Seduce With The Body Of An Enemy (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 11
I had been worried that Sir Rodgo might not be able to decipher it, but now I felt relieved.
But that relief lasted only a moment—my train of thought snapped abruptly before the overwhelming presence before me.
His eyes, filled with furious madness, were not just bright blue but bore the deep hue of a dark night.
So chilling it turned to outright horror, a prickling sensation clawed at my heart.
This unfamiliar expression, unlike the cold indifference I’d seen until now, startled me so much my body flinched involuntarily.
Cassius closed the distance in heavy strides and finally halted right before me.
“You seem to find me amusing, don’t you?”
Less than a single step away—his oppressive gaze, his contemptuous expression, and his ferocious aura instinctively made me shrink.
Before me stood an opponent far greater than any of the hundreds of powerful figures I’d dealt with thus far. Yet I blinked innocently as if completely unaware.
“What do you mean, Your Highness?”
My inner turmoil, thanks to years of training, showed nothing outwardly.
Yet I couldn’t tell whether that helped me this time—or made things worse.
“Of course you wouldn’t.”
Cassius curled one side of his lips upward and dropped something abruptly onto the floor in front of me.
It was merely a petrified fragment, yet its identity was unmistakable.
It was the very same ‘mark’ I’d sent to Sir Rodgo for interpretation.
As expected, Snowfell’s seal, analyzed by Sir Rodgo, was clearly engraved upon it.
Of course, all I could do was feign ignorance.
“What is this?”
Cassius let out a hollow laugh and glared sharply at me.
His gaze, as sharp as glass, pierced through me like it was cutting into my flesh.
“Your acting is incredibly convincing. I suppose Snowfell teaches that too, then?”
“I don’t understand what you’re suddenly talking about.”
“Suddenly?”
Cassius clenched his teeth, and soon a mad glint radiated across his face.
“This was discovered near the Rosemary estate.”
When I looked up, Cassius was staring at me with a look of utter disgust.
As long as Diarobe and I remained entangled, there’d be no escaping this shackle.
‘That chain-like gaze will keep stabbing at me.’
Ah, now I finally understood clearly. In this state, I couldn’t sway Cassius’s heart in the slightest—not until I erased Diarobe from my existence.
“I don’t understand why you’re telling me this.”
“What?”
First, I must strip away the ‘Snowfell’ label from myself. To lure you.
“I am no longer part of Snowfell.”
Of course, Cassius wasn’t foolish enough to fall for such flimsy words. If he were, I wouldn’t have loved you.
Cassius stared fiercely at me, as if daring me to say more.
“Since the moment I became Crown Princess, I’ve officially borne the Wolfdor name.”
“You surely aren’t deluded enough to think you’re now part of the Imperial family just because you were granted a surname.”
“It’s not delusion. It’s the truth.”
“Spare me that nonsense.”
“If Snowfell dares do anything against Your Highness, I won’t stand by idly.”
“Are you seriously asking me to believe that?”
Is this how it feels to stand against a wall? Then again, given Snowfell’s past atrocities, this reaction was only natural.
Moreover, Cassius must now be certain that Snowfell had already done something to me. So there was no way my words would reach him.
“Tell your father this: he’ll surely pay for pulling such despicable tricks.”
Thick veins bulged on Cassius’s neck. His gaunt face clearly revealed not just anger—but fear beneath it.
Your pure, trembling sincerity—worried for what might happen to me—took root beautifully in a corner of my vision.
Now I finally understood. Your sincerity couldn’t be shaken by mere persuasion or feigned ignorance. To break it, perhaps this was the only way.
“It’ll be hard to destroy Snowfell with just this.”
At my words, Cassius’s face visibly twisted.
The warm, intimate luncheon set for a married couple instantly turned into a negotiation table.
“How arrogantly that illustrious house reaches for the heavens.”
His gaze was as cold as his sarcastic words.
He must have taken my words as belittling the Imperial family.
“I understand Your Highness’s feelings, but you must think rationally.”
“…….”
“Father isn’t the type to be easily maneuvered. You should aim to secure the greatest possible gain from this evidence.”
Duke Diarobe was already cunning enough to have discerned even Cassius’s movements.
‘The mage is probably already dealt with.’
Moreover, what that mage attempted was to break the barrier—and even that ended in failure.
That meant this incident alone wasn’t sufficient to push matters toward a domain-level conflict and condemn Snowfell.
Of course, that didn’t mean we should simply let it go.
Duke Diarobe would certainly suffer significant losses if this matter escalated further.
