Let's Kidnap The Male Lead! (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 14
Vivian’s house located on the outskirts of the capital.
In a house that looked somewhat modest for a noble, Vivian was finally enjoying a peaceful rest after a long while.
This was precious time for her, who had recently been staying mostly at her hideout because of Dietrich.
However, an uninvited guest came looking for her while she was deep in slumber.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Someone was pounding hard on the front door.
Vivian, startled awake, hurriedly dashed toward the entrance.
The sound of her rushing out was loud and clumsy.
The two uninvited guests stood waiting in front of the door, arms crossed.
“Who is it?”
Her puffy, unwashed face peeked timidly out through the door.
Yawning, Vivian rubbed her drowsy eyes as she tried to identify her visitors.
‘Why the hell are these people here…?’
Her sleep vanished in an instant.
Though she hadn’t seen them in a long time, their faces were unforgettable.
The uninvited guests were the personal maids directly serving Marchioness Schmidt.
These two women, who acted practically as the Marchioness’s right hand, had often joined in tormenting Vivian.
Vivian tensed up and subtly gripped the doorknob, ready to slam the door shut at any moment.
“Why are you here?”
At her wary tone, the visitors sighed.
“Miss Vivian, we’ve told you before not to speak that way. It seems you’ll need to relearn your manners.”
“Cut the nonsense and just state your business.”
They hadn’t visited her even once in the two years since she’d left home.
They certainly hadn’t come just for idle amusement.
“The Marchioness commands you to visit the mansion within three days.”
“No way—ah…!”
She tried to refuse outright, but they’d already forced a small scrap of paper into her hand.
Their inconsiderate action caused her thumb to get cut by the paper.
Crimson blood seeped from the straight cut, yet the maids showed no remorse whatsoever.
Instead, they simply wore placid expressions as if nothing had happened.
Not wanting to waste energy on meaningless bickering, Vivian slowly swallowed her anger.
She then examined the paper in her hand carefully.
It was an invitation made of fine-quality paper—and astonishingly, it bore the Princess’s name.
After glancing quickly at its contents, Vivian bit her lip.
She never wanted to return to that mansion, yet now she had no choice but to go.
“Fine, I’ll come in two days.”
Grumpily, she slammed the door shut.
The Marchioness’s maids’ eyes widened in shock.
“Tch, now that she’s left the family, she thinks she’s someone important.”
“The Marchioness really ought to see this insolent attitude.”
Their mocking, contempt-filled insults seeped through the gaps of the old wooden door.
Vivian sank down slowly, quietly listening to their words as childhood trauma washed over her.
[This is the timeline separator]“Miss Vivian, are you alright?”
Len asked me with concern, seeing me dazed and vacant all day.
“Yeah, of course I’m fine. Just a little tired, that’s all.”
I didn’t want to worry him, so I scratched the back of my head and brushed it off casually.
If he found out someone from my family had come, he’d surely be troubled.
“You’re clearly not alright. I really should tear those bastards apart limb by limb…”
“Huh? What did you say?”
Len, who had been muttering softly, shook his head and gave a clear, gentle smile.
“Nothing at all. But… you’ve got a wound here.”
Overwhelmed by the pressure of having to return to the mansion, I’d completely forgotten I’d even been slightly injured.
Len brought my hand toward him and examined it closely. Sadness and worry clouded his leaf-green eyes.
Why was he making such a face over something so trivial?
It was just a minor paper cut, yet Len looked as if he were in more pain than I was.
“It’s nothing! Really, don’t worry about it!”
Embarrassed, I tried to pull my hand away, but Len wouldn’t let go.
“No, Miss Vivian. Even the smallest wound can fester if left untreated.”
Len fetched several medicines and carefully tended to my injury with great care.
His thoughtfulness brought me comfort.
‘Here’s Len, caring this much for me, and yet I’m moping around like this.’
Feeling a bit more energized, I clenched my fist firmly, determined to pull myself together.
At this rate, I’d miss spotting a handsome man even if he walked right past me.
But… wait?
Len pointed at Viewing Zone 3 and quickly zoomed in.
Hildes Street was lined with various shops, and at that moment, Viewing Zone 3 displayed the front of the weapon shops clustered together.
The enlarged screen captured a man.
“Miss Vivian, there’s a new handsome man.”
“Oh, you’re absolutely right.”
The slender man possessed an exceptionally striking face.
His intense red eyes gleamed vividly, and his features instantly seized one’s attention.
This androgynously charming man exuded an aura of mystery.
‘He’s so handsome… but he seems oddly familiar…’
Although I was certain I’d never seen him before, his face gave me an uncanny sense of déjà vu.
“Len, are you absolutely sure we haven’t kidnapped this guy before?”
“Yes. For one, those red eyes are quite rare. We’ve never kidnapped anyone with red eyes before.”
Len’s memory couldn’t possibly be wrong.
Then why did this feel so unsettling?
Was it just because I was tired?
Still puzzled, I hesitated briefly before standing up.
Anyway, now that we’d spotted a target, we had to capture him.
