Received the Obsession of a Chaste Dark Lord (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
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Leopric’s words—that no one would disturb us during our stay in Waince—proved true.
Upon arrival, he claimed the reservation was already made and headed to the smallest hotel at the farthest corner of the area.
There, he gave the absurd name “Count Benherr and his wife” to secure our room.
Though small, the interior was neat and tidy—far from unpleasant.
Betty said that, as a trading city, Waince had many lodgings, and it was common to find messy interiors or overpriced services.
Hearing this, I realized just how carefully Leopric had chosen our accommodation.
No sooner had the elderly man, presumably the innkeeper, left the room than I sat on the sofa and let out a quiet laugh.
“‘Count Benherr and his wife’?”
The name evoked a historical figure named Benherr—whose actual given name was Ben and surname was Herr.
There’s a tale that this famous general was better known as Benherr because people confused his name and surname, never calling him “Lord Ben” or “Lord Herr.”
But I never imagined my own husband would be among those who couldn’t tell them apart.
As I chuckled softly, Leopric smiled slightly, looking a bit embarrassed.
“It just happened to be the name that came to mind at the time.”
“You might as well have just said ‘Ben,’ Your Highness.”
“That would be too obvious, wouldn’t it? People wouldn’t even consider the possibility that it could be a real surname or given name.”
“And if you said that, you’d likely be dismissed outright. It’s a perfect strategy, Your Highness.”
His name was famous from history books, and thus easy to misremember.
Given nobles’ tendency to boast, even if they suspected the name was suspicious, they’d never dare say so aloud.
There could be no better alias for concealing one’s identity, as he said.
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself. And here, you’re not to be called ‘Your Highness’…”
“I know, Count. I’ll call you that, correct?”
Leo Benherr and Mela Benherr.
The aliases he’d chosen, hoping for a perfect honeymoon.
I nodded, thinking I’d play along appropriately—but for some reason, he looked slightly dissatisfied.
“Hmm… do you think people will find this strange? Do you have another title in mind?”
Don’t most people normally call someone ‘Count’ or ‘Marquess’?
I tilted my head, and he hesitated before speaking.
“You’re my wife. Would it not seem odd if you called me ‘Count’ like everyone else? ‘Leo’ is enough.”
“But normally…”
“If we’re a couple who traveled from a remote countryside estate for a trip, even ‘dear’ wouldn’t be inappropriate.”
…Is he teasing me?
Seeing him grin so cheerfully as he uttered this unfamiliar term, I felt a flicker of irritation.
He smiled gently, gazing at me with a hint of anticipation.
Perhaps he thought the awkward silence from the carriage had vanished, replaced only by this playful amusement—and perhaps he was right.
I looked at him with a faintly annoyed expression, then broke into a quiet chuckle.
“How about this, then… dear?”
My smooth reply startled him.
He paused mid-motion, his hand frozen as he loosened his cravat, a small smile still playing on his lips.
I smiled at him.
Why did he say such a thing when he couldn’t possibly handle it?
Watching him like that, I chuckled softly and waved my hand.
“It’s just a joke, Your Highness. Just call me by my name…”
“No, Mela.”
Mela.
His invented name for me slipped effortlessly from his lips.
Instantly, his expression changed as he turned his gaze back to me.
A quiet emotion—whether delight or languor—filled his eyes completely.
I couldn’t meet his gaze, but I knew with certainty: I was there, inside it.
This was a stark departure from our past, when we’d only exchanged necessities.
No longer were our exchanges dry, our glances avoiding each other.
Instead, there was a desperate longing—to meet eyes, to reach me.
“Again. Say it once more, Mela.”
“What… are you asking me to say?”
His gaze once again stole my breath.
Or perhaps, I should say—it made me nervous.
I secretly tucked my hand into the folds of my skirt, clenching it tightly.
“Just as you just said it. That phrase you’ll need to use often from now on.”
“Dear…?”
I hadn’t meant to say it aloud.
Even as the word fully formed on my lips, I realized I shouldn’t have.
Watching his smile deepen at the sound of that word, I knew it even more clearly.
I shouldn’t have said it.
His smile grew even warmer as he heard the word I’d whispered.
“Yes, Mela.”
In his gaze, his tone, his expression—there was an indescribable charm, a tender affection directed solely at me.
The final emotion hidden within it was so sweet, so overwhelming,
that I repeated the word “dear” to him, again and again, until I could bear it no longer.
[This is the timeline separator]“Your Highness—or rather, Count—seems unusually cheerful today.”