An attack on another noble’s territory would surely worsen public opinion among the aristocracy.
Right now, leveraging that disadvantage to gain concrete benefits was the wisest course.
Take the most valuable asset Snowfell currently holds into your hands, Cassius.
“Use that mark as leverage to seize the Benedict Trade Route.”
“…….”
“Outwardly, the Benedict Trade Route might seem unremarkable, but in truth, it’s Snowfell’s greatest source of wealth.”
The Benedict Trade Route was Snowfell’s most vital financial artery.
Back when I was still Rachel, while investigating Snowfell, I’d uncovered that place held many secrets.
If Cassius had read my report, he surely wouldn’t be completely ignorant of it.
Perhaps that’s why his eyes flickered slightly.
‘He’s trying to gauge whether I know what I’m talking about—or if it’s pure guesswork.’
Apparently convinced I couldn’t possibly know such things, his eyes soon grew still.
His voice, when it came, was as cold as a winter gale.
“Why are you telling me this? Are you proposing a deal with me now?”
His expression, chilled with suspicion, looked down at me.
A deal. Yes, that word fit perfectly with the current atmosphere.
After all, by cutting away my own house and revealing this to him, it’s only natural he’d assume I wanted something in return.
For a moment, I hesitated.
Should I ask to set a time to meet again? Or perhaps request permission to attend state affairs?
After all, if I truly wanted to seduce you, wouldn’t I need to stay close to your eyes?
But that was precisely what the least skilled negotiators would do.
A true strategist always hides their sincerity deep within—to captivate the other and obtain something far greater.
Therefore, this one chance couldn’t be wasted now.
“Of course not. I want nothing.”
“What?”
“I’ve already told you—I’m yours now, Your Highness.”
For just an instant, Cassius’s eyes trembled faintly, as if surprised I’d asked for nothing in return.
But his expression gave nothing away immediately.
“Don’t push your luck with that nonsense.”
“If you can’t believe my words, verify them yourself. With Your Highness’s discernment, you’ll surely realize the Benedict Trade Route is Snowfell’s golden yolk.”
The Benedict Trade Route connected three kingdoms via a maritime passage, holding immense potential value.
Though currently treated as a neglected route due to neighboring kingdoms’ open corridors, their recent movements were far from ordinary.
It wasn’t just that possibility which made the route so valuable.
I knew its secret well. Vast resources were hidden there.
Ancient relics, for instance.
If Cassius claimed them, I’d surely get a chance to see them too.
It might even greatly aid in regaining my magic power.
But that wasn’t my primary goal.
“Cut off Snowfell’s financial lifeline first.”
“Am I supposed to believe the words of someone who’s Snowfell to the bone?”
“The choice is yours, Your Highness—but you won’t regret believing me.”
Now his blue eyes, filled not with anger but curiosity, held me completely within their depths.
‘Cassius will surely discern the truth in my words.’
Perhaps, once this matter concludes, Cassius might trust me—even just a little.
A fragile hope fluttered gently through my heart like a soft breeze.
*
Leaving Vivian behind, Cassius stepped outside and stood beneath the shadowed trees, regulating his breathing for a long while.
The Benedict Trade Route had been the last place Rachel investigated.
And hidden there lay an extraordinary artifact.
Countless ancient scrolls, concealed in a deep underwater cave, were long-sought scriptures of the Empire.
An oracle had foretold they held profound power.
Until her very last moment, Rachel had worked to uncover that great secret, hoping to aid him.
Just thinking of it still wrenched Cassius’s heart.
But then—
‘Vivian… why would she know?’
Vivian wasn’t the type of woman sharp enough to read the political situation so astutely.
‘What scheme is she plotting now?’
Back in his room, he frantically began searching through every record concerning the Benedict Trade Route, as if chased by unseen forces.
Just in case he’d missed something.
But the conclusion remained unchanged.
Whether judged by the hidden relics’ value or the current geopolitical climate, the Benedict Trade Route was undeniably Snowfell’s golden yolk.
Yet Vivian’s confident gaze as she’d spoken those words haunted Cassius’s mind—even though it seemed impossible she could know such things.
At that moment, Tikan entered the room and stood before him with a grave expression.
Instinctively sensing something dire, Cassius’s face hardened instantly.
And as always, his ominous premonition proved correct.
“The Snowfell mage is dead.”
At Tikan’s words, Cassius’s clenched fist trembled uncontrollably.
His expression crumpled like the papyrus in his hand.
Watching him, Tikan bowed his head slightly and reported in a low voice.
“It seems Snowfell has already made their move.”
“……!”
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!
***
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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