“You thought of me and bought this? Thanks, brother. I love it!”
“……Yeah.”
Caught off guard by the unexpected reaction, Deon nodded his head nervously.
His nape slightly reddened.
(This is a time separator.)
“A wolf, sir, what will you do?”
Jed asked Blake, who was sitting at his desk.
It was after they had entered Blake’s study, having been ordered to follow him as he had something to discuss regarding the hunt.
“A wolf?”
“……A wild dog. Generous Lady Riche brought it.”
At Jed’s answer, Blake chuckled briefly.
He skimmed through the documents piled up during his absence.
“We must send it back. Is Trapet in good condition?”
“He’s frantic preparing for next season’s new arrivals. He seems to have given up on wolf fur. He says he’s got inspiration elsewhere now, so he doesn’t care about fur anymore.”
“Elsewhere?”
“Our young lady.”
Jed shrugged his shoulders.
Trapet had given up on wolf fur. Duke Serdiya would no longer have any interest in her.
“There won’t be anyone coming over from the Duke’s side.”
Blake thought for a moment and asked Jed,
“We have a spy planted in Duke Serdiya’s house, right?”
“Yes.”
“Tell Duke Serdiya that we are keeping a red wolf. Without the eldest son’s faction finding out. Secretly.”
“Yes, sir. But, my lord,”
Jed shared his concerns.
“If Duke Serdiya finds out, won’t he rage that we’re holding his son hostage? His personality doesn’t seem like he’ll quietly just take his son back.”
“It’s fine for now.”
Blake recalled the foolish face of the man wearing the championship crown at the founding festival.
He was so elated by the glory regained after ten years that he would gladly accept the enemy’s request for a while.
He’s a simple writer. His issue with succession was a problem because he thought of it simply.
“The second son of Serdiya, he was found in front of the gate with a broken leg, right?”
“Yes.”
“It’s curious how he got there.”
Blake said as he flipped through the papers.
It was incomprehensible how a young wolf, that too with a severely injured body, had made it all the way to Lord Ludwick’s territory.
And it was no less mysterious that it was lying in front of Lord Ludwick’s mansion.
It was as if someone had planned it.
“It could be a trap by the Serdiya eldest son’s faction. A strategy to involve Lord Ludwick, who is not on good terms with Serdiya, in the succession issue.”
Jed scratched his head. He, too, had had that thought when he found Ziegbert in front of the gate.
“Jed, if we leave it like this, it will die……?”
How could he possibly refuse those eyes looking up at him?
‘Am I becoming a lady’s fool too? …No, no. I haven’t fallen for the lady.’
Blake had already crossed the river of a daddy’s girl. If the moment comes when he overuses his abilities for Riche, should I not stop him?
He needed to calm his mind.
While Jedd was earnestly gathering his thoughts, Blake spoke.
“Anyway, the fact that a talented guy like him is injured must be the work of the eldest son’s forces. The Duke of Serdiya must have waited for the time when he went hunting to make his move.”
“It would be a headache if connected. It might be better to secretly take the second son to the Duke of Serdiya’s residence and pretend we don’t know anything…”
“No.”
Blake said firmly.
Doing as Jedd suggested was one way, but it would only hand Zekebert over to the eldest son’s forces again.
The Duke of Serdiya had been entrusting all matters regarding the children to his first wife.
“He too must know who his son was treated like by whom. It’s his succession issue; how long will he only stand by and watch. Ah, tell him that too. Lodwick will not be involved in this issue except for the treatment of the wolf.”
“Yes.”
“More than that, Duke Gerwer is the problem.”
“Duke Gerwer?”
Blake recalled the words of Duke Gerwer, who said he had business with Deon.
He couldn’t approach him because of the hunting event, but at the founding festival, his eyes never left Deon.
“He’s interested in Deon again.”
“Again?”
Jedd’s brows furrowed.
It was because, three years ago, there was an incident where Duke Gerwer tried to kidnap Deon, who was six years old at the time.
He wanted to know the source of the power Deon had.
Although it ended unsuccessfully, the current Lodwick family hated Duke Gerwer because of that incident.
“He’s insane. That guy. It’s embarrassing to say that Gerwer is the family of the sages.”
A madman with insight.
It was a word pointing to the current Duke Gerwer.
It was even more troublesome because his actions were unpredictable.
Maybe he was thinking of taking him as a lifelong companion until the end of his life.
But there was still a little time until then.
Blake’s eyes grew cold.
“Deploy more surveillance personnel on Gerwer’s side.”
“Yes.”
(This is the time separator.)
It was an afternoon with a cool breeze.
Riche visited Clang’s clinic to check on Zekebert’s condition.
“Hello.”
[Oh, you’re fine?]As Riche climbed onto the bed, Zekebert wagged his tail in greeting.
Zekebert had turned into a wolf, but exposure had to be controlled, so the curtains around the bed were still drawn.
“……?”
After a while of playing the three of them, the other side of the curtain became noisy.
The voices of the knights who came to the clinic and Clang, who was greeting them.
Riche slightly pulled back the curtain to check the outside situation.
Two knights were supporting another knight who was groaning in pain.
Blood dripped from the injured knight’s halfbent body, staining the floor.
“Doctor! We’re sorry! He was injured during training, and he couldn’t hold on until we called the village doctor……!”
“I see. It’s serious. Over there, lay him on an empty bed.”
“Thank you! Hang on, Philip. Just hold on a little longer!”
Although Clang was the personal physician for Blake and his family, he occasionally treated patients in critical condition.
The injured knight occupied one of the beds in the clinic. It was far from where Riche was.
After the urgent treatment ended, except for the patient, the two knights left the clinic.
“Damn. He must live…….”
Hearing the sobbing sound, it seemed that the injured knight was quite close to him.
The clinic became quiet.
Clang slightly pulled back the curtain of Riche’s bed and spoke to her in a soft voice.
“Miss, I will go and get some herbs. Or would you like to go out with me now? I can escort you to your room.”
“I’ll stay here. Until you come back.”
She was worried about leaving Zekebert alone in the clinic with a stranger.
Clang turned his head and looked behind.
On the bed, the unconscious knight would not wake up until the next day due to the severity of his injury.
“Then I’ll be right back. It will take about ten minutes.”
“Alright.”
Clang, the curtain was drawn, and steps were moved.
A moment later, the sound of closing the door was heard. The treatment room, where silence was necessary. But the footsteps did not stop.
Thud. Thud.
The silhouette of someone standing tall behind the curtain.
‘Who is it?’
Riche looked at the silhouette, holding her breath.
“Creak[Dash].”
Ziegbert puffed its fur and threatened menacingly.
Someone pulled back the curtain. Judging by the bandaged upper body and dark green hair, it was the injured knight that had been confirmed behind the curtain earlier.
But the colors of his eyes were different. A brown left eye and a golden right eye.
[Contractor!]Pythons screamed inside her head.
One corner of the knight’s mouth, who was silently looking down at Riche, rose.
“Reneb.”
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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