My Insolent Shadow (22 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
Cassian’s eyes followed Yuriciel far into the distance.
It was almost comical—she walked away, distracted by something, still wearing her maid uniform without even taking it off.
The back of her head, tied up and swaying inside the net, looked just like a puppy.
A puppy wagging its tail for its master.
Yet that same puppy, who had dared to give unsolicited advice while staring directly at him, had turned out to be a foal instead.
Her back view held a certain unexpected charm.
Whether that girl’s face resembled a puppy’s or a foal’s was honestly none of his concern.
Partly because he’d be dead soon, and even if that weren’t the case, their relationship certainly didn’t warrant such interest.
After all, he would never again encounter such an insignificant girl for the rest of his life.
And yet… why?
“What was her name again?”
It was mere idle curiosity; knowing her name wouldn’t hurt.
“Yuriciel.”
Yuriciel. Quite a noble and beautiful name.
Far too refined for a sunburnt commoner.
Ordinary commoners usually bore simple names like Mary, Jeff, or Riddle.
The name Yuriciel evoked visions of a true highborn noble’s daughter.
In that sense, it suited the girl’s appearance rather well.
Her roughly trimmed hair peeked out from beneath her maid’s cap, the uniform she wore was half a size too big, her manners were lost in her careless gait, and her face was sun-darkened.
Yet despite all that, she was undeniably pretty.
He’d known it the moment he first saw her.
Just as one immediately recognizes the beauty of an ornamental gemstone.
Regardless of its actual worth, anyone with eyes could see its loveliness.
Her emerald eyes shimmered like fragile jewels plucked from the distant abyss of the sea rather than from the hues of foliage.
He even wondered what color her hidden hair might be—so much so he almost wanted to snatch off her cap and tousle it.
Indeed, the name Yuriciel fit her perfectly.
It was foolish to assign so much meaning to a mere name, yet anyone who saw her would likely agree.
Not that anyone else’s approval mattered in the slightest.
After all, the Blanchet himself had acknowledged her—what did anyone else’s opinion matter?
Beneath the sky where his recognition was law, he quietly watched the girl who held his gaze.
She was smelling violet blossoms amidst the grass.
It was hard to tell whether the girl was the flower or the flower was the girl—they resembled each other so closely.
Suddenly, as if remembering something urgent, she dashed off.
She seemed to be heading somewhere in haste.
An aristocratic face paired with such an unladylike, frivolous stride.
If other young ladies saw her, they’d surely tell her to stop making that face if she couldn’t carry it properly.
Her hurried escape looked less like freedom and more like impatience.
Shouldn’t she be delighted to flee this hellish place?
Everyone else certainly had been.
Others had struggled to breathe just being near him, yet she ran as if rushing toward another hell—her steps heavy with purpose.
He suddenly recalled the hem of her oversized maid sleeve trembling slightly as she moved.
Her tiny face had trembled like a flower in his grasp—so delicately pretty.
And yet he’d cruelly stopped her in her tracks.
Normally, after such humiliation, a girl would burst into tears and vanish outside. But she’d stood her ground stubbornly to the end.
As if such treatment meant nothing at all.
Indeed, from the very beginning, the way she’d looked him straight in the eye and spoken her mind had been as upright as the violet flowers blooming in the garden.
Fearless.
Before him, whose life was fading away, her determination to give her all shone vividly.
Like those violet blooms that unfurled even in the coldest season, she appeared firm—and somehow desperate.
Where did such resolve even come from? He found himself wondering.
Though it was none of his business anyway.
“She seemed to have some trouble.”
“Yes?”
The butler, who’d been waiting for the right moment to ask the young master whether to bring her in again tomorrow, snapped back to his senses at the sudden voice.
“That girl.”
“……”
“She’s from this village, so you must know her backstory.”
“W-what do you mean, ‘from this village’?”
Cassian’s crimson eyes slowly turned and settled on the butler.
They were eyes as cold as winter frost.
Eyes belonging to a Blanchet—impossible to believe they belonged to someone merely eighteen years old.
The butler’s body trembled violently. He’d clearly introduced the girl as a noble-born daughter when bringing her here.
He’d claimed she’d serve as the young master’s attendant—clever, quick-witted, and worthy of the Blanchet name.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t find out?”
“……”
“What a predicament. Now I know everything.”
Were all people of House Blanchet this terrifying and cruel?
