I Became The Sword Of The Sword-Obsessed Male Lead (18 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
Apparently, I was clearly not cut out to be a maid.
After waking up early all three days to prepare for the banquet, my head felt like it was spinning in circles.
‘I wonder what Dietrich is doing right now?’
It had already been several days since I last saw Dietrich here.
Several days?
Come to think of it, it hadn’t actually been that long.
I scratched my head and tilted it in confusion.
Then why did it feel like such a long time?
Probably for just one reason—I missed that annoyingly handsome face.
Because Dietrich was the only person in this mansion who knew my true identity.
Today, too, I crouched beneath a thicket of vines to sneak a quick rest.
After a while, I began to feel sweat trickling down my back.
It was the combined effect of this stifling maid uniform and the hot weather.
As the sun moved overhead, the day grew steadily hotter.
I couldn’t hide here much longer.
I started to wiggle slowly to get up from my spot.
“Skipping work again?”
“Oh—gosh, you scared me!”
At the voice coming from the other side of the bushes, I toppled backward onto my bottom.
“If the Head Maid finds out, you’ll be in trouble, won’t you?”
Pale teal eyes—similar to Dietrich’s yet distinctly different—stared down at me intently.
His tone was gruff, but a faint smile played at the corners of his lips.
The Delgado mansion’s second young master, whom I’d been running into more often lately, seemed oddly cheerful for some reason.
“Young Master Julian.”
“They say you’re busy with the banquet today—so is it really okay to be slacking off like this?”
“I’ve already finished my preparations, so it should be fine… probably…”
Unfortunately, the Head Maid’s voice—desperately calling for me—suddenly popped into my mind, and I trailed off uncertainly.
Julian, catching my hesitation, asked teasingly,
“Oh? Then should I go tell the Head Maid you’re hiding here?”
“No way!”
“Kukuk—see? You *are* skipping work!”
Wait, but this young master…
It was the first time I’d seen him since he’d left me that thankful note, and he looked much better now.
I carefully examined Julian’s appearance.
Perhaps because of today’s banquet, he looked neater and calmer than usual.
Now that I thought about it, I was again near some bushes.
Was Julian also trying to skip work like me?
Reading the question in my eyes, Julian clicked his tongue and said,
“I’m not running away today.”
“Oh, really?”
“I’m telling the truth, so believe me.”
“Then what brings you all the way out here?”
At my question, Julian scratched the back of his head and averted his eyes.
He clearly had something he was hiding.
But seeing his cheeks flushed bright red while he feigned indifference was so endearing that I decided to pretend not to notice.
‘He’s really different from how he was described in the novel.’
Unlike the novel’s description of him as unreadable and rather irritable, Julian seemed no different from an ordinary teenage boy.
In fact, he was gentler than most noble-born youths.
Just the fact that he spoke so casually to someone of mere maid status like me proved it.
“Alright, I won’t ask anymore. But you have to keep this a secret too—if I get caught, I won’t even get to touch the leftover food after tonight’s banquet!”
Do you have any idea what I’ve been living for until now?!
I’ve endured purely on the hope of finally tasting those mouthwatering dishes!
Perhaps my desperation reached him—Julian awkwardly nodded.
“I wasn’t really planning to tell anyone.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m merciful, after all.”
“Pfft!”
Unable to hold it in, laughter burst out—and Julian frowned, raising an eyebrow.
“Why are you laughing? Am I funny or something?”
“It’s not that you’re funny—it’s that you’re cute…”
Wait, was it even okay for a maid to call a young master “cute”?
But the thought came too late.
Julian’s face was already burning as if about to explode.
“Cute…? Me?”
“Well, yes. You really are cute, Young Master.”
I wasn’t sure if that was the answer he wanted, but my mouth had already run off on its own.
And I hadn’t been lying—his pure, unspoiled sincerity, remembering even the offhanded words I’d said, was truly lovely.
But apparently, being called “cute” wasn’t a compliment to Julian.
He puffed out his chest and shrugged his shoulders once,
trying so hard to appear dignified that it only made him more unbearably adorable.
His doll-like golden hair fluttered gently in the breeze.
Julian furrowed his brows firmly and declared,
“I’m someone who has absolutely nothing to do with ‘cuteness’!”
“Yes, yes—I know, I get it.”
“Mother always tells me to carry myself with dignity. So why do you keep saying I’m cute?”
Just how old was Julian, anyway?
I didn’t know his exact age, but I’d seen plenty of kids around his age before.
Back at the orphanage, the children who called me “older sister” always longed for compliments like “handsome” or “beautiful,” just like the protagonists in novels.
Remembering that, I gently patted Julian’s shoulder.
“Of course you’re handsome and dignified! But right now—you’re allowed to be cute.”
“Allowed to be cute? But…”
“You’re right at the age when you’re supposed to be cute.”
Just then—
“Heidi! Heidi!”
The Head Maid’s voice, calling for me hoarse from searching, rang out.