Despite the uneasy feeling, Vivian Schmidt, the handsome-man kidnapper, was on duty again today!
[This is the timeline separator]Ludovica Belvedus, the heroine of “The Flower Stained in Blood.”
I am the sole princess of the Belvedus family, a house so formidable it could bring birds falling from the sky.
Graceful like a woman from a classical masterpiece, yet radiating an untouchable, overwhelming strength.
Many strove desperately to befriend her, awed by her enviable status.
But all that belonged to the past.
Ludovica Belvedus.
Now known as the Crimson-Eyed Witch or the Madwoman of Belvedus.
Today, she was feared among nobles, known only by these infamous titles.
An old saying claimed that those born with red eyes, like demons, craved blood.
Though it sounded like a prejudiced remark, it might have held some truth.
Red eyes were a trait that mainly manifested in the Belvedus family—and their ill repute was legendary.
Thus, when she first appeared in society, people admired her but dared not approach.
Her brother Dietrich’s notoriously turbulent debut in high society hadn’t helped either.
Yet as time passed, people slowly gathered the courage to approach her.
Ludovica neither welcomed them nor prevented them from staying nearby.
Like moths drawn to a flame, men and women, young and old, always crowded around this beautiful wielder of power.
But one year after her society debut, an incident occurred at an outdoor banquet.
Ludovica had brutally assaulted the son of Viscount Weiss.
The eldest son of House Weiss was a newly knighted knight at the time.
He drew his sword like a true knight and fought her—yet suffered a crushing defeat, even though Ludovica fought barehanded.
He was reduced to near-death within moments, unable to mount even a pathetic counterattack.
Though he narrowly escaped death, he was left with an incurable disability.
Moreover, he never showed his face in noble society again.
The shocking daytime incident reminded everyone of the buried terror they’d once suppressed.
The formidable infamy of the Belvedus name and its horrifying rumors.
Whenever people saw Ludovica’s blood-red eyes, their bodies instinctively trembled.
Reading the deep-seated fear etched into their eyes, she withdrew from high society entirely.
Though invitations continued pouring in for the Belvedus princess after the incident, she burned them all.
Instead, she secluded herself and devoted herself fully to a new passion: sword magic.
At present, the only sword mages active in the Empire were the Belvedus siblings.
Sword magic, an intricate art blending both magical and swordsmanship properties.
Though notoriously difficult to master, its advantages were immense—many had attempted it, but most failed.
To practice sword magic, one needed magical power exceeding that of a mage, physical prowess surpassing that of a knight, and innate combat instincts.
Thus, it was only natural that, aside from its originator—the Belvedus bloodline—no other sword mages existed.
Sword mages required no physical weapons.
What they wielded wasn’t a weapon, but magic itself.
By condensing their magic, they formed sword blades of devastating power, incomparable to ordinary arms.
For this reason, members of the Belvedus family rarely visited weapon shops—
except Ludovica.
She enjoyed studying various weapons and used them as inspiration to craft new forms of magical blades.
Hence, she often dropped by weapon shops, and today was one such day.
She stood on Hildes Street, her long golden hair—reaching down to her waist—hidden beneath a short black wig.
Dressed in the latest fashion popular among commoner men, she looked like a charming young boy at first glance.
Whenever she went out into the streets, Ludovica always cross-dressed like this to avoid drawing attention, as people recognizing her often caused disturbances.
Fortunately, thanks to her tall stature and broad frame, changing just her hair and clothes allowed her to blend naturally among the crowd without revealing her identity.
Occasionally, someone would fear her red eyes, but it rarely caused real trouble.
If only she could change her eye color too, her disguise would be perfect.
She sometimes felt a twinge of bitterness, but within her knowledge, no such humanly possible method existed.
Still, cross-dressing alone gave her enough freedom to roam the streets as she pleased.
Now inside a weapon shop, Ludovica unconsciously reached toward a displayed flail.
“…I didn’t expect to find this.”
A flail-type morning star, no less.
At the sight of such a rare weapon, the corners of her lips curled upward into a sinister smile.
The shopkeeper, who had been about to scold her for touching merchandise without permission, froze at that smile.
It was undeniably beautiful, yet something about it sent chills down his spine, making him too uneasy to speak.
As Ludovica browsed the various displayed morning stars, her eyes suddenly lit up.
She swiftly lifted one weapon and examined it meticulously from every angle.
It was a flail: a spiked metal ball attached to a handle by a chain.
It had been a long time since she’d found a weapon so satisfying.
Ludovica quickly paid and stepped outside, eager to return to the mansion and begin her practice.
But just then—
“Huh?”
Suddenly, darkness engulfed her vision, and a powerful gust of wind struck her as though slicing through the very air.
In less than a second—
‘An ambush?’
Ludovica immediately assumed a defensive stance and scanned her surroundings warily.
Yet she sensed no enemy presence.
Still on high alert, she kept observing her surroundings—until, belatedly, she realized:
This wasn’t Hildes Street at all.
It was an entirely different place—
somewhere she’d never been before in her life.
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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