husband had made it difficult to hire additional tutors.
Damn him… though, of course, he was already gone.
“You’re absolutely right. I had the same thought myself. After the funeral, I planned to search for a suitable candidate. Thus…”
“Ah, if that’s the case…”
Viscount Baden cut in before I could finish. I pressed on anyway.
Or rather, I tried to.
“I intended to entrust this task to the person I trust most.”
“Wha—what did you say?”
Goodness, interrupting again.
“You mean you’ve already found a tutor? Who? Could it be that secret arrangement you made with Baron Landgritz?”
It’s truly important to let others finish speaking.
Otherwise, you end up stammering foolishly like that, unable to control your own temper.
Why must the embarrassment always fall to me?
“No, I haven’t found anyone yet. That’s precisely why I’m asking Viscount Baden yourself to find one for us. After all, who cares more for Dieren than Viscount Baden…”
“Exactly! So you’re asking me—me!—to find a tutor for the Viscount, Dieren’s heir! How could someone as insignificant as I possibly…!”
Only then did Viscount Baden seem to realize something was amiss, and his sentence trailed off awkwardly.
I was secretly disappointed—I’d really wanted to hear that arrogant man degrade himself a bit longer.
“My goodness. Do you truly believe that, Viscount Baden?”
“Ahem! I—I mean…”
“I had no idea you felt so burdened by this. I’m truly sorry for overstepping. Understood—I’ll consider the matter dropped…”
“No, no! Who said I refused!”
Oh, my ears.
“O-of course! I am… quite inadequate, admittedly. But I am the Lord President of the Privy Council, serving His Imperial Majesty personally—and above all, I’m the closest person to the Viscount! If not me, then who else could possibly find a suitable tutor!”
I’d planned to let him take the role anyway. Still, watching Viscount Baden desperately scramble to recover from his own blunder was quite entertaining.
Today’s lesson: always listen to a person’s words until the very end.
“If you truly feel that way, then I’m relieved.”
“Hmph, naturally.”
“And Viscount Baden, even if your title is far beneath the ducal house…”
“Hmm?”
“…I could never think of you as ‘insignificant’ or ‘incompetent’ enough to refer to yourself with ‘how dare I.’”
“…?”
Don’t bother giving me that look as if you never said those words. I know perfectly well you implied them.
“Then I’ll take it that you’ll be arranging the Viscount’s private tutor. I’m truly glad you’ve so readily offered your help.”
Thus, the conversation seemed to conclude exactly as Sir Joseph had advised.
Frankly, this whole affair was deeply unpleasant for me.
Yet the forewarning Sir Joseph had firmly imprinted in my mind had left me genuinely uneasy.
‘What must happen cannot be avoided or prevented,’ he’d said—something that had already proven true time and again.
Sir Joseph had insisted that if I stubbornly refused this matter, Viscount Baden would use his authority as Lord President of the Privy Council to obtain an imperial decree directly from the Emperor.
An outrageous abuse of power beyond imagination.
It seemed unbelievable he’d stoop so low—but upon reflection, he certainly had enough motive.
When the ducal title was at stake, what wouldn’t he do?
And if that truly happened, I’d be the one in trouble.
I’d lose all say—or control—in my children’s education entirely.
‘That would be like watching Dieren get stolen right before my eyes.’
That couldn’t be allowed.
In this situation, there was only one way forward: ensure events unfolded under the most favorable conditions for me.
Still, wasn’t it laughable—both my brother and Viscount Baden?
They both hung open-mouthed, eager to swallow Dieren whole.
As long as I stood firm, the ducal title would go to its rightful heir.
Suddenly, I felt a gaze fixed on my profile.
Turning, I found Cardiel staring at me with burning intensity.
I gave my eldest son—who still betrayed nothing of his thoughts through his expression—a subtle, reassuring smile.
‘Don’t worry, Card. I won’t let that man lay a single finger on you or your siblings.’
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Soo all this talk about the dungeons being a maze and very dangerous was for what???
Aww this is such a tesrjerker of a chapter 🥲🥺 . Now she knows they love her ( they made it obvious though)
This is crazy omgosh what is going onn this amount of darkness and trauma gave me whiplash. I can also see where this is going amnesia arc incoming isn’t it.
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“You did, Euphemia. You were sitting right in that mud—you couldn’t possibly be
Does she have a split personality 🤔 😳? I could see that based on the trauma they have
“Yet you claim to have attained scholarly mastery—on par with what imperial-born
This is like watching the regressor’s buff from a 3 rd person perspective
A creature that slowly devoured a person’s brain, driving them inevitably to mad
Ohhh I wonder what it is about her that makes his headaches go away
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It’s good so far I just hope the story can deal with heavy trauma properly