The butler had previously taken comfort in the fact that he didn’t actually serve House Blanchet—and that this young master would eventually vanish from here.
Ever since the Blanchet heir arrived, he’d lived each moment in constant tension.
And yet, Cassian had never even bothered to ask his name.
As if he weren’t worth the effort.
That was precisely what made him the heir of House Blanchet.
Even if his fate was to die soon.
That was why he’d thoroughly trained the girl he’d chosen for tomorrow.
But perhaps he’d made a mistake?
Swallowing his dry throat, the butler forced himself to speak calmly.
“I’m sorry.”
Cassian’s expression remained utterly unmoved, as if suppressing a scoff—and the butler’s spine went ice-cold.
“I—I’ve committed an unforgivable sin.”
Truthfully, he couldn’t deny blame if he was held accountable for assigning such a girl to the noble House Blanchet.
It wouldn’t cause a major crisis, but at the very least, it would severely damage the lord’s credibility.
After all he’d done to appease the young master until now, this simply couldn’t happen.
His suspicion that the girl might have made a mistake gradually hardened into certainty.
He’d clearly informed her of his family and status.
Now that the truth was exposed, any excuse would only infuriate the young master further.
It would be wiser to explain the situation plainly and hope for even a sliver of the young master’s mercy.
He suddenly recalled what Head Maid Mary had quietly told him about the girl’s circumstances.
“I brought her in because her mother is ill—it was such a pitiful situation.”
A flicker of disturbance crossed Cassian’s face for an instant.
A girl coming to earn medicine money for her ailing mother.
The whole picture became clear without needing further explanation.
Her frantic foot-stamping, her pitying look toward him despite her lowly status.
The faint compassion in her gaze.
Her unmistakable desperation and regret beneath it all.
Now everything made sense.
But the momentary disturbance quickly vanished from his expression.
“If she gets the medicine, can she save her mother?”
The butler, familiar enough with village hardships, could guess the answer.
“Given they can’t even afford a proper doctor, most end up fading away slowly until they simply… pass.”
For a brief moment, a subtle smile touched Cassian’s lips.
Tap tap—he tapped the windowsill as if hesitating over something, soft lines forming between his brows.
Just as the butler swallowed hard again at the sight, Cassian spoke.
“Bring her in again tomorrow.”
“……Pardon?”
“Tell them to bring that girl again tomorrow.”
His hoarse, grating voice echoed sharply through the room.
The butler stammered in confusion.
“Y-yes. Understood.”
As the butler turned to leave immediately, Cassian flicked his fingers.
Though feeling humiliated, the butler had no choice but to approach.
“That maid uniform—it’s so irritating I can’t bear to look at it.”
Glancing at his own attire, the butler suddenly remembered how Yuriciel’s uniform had been half a size too big.
“I’ll correct it as soon as possible.”
“And from now on, everyone in this household must address her with utmost respect.”
“But…!”
To demand that a butler serving a noble house use honorifics toward a commoner girl—
It was a shameful command.
Had the young master grown that close to her already?
Why else would he inquire about such a trivial girl’s circumstances? There was no other way to interpret it.
If that were true… the butler felt his face draining of color.
While he was relieved to be freed from the task of finding someone who could tolerate the young master’s difficult temperament, this closeness between them was deeply troubling.
When the Lady Dowager learned of this, she’d surely erupt in fury.
If rumors ever spread that the Blanchet heir was involved with a commoner girl, everyone here would bear the consequences.
Of course, House Blanchet could simply discard the girl once her usefulness ended—but the blame would fall squarely on Lord Alphonse’s domain.
Yet upon seeing Cassian’s expression—eerily akin to a demon—the butler broke out in a different kind of chill.
“That girl will forever remain Lady Vilord, daughter of Viscount Vilord. In Lord Alphonse’s domain, does a butler ever speak informally to the young master’s attendant?”
“No.”
“Then you’ll continue doing exactly as you have been.”
“……”
“After all, she *is* a noble-born young lady.”
Cassian smiled—a demon wearing an angel’s mask—as he delivered his warning:
This matter must remain an absolute secret.
The demon’s servant, leashed and bound, could never disobey such a command.
“Of course.”
Watching the butler flee as if escaping, a cold smirk bloomed on Cassian’s lips.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Damnnnnn why is this so interesting am I a masochist for liking this haha
I feel like the young master is probably going to get her back one way
I feel bad for Hael, he likes her so much but I feel like it’s hard for the FL to return that type of love