Let's Kidnap The Male Lead! (19 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
Only upon facing Dietrich did I finally understand.
The reason I hadn’t recognized him.
In the original work, Dietrich was always described as hollow.
Empty eyes. An attitude suggesting life held no meaning for him.
Aside from the moment he died at his sister Ludovica’s hands, he never once revealed any emotion throughout the story.
Yet the Dietrich before my eyes was different from the one in the novel.
Contrary to the original narrative’s cold and lifeless description, this man clearly had expressions.
The strange smile tugging at his lips was even more intimidating than his usual blank expression.
“Hmm… I didn’t expect you to be a lady.”
His voice was filled with chill and oppressive weight.
Overwhelmed by that eerie presence, I couldn’t even speak, trembling uncontrollably.
His jet-black eyes began scrutinizing me with unnerving intensity, sending chills down my spine.
He stepped forward and crouched down until our eye levels matched, as I sat frozen in place.
My terrified reflection stared back at me from his pitch-black pupils.
I awkwardly tried averting my gaze to escape his stare.
But Dietrich grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.
I couldn’t even guess what thoughts were running through his head.
Shaking violently, I finally managed to speak with great difficulty.
“I… I’m sorry.”
Dietrich’s eyebrows twitched upward in apparent curiosity. After a brief pause, as if pondering, he spoke.
“Hmm? Sorry for what?”
“…Um.”
“For kidnapping me? Or imprisoning me? Which one are you apologizing for?”
“I—I’m sorry for everything….”
Damn you, past me—why did you do that?
Silently cursing my former self with tears in my heart, I asked very politely,
“If you’re going to kill me… could you at least make it quick and painless…?”
The subtle smile on Dietrich’s lips vanished instantly.
The atmosphere turned deadly in an instant, as though I were walking on thin ice.
“So you know who I am.”
Had I accidentally slipped up? Dietrich seemed extremely sensitive about his identity being exposed.
In his chilling tone, I babbled out an explanation.
“I just figured it out now. But honestly, seeing you like this, wouldn’t anyone ask the same thing…?”
Realizing too late that I might be further provoking him, I trailed off meekly.
Surprisingly, however, Dietrich responded with unexpected leniency.
His expression softened, and the sharp tension in the air eased.
He gave a slow, languid nod.
“That’s a fair point.”
“R-right? Haha.”
I gave an awkward laugh, going along with his words.
But despite his smiling face, internally I was utterly frustrated.
‘Wait, so does that mean he’ll kill me painlessly or painfully?’
Not only had I received no answer to my question, but I’d gained nothing at all.
Just then, as if reading my thoughts, Dietrich spoke again.
“I’ll give you my answer shortly.”
“…Yes?”
He crooked one corner of his mouth upward. The expression looked so villainous that cold sweat trickled down my spine.
“I’ll let you know exactly how I intend to kill you—later.”
“Hahaha… sure.”
Unable to think of a proper response, I replied vaguely.
It seemed clear that Dietrich planned to torment me thoroughly before killing me.
[This is the timeline separator]Prince Calis von Agrion.
The sixth and youngest child of the Emperor, who was believed to have died immediately after birth twenty years ago.
Many people had wept sorrowfully at the tragic loss of a life that had barely begun.
Yet those familiar with the inner workings of the imperial palace actually regarded his death as a blessing.
His mother held no power, and his father harbored not even a shred of affection for him.
Although the Emperor had always kept numerous consorts, Calis’s mother came from the humblest of noble families.
Even if he had been born healthy, his future would have been utterly predictable.
A prince in name only.
Merely holding that meaningless title would have forced him to endure lifelong scheming and pressure from his siblings.
And that process would undoubtedly have been far crueler than most could imagine.
Since a life filled with suffering worse than death clearly awaited him, some considered his premature death a blessing—even though Calis never got to see the world with his own eyes.
But the truth was entirely different from what people believed.
Prince Calis von Agrion had not died that day twenty years ago.
Even the Emperor himself had believed Calis had passed away—but in truth, he had survived.
His death had been staged—by none other than the Empress herself.
