Surviving as the Adopted Daughter of the Genius Duke (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Looking at Kirian crouching before me, chin resting on his knees and staring intently, I found myself reaching out and taking his hand as if enchanted.
My earlier resolve to become only moderately friendly with Kirian was utterly forgotten—I felt as though I must rush to the chapel this very moment.
Even when enchanted, his beauty was powerful enough to thoroughly bewitch anyone.
“No! No!”
Olivia suddenly jumped up and came running, flapping her arms.
“It’s not that!”
Olivia squeezed herself between us.
“Onni! You have to marry me!”
“But!”
I pointed at Kirian, who was still crouching.
“How can you coldly ignore this?”
Olivia crossed her arms.
“What’s ‘it’?”
“This—!”
I looked back down at Kirian and was speechless. Just moments ago, he’d had eyes even more pitiful than a rain-soaked puppy’s—so heartbreakingly sad that a mere tap would make him cry—but now his expression was blank, with his lips sticking out several inches.
“He looks exactly like a monster.”
Kirian shook his head vigorously, making the lace flowers flutter wildly again.
“I’m not a monster.”
It was a declaration that made me nod involuntarily.
There couldn’t possibly be such an adorable monster.
“I’m a princess.”
Kirian’s beauty, with curls falling to his ears and a lace headband atop, was utterly irresistible.
“Now that I look again… you do seem a bit like a princess…”
Olivia clenched her fists and stamped her feet.
“No! I’m the princess! I’m the one who’s going to marry Onni!”
Kirian tilted his head in confusion.
“Where’s there a princess cuter than a monster?”
Kirian once again displayed logic so absurd even Aristotle would weep.
“Huh… hhhuh… haaaang…”
Olivia finally burst into tears. I had to settle things before she started sobbing uncontrollably like yesterday.
“Olivia, don’t cry.”
As I patted her shoulder to comfort her, Olivia sniffled and rubbed her eyes.
“Am I not cute?”
“No, you’re cute, very cute. Kirian was just joking.”
When I glanced meaningfully at Kirian, he blinked innocently.
“Sorry. I didn’t know it’d surprise you this much.”
Kirian fidgeted with his hands, then quietly added,
“I thought you already knew.”
I cried out in alarm, urgently blurting,
“Kirian says you’re cute too! Right?”
Kirian looked at me with pleading eyes, then let out a short sigh.
“Huh. Yeah. Olivia. You’re… so… cute.”
Fortunately, Olivia was still too young to pick up on subtle cues, so her expression quickly brightened again.
“Hehe. Thank you. Kirian’s also a super scary monster today.”
Kirian merely stuck out his lips and stayed silent.
Eventually, the game continued until the wedding ceremony—where Kirian, having reformed from monster to clergyman and officiating the wedding that broke the Sleeping Princess’s curse—exchanged rings, and they rode off on a hobbyhorse disguised as a white steed.
“Onni, I’ll give you this.”
Throughout the game, Olivia kept launching strange gift attacks under the pretense of play.
She gave me the dolls she’d set up as wedding guests, handed over children’s trinkets claiming they were the prince’s treasure, and even offered me her share of snacks meant for the wedding feast.
To me, they were all useless items, but it was obvious at a glance that Olivia cherished them dearly.
“You don’t have to take them, you know?”
“No. The real prince must take them.”
I looked with weary eyes at the mountain of pretty junk piled before me.
“I don’t need them.”
“It’s because I like Onni this much!”
Seeing Olivia beam and throw herself into my arms again, I just couldn’t bring myself to refuse.
Snap.
“Oh, it broke.”
In Kirian’s hands was the toy carriage Olivia had given me, snapped cleanly in two.
“Ah! That’s the carriage I was supposed to ride to the prince’s kingdom!”
Olivia tried desperately to piece the carriage back together, but no matter how much she fidgeted with it, it was hopeless—she began to whimper.
“Sorry. I didn’t know it’d break so easily.”