As we stepped out after a simple dinner to explore the area, Betty, trailing behind me, whispered in confusion.
“Hmm. Perhaps he enjoyed the meal.”
“What do you mean, Vi—no, Madam? The knights said the Count has no preferences when it comes to food.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Having served on the battlefield, he eats anything as long as it’s food. He has no particular favorite dishes…”
I knew why he was cheerful, but I couldn’t say.
I listened half-heartedly to Betty and cleared my throat quietly.
“How do you know all this?”
“What? Well, Madam, when you were in the carriage with the Count, I rode in the baggage cart. The knights took turns resting along the way.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. So I talked quite a bit with the knights. I even told them what dishes you liked, or what flowers you favored.”
“Why tell them that…?”
“Oh, sorry. Servants often exchange information about their masters. That way, if the two of you ever quarrel, we can quietly pass along useful details…?”
Betty grinned mischievously.
Though her expression was slightly annoying, I’d heard such things happened among servants.
I let out a quiet sigh.
“But don’t go spreading such talk around.”
“Of course, Madam. I was selective—I only shared with those who’ve sworn loyalty to the Count. Don’t worry.”
“Good. You’ve been careful enough.”
I nodded, and Betty smiled, stepping back a few paces.
As I watched her retreating figure from the corner of my eye, one of her words lingered in my mind—and I glanced at Leopric.
So after the war, he eats anything, regardless of taste.
The idea that Leopric had likes and dislikes felt foreign to me.
We’d lived as husband and wife for years, but when I saw him only as a tool to be used, I never bothered to learn.
No—I think he never let me see him as a real human being.
That’s why I couldn’t recall even the simplest thing he liked.
Suddenly, I felt guilty.
I’ve done terrible things to him. Can I really stand beside him now, pretending to be a loving wife?
Can I accept his kind, genuine care while pretending not to notice?
As I walked, lost in thought, I caught sight of Leopric’s still-smiling face.
The lingering smile at the end of his gaze was so sweet.
He was so happy simply because I kept calling him “dear,” just as he’d asked.
The title clearly pleased him—he greeted everyone with that same radiant grin.
The thought that I was deceiving him wouldn’t leave my mind.
Everything—the care he offered, all of it—felt unnatural.
“Are you cold?”
After a long silence, Leopric spoke softly beside me.
“I’m fine.”
“The weather is mild, but the sea breeze is chilly. If you feel cold, say so.”
“I will.”
I nodded readily, and he smiled in satisfaction before turning his gaze ahead.
The quiet walk continued, broken only by the footsteps of Betty and the two or three knights escorting us.
For some reason, Leopric didn’t speak again afterward.
I didn’t find the quiet atmosphere uncomfortable—but I felt strange that I didn’t.
Could I grow used to moments like this?
Lost in thought, I remained silent.
The silence grew longer, and I heard hushed whispers from behind us.
Though I couldn’t catch their words, the effort to speak quietly made the sound endearing—and I couldn’t help smiling faintly.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Mela?”
Seeing my expression, Leopric spoke.
Do people usually describe such moments as “enjoyable”?
After a moment’s hesitation, I nodded lightly.
“It’s pleasant… this kind of thing.”
“I’m glad my wife finds it enjoyable.”
It was perhaps a little clichéd, but his words carried unmistakable sincerity.
I raised my eyes to meet his.
Suddenly, I wondered.
Earlier, Betty had said Leopric had no favorite foods.
Yet at least he liked the word “dear.”
He’d asked if I was enjoying myself, and when I said yes, he replied he was pleased.
He could carry our silence, making it feel comfortable.
So what, then, did he truly enjoy? What did he like?
Feeling my gaze upon him, he lowered his eyes and met mine.
Behind his faint smile, the emotion flickering there—was it something I knew, or something I’d never known?
Slowly, I opened my mouth and asked him.
“Count… are you enjoying yourself?”
It was a simple question, one anyone could ask.
Yet Leopric laughed as if it were the cleverest, most brilliant question ever posed.
Not because he found it funny—but because he’d never expected such a question.
He laughed for a long while, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
The faint flirtatiousness at the corners of his eyes had become natural.
Yet he retained the gravity beneath it, bending slightly to lift my hand.
His lips touched the back of my hand so gently, his voice a quiet murmur—
as tender as a confession of the heart—
so heartfelt that the knights and Betty halted in their steps.
“I am enjoying myself. I never realized being with you could be this delightful.”
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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