…Almost no one knew about this highly classified matter.
At most, only the Empress’s closest confidant—the very person who had imprisoned Calis—and perhaps the Master of the Gerald Intelligence Guild, who supposedly knew every secret of the Empire.
Headquarters of the Gerald Intelligence Guild.
The Guild Master, commonly known as “Master,” approached the reception room door, glancing over the documents in his hand.
Today’s scheduled client was Vivian Schmidt.
A year ago, she had asked him to investigate Calis.
The Gerald Intelligence Guild was famed for swift results—any request was fulfilled within a month.
Yet there was one exception.
An assignment that remained unfinished—not because it couldn’t be completed, but because it hadn’t been—after an entire year.
It was precisely the task entrusted by Vivian Schmidt.
She had requested information on Calis’s appearance and current whereabouts.
Though seemingly simple, the mission was far from easy—it required infiltrating the Empress’s quarters.
But there was nothing Master couldn’t accomplish.
He had swiftly uncovered all the information Vivian needed.
All that remained was delivering the report.
Yet Master deliberately withheld it from Vivian, concealing the truth entirely.
For over a year, he had deceived her with fabricated documents and flimsy excuses about the difficulty of the investigation.
Even now, the report in his hand was a meticulously forged counterfeit.
Flipping through the roughly twenty-page document, Master completed his final review.
Satisfied that its contents were convincing enough to fool anyone, he adjusted the mask covering his face.
The full-face black mask was worn only when meeting clients.
Finally, Master opened the door and stepped into the reception room where Vivian was expected to wait.
Contrary to his expectations, however, the person inside wasn’t Vivian—but her subordinate, Len.
Surprised by the unexpected visitor, Master quickly scanned the room, then slumped wearily into the seat opposite.
“Ah, if I’d known you were coming instead of the young lady, I wouldn’t have bothered preparing these documents! Master, you should’ve given me a heads-up.”
After a moment, he grumbled and removed his mask, revealing his unfiltered face.
It was a rare sight—he always wore the mask before clients.
But Len showed no reaction, clearly accustomed to this behavior.
‘Still no reply. Such a different person compared to when he’s with Miss Vivian.’
Neither Vivian nor any guild member knew the truth: the real master of the Gerald Intelligence Guild wasn’t the Guild Master known as “Master.”
‘A year ago, I never would’ve imagined this—I’d end up serving someone else.’
Master briefly recalled the day he first met Len.
What he’d witnessed then was a scene so unbelievable it couldn’t possibly have been the work of a single person.
Half the guild building lay in ruins, and guild members were scattered across the floor, unconscious.
Beside them stood Len, exuding a savage aura as if effortlessly choking the life out of them—a presence befitting a true ruler.
Even now, that chilling yet exhilarating memory made Master shiver involuntarily—though the thought was quickly interrupted.
Len had just handed him a photograph—apparently of a new kidnapping victim.
“He’s kidnapped someone again? Honestly, that young lady never fails to surprise. Truly our master’s master.”
Master clapped lightly and took the photo without hesitation.
It was routine for Vivian to send him pictures of the handsome men she’d abducted.
Unlike Vivian, who simply released her captives and forgot about them, Len always investigated the victims’ backgrounds and kept watch over them for weeks afterward.
He needed to ensure the freed men wouldn’t seek revenge against her.
Of course, all this was done without Vivian’s knowledge.
“Hmm, this one’s a real catch. Miss Vivian’s eye for men never ceases to amaze me. Our master better start worrying—she’s gone and kidnapped Viscount Belvedus himself!”
When Len responded with a confused look, Master elaborated even more dramatically.
“You don’t know Dietrich Belvedus? Master, at this rate, I’d believe you were a foreign spy. He’s a sword mage, you know—a true one-man army.”
Master, who hadn’t taken his eyes off the photo, started to shift his gaze toward Len—but paused mid-motion.
His master, who had clearly been there just moments before, had vanished without a sound.
“…Master really is relentless.”
Was that young lady truly that worrying to him?
Unable to understand such concern, Master merely shrugged his shoulders.
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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