Kirian, patting Olivia’s shoulder as he apologized, looked the very picture of a well-mannered gentleman.
It was normal for children to break and shatter things as they grew, but Kirian had always been exceptionally well-behaved at home—so much so that I’d never seen him break anything before.
My suspicions only grew stronger.
“Oh! How’d this happen?”
At Kirian’s feet lay the dollhouse we’d chosen as our honeymoon home, shattered into pieces.
“Waaaah! What is this!”
Olivia clenched her fists and stamped her feet.
“Sorry. I’ll ask Mother for a new house.”
Kirian apologized earnestly, and though Olivia kept whimpering, she couldn’t bring herself to scream or throw a tantrum.
As more and more items related to the prince and princess’s wedding got smashed one by one, I had no choice but to admit it.
He was clearly sulking because I wouldn’t marry him.
But it was utterly impossible that I, who’d merely offered him candy a few times, had become someone special to Kirian.
Clearly, he was just deeply upset because he hadn’t gotten to play the lead role—the princess.
So while Olivia struggled to fix her toys, I quietly approached Kirian.
“Actually, you’re a queen.”
“A queen?”
Kirian tilted his head curiously.
Right now, his cuteness overshadowed everything, but I had no doubt that once he grew a little more, he’d possess a face more beautiful than any queen’s. Probably not a single noble young lady would refuse to stand beside him.
“Yes. A queen. Sometimes queens appear as villains in fairy tales, but actually, they’re not villains—they’re the protagonists. People made them villains out of jealousy because the queen was just too beautiful.”
Making up a story on the spot made me break out in a cold sweat, but I didn’t forget the key point.
“So you’re the protagonist.”
Kirian fell into thought for a moment.
“Do queens get married too?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, I shrugged.
“They marry a king, I suppose?”
“But won’t the prince become king?”
Faced again with a question straying from the point, I absentmindedly nodded.
“Then it’s settled.”
Just as I was about to ask what he meant—
“In the end, you’ll marry me.”
Apparently, he was thoroughly fixated on marriage.
I couldn’t help but chuckle. It was both adorable and funny to see a little kid obsess over marriage without even understanding what it meant.
At times like this, all thoughts about keeping an appropriate distance from Kirian’s future self completely slipped my mind.
“Alright, I’ll marry you.”
By the time I came to my senses, I’d already hugged Kirian tightly once.
As evening drew near, Kirian seemed to have grown tired of our game and disappeared somewhere.
He didn’t reappear even by dinnertime.
“Where could Kirian have gone?”
The Viscountess asked worriedly, but the Duchess merely smiled dismissively.
“He’ll come when he’s ready.”
“What if he’s trapped somewhere, like our Olivia was…”
The Duchess shook her head.
“If that were the case, this house would’ve already had holes blown through it from the explosions.”
“Huh?”
The startled Viscountess blinked several times, but the Duchess simply smiled elegantly.
“Let’s go ahead and start eating.”
Eventually, Kirian appeared at the doorway, staggering, only after dessert had been served.
“K-Kirian!”
The Viscount spoke first.
“Oh—your face!”
The Viscountess, her face paler than paper, dropped her wine glass.
Kirian staggered into the dining hall, his entire body covered in bright red spots.
“Ugh… Mother, my head hurts.”
But contrary to his words, he immediately went to the Viscountess and leaned against her as if his head ached.
“Kyaaa—!”
The Viscountess barely swallowed her scream, looking as if she wanted to push Kirian away right then and there.
“I’ve got a fever. I’m gonna be sick. Uwaaah—!”
Kirian staggered a few more times, then pretended to vomit onto the Viscount’s lap.
“A fever and vomiting… How could the plague spreading through the coastal village be here…”
Even the Viscount’s hands began to tremble.
“Quickly, go to your mother, Kirian.”
The Viscount, seemingly stronger-stomached than his wife, managed to keep a calm face as he spoke.