I’d been caught skipping work a few days ago—if they caught me again today, I might really get fired.
Quickly massaging my stiff legs, I forced myself to stand up.
“If I stay any longer, I’ll really get in trouble—so I should go now. I’m a new hire, after all, so I’ve got a lot to do.”
As I reluctantly moved to leave, my wrist was suddenly caught.
Looking down at the soft, pale hand gripping my wrist, I saw Julian looking flustered.
He seemed to want to say something.
So I knelt down to meet his eyes, letting him speak comfortably.
After some hesitation, Julian slowly opened his mouth.
“Uh… will you… come to the banquet?”
Come to the banquet?
I pointed playfully at my maid uniform with my finger and laughed softly.
“Of course not—I’m just a maid. And a new one at that.”
“So there’s absolutely no way for you to attend?”
“I suppose not.”
From what I knew of romance novels, you needed an invitation to enter a banquet.
And those invitations would’ve been sent only to high-ranking nobles with close ties to the Delgado Duke’s family.
There was no way a mere maid could attend such an event. Only senior maids and servants with long tenure served at banquets.
Had he grown attached so quickly?
Hearing I couldn’t go, Julian’s expression instantly drooped.
His small shoulders slumped—he looked genuinely disappointed.
“Tonight’s banquet is going to be absolutely awful. I’m already terrified.”
His lips were tense with anxiety as he spoke about fearing the banquet.
“All the nobles will be there, and I have to show the Delgado family’s dignity without trembling in front of them. I have to do far better than my brother.”
“…”
“But what I’m most afraid of…”
He glanced at me uncertainly, then whispered as if sighing,
“Is that Mother will be disappointed in me.”
Good heavens.
My heart ached with sympathy.
What Julian feared was “comparison.”
Being compared to Dietrich.
He both admired and feared Dietrich—blessed with almost unreal beauty, swordsmanship mastery, and brilliant intellect.
But even more terrifying was
the pressure of meeting his mother’s expectations and the anxiety of needing to surpass Dietrich.
Considering how the Duchess treated Julian in the original story, it wasn’t surprising he felt this way.
I completely forgot the Head Maid calling for me and gently took Julian’s hand in mine.
Then I smiled warmly, crinkling the corners of my eyes.
“You want me to come?”
“Hmph! Not like I *need* you to or anything.”
“Oh really…? Is that so?”
When I muttered just loudly enough for him to hear, “Then I guess I won’t go,” Julian panicked and quickly added,
“Ahem—but! My brother’s closest friend is coming today. All the noble ladies say he’s incredibly handsome. You’d probably like him too, right?”
“Oh please! Just because someone’s handsome doesn’t mean I automatically like them!”
“Yes, it does.”
His answer came too fast for me to deny it.
Right—he *was* right. I *did* like handsome guys.
“That’s why you keep calling me cute—I like pretty, cute, and handsome things!”
Brat—even his self-awareness was impressive.
“So you’ll come?”
Though pretending otherwise, he clearly desperately wanted me to attend. I paused for a moment, considering.
Even if Dietrich’s friend was handsome, wouldn’t it still feel a bit strange for me to go to that banquet?
Honestly, just looking at Dietrich’s face made me doubt whether his friend could really be that handsome…
‘Wait a second—Dietrich’s friend?’
Suddenly, a thought struck me, and I froze in place.
Dietrich, with his famously icy demeanor, had only ever had one single friend since forever.
“Nocturne Frey.”
“Huh? How do you know Viscount Frey?”
“No way!”
It was so shocking it felt like my breath had been knocked out of me.
Nocturne Frey—Nocturne Frey himself!
The Nocturne Frey I adored so much I wished I could become his lower lip was coming to the banquet!
Julian, seeing me suddenly overexcited, looked slightly startled—but this was no time to worry about that.
This was a gift from the heavens.
My chance—finally—to meet Nocturne.
Though my days as the Spirit of the Sword had been grueling, it must have all been leading to this moment.
I affectionately ruffled Julian’s hair—the one who’d given me this precious information—and declared,
“I’ll do *anything*—I *will* get into that banquet!”
“Huh? What do you plan to do?”
“Don’t worry.”
I met Julian’s wide, anxious eyes and gave him a playful wink.
“Even if you don’t see me in there, I’ll be watching over you and cheering you on.”
“…You will?”
Seeing his doubtful expression, I clenched my fist with more conviction.
“Yes! So please don’t be nervous or tense. Young Master Julian, you’re wonderful and admirable just as you are.”
“…”
Julian didn’t say anything in reply.
But the corners of his mouth were already twitching upward.
“Alright, fine. I guess I’ll take your word for it.”
Julian said as neutrally as he could, bowed slightly, and walked away.
And left alone in that spot, a sly smile crept onto my lips.
“Ohoho—my absolute favorite is coming to the banquet, is he?”
Perfect.
Nocturne Frey—just you wait.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
*
At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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