“Oh dear, Kirian.”
Finally, the Duchess stepped in. She touched Kirian’s forehead, then pressed it to her own.
“You don’t have a fever?”
“Cough cough. It hurts so much.”
Kirian coughed violently without even covering his mouth—with his arms, of course, directly toward the Viscount and his wife.
“He never caught a cold even once when he ran away at age one and rolled around in the snow—what on earth is going on?”
The Duchess, looking puzzled, pulled Kirian away from the Viscount couple. Her lips seemed slightly upturned, as if she were smiling.
But instead of quietly letting the Duchess hold him, Kirian squirmed free from her arms and clung tightly again to the Viscount’s leg.
“Ahem… It seems we’ve imposed on you far too long.”
The Viscount hurriedly wiped his mouth with a napkin.
The Viscountess agreed in a trembling voice.
“Yes. I completely forgot to water the potted plants before coming—I just remembered.”
She quickly picked up Olivia.
“I-I don’t wanna go!”
Olivia kicked and struggled, but the Viscountess ignored her and hurried toward the door.
“Look at me—my forgetfulness! At this rate, all the flowers will wither and die.”
“Oh my, are you leaving already?”
The Duchess asked with an innocent expression.
“Didn’t we agree you’d stay at least three more days?”
Even the Duke joined in, but the Viscount couple had already opened the door.
“W-well, there seems to be an urgent matter with the trading company. We should pack quickly and depart.”
The Viscount bowed briefly and hastily closed the door.
The moment we were left alone in the dining hall, Kirian shook off the Duchess’s hand and hurried over to sit beside me.
“Agugu. I’m hungry because I’m sick.”
But the Duchess quickly snatched him back.
“No, you can’t. What if you infect your sister?”
“A-ah, no! I’m all better now!”
But no matter how much he struggled, the Duchess wouldn’t budge.
“You’ll have to stay by yourself for a while, our Kirian.”
Kirian was promptly hoisted onto the Duchess’s shoulder and carried out.
Once the Viscount family finished their preparations to leave, we went to Port Cocher to see them off. Before they boarded their prearranged carriage, we exchanged a few formal farewells.
“Though many things happened during your stay, I hope your journey home is peaceful.”
As the Duke patted the Viscount’s shoulder, the Viscount winced slightly with a small groan.
“Yes, thank you for your concern.”
“Next year, there’s no need to make the difficult trip all the way here—please take care.”
The Duchess also left with an elegant smile and vague pleasantries.
“We hope you stay well, Duchess.”
As the Viscount and Viscountess hurried into the carriage, only Olivia remained.
“Onni…”
Olivia called out to me, her voice trembling.
From afar, I could see Kirian—still speckled—watching us intently from the corner.
“Haha. Goodbye, Olivia.”
“Onni…! Will we be able to meet again?”
Olivia suddenly wrapped her arms tightly around my waist. As my dress quickly grew damp, I hurriedly patted her back.
“Yes, yes. Now hurry—your parents are waiting.”
Olivia sniffled hard and fumbled to hand me something.
“Onni, this is my most treasured thing—I’m giving it to you.”
In my hand was a bracelet woven from several gemstones.
“It’s Treasure Number One—I’ve never even worn it myself. I’m giving it specially just to Onni. Will you take it?”
Seeing Olivia look up at me with blinking, pleading eyes, I couldn’t possibly refuse. In the end, I accepted the final gift and chuckled softly.
“Thank you. I’ll treasure it.”
“Onni, you can’t forget me.”
Thinking the tearful farewell was over, I let my guard down—and was utterly defenseless against what came next.
Smack.
Olivia stamped a kiss right in the center of my cheek, then forcibly pressed her own cheek against my lips.
“Onni, see you again next year!”
Olivia beamed brightly as she climbed into the carriage.
In the corner over there, a small figure was flailing and fainting. I didn’t know what illness it was, but it looked quite serious.
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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