The Villain Family Opposes Independence (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 11
The carriage carrying Carlot and me dashed across the grand avenue of the capital, Somnia.
I propped my chin in my hand and took in the swiftly passing scenery of the capital.
We weren’t close enough for warm conversation in the first place, so the silence wasn’t awkward at all.
How much time had passed like this?
Suddenly, Carlot called out to me.
“…Hey.”
“Speak, Karl.”
“Didn’t you bring your maid? You always had that one maid clinging to you—what’s her name, Misa or something?”
No matter how much Carlot disliked me, he couldn’t possibly not know the name of Martha, my maid who’d been with me since birth.
‘What a childish guy…’
He’d deliberately gotten her name wrong, clearly trying to provoke me.
Of course, the old me would’ve risen to the bait, correcting him sharply just as he intended—but I was far more rational now.
I gave him a bright smile and replied.
“Yeah. Misa’s busy with something else today.”
“Hah….”
Carlot stared at me incredulously, letting out a hollow laugh. He clearly hadn’t expected that reaction.
Seeing his dumbfounded expression inexplicably lifted my mood.
I kindly added an explanation for the now-irritated Carlot.
“And besides, I’ve got you, Karl—so I don’t need anyone else.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just what it sounds like.”
Though not as powerful as Yansi, Carlot, as a direct descendant of House Ferdia, could also wield the Destruction attribute.
His ability was ‘Ground Collapse’—
A large-scale destructive power capable of collapsing terrain over areas ranging from narrow to very wide.
It was the kind of ability typically reserved for massive battles, and in this era without recent wars, it rarely had a chance to shine.
Still, Carlot was quite fond of his own power, training alongside the family’s knights to hone both his swordsmanship and his ability.
In fact, he was said to possess exceptional talent in swordsmanship, often gaining the upper hand even against fully grown adult knights in practice duels.
In short, Carlot was an utterly ideal bodyguard.
Though I’d merely stated a fact, he seemed to take it as praise—his lips twitched upward slightly.
“Well, I mean, I am, sort of, strong, but… hmm, ahem.”
“…”
I began to doubt the intelligence of House Ferdia’s second son. The future of the Ferdia name was concerning.
Thankfully, Yansi—the one with a functioning brain—was the heir.
After blushing and coughing awkwardly for a while, Carlot suddenly asked me,
“Where are we going, anyway?”
“Twanette Street. I’ve got some shopping to do.”
Twanette Street was named after Empress Antoinette, whom the first emperor had loved dearly.
It was an upscale commercial district lined with tailors and jewelers favored by nobles and wealthy merchants.
“Fine, sure.”
Since I usually went to Twanette Street whenever I went out, Carlot showed no suspicion whatsoever.
That worked perfectly for me.
The more careless Carlot became, the easier it would be to deceive him.
Soon, the carriage gradually slowed and eventually came to a full stop.
We’d apparently arrived.
Carlot stepped out first. Normally, when a man and a woman shared a carriage, etiquette dictated the man should exit first and assist the woman—but Carlot, who didn’t even consider me family, still had enough common sense to wait by the door for me to alight.
A childhood memory suddenly surfaced.
When I was nine and Carlot was seven, we’d once gone to the temple alone.
Upon arriving back at the mansion, Carlot had jumped out first and, watching me attempt to follow, coldly said,
“I don’t want to hold your hand. Get down by yourself.”
And with that, he vanished into the distance.
His blunt rejection had wounded my young heart deeply.
I hadn’t even expected him to help me down in the first place…
Or maybe, given how upset I’d been, I actually had expected it—how foolish.
“Miss, please take my hand and step down.”
“Okay…”
Moved by pity, perhaps, the coachman offered his hand, and I took it to exit the carriage.
Back then, the carriage’s height had frightened me—but now, it meant nothing.
“…!”
I pretended not to see Carlot reaching out his hand and leapt down from the carriage myself.
I caught a glimpse of his outstretched hand grasping empty air, but I ignored it and instead urged him onward.
“What are you doing? Hurry up.”
“Huh? Oh.”
I smirked bitterly, picturing Carlot’s dumbfounded expression as he trailed behind me.
‘Since when did he ever offer an escort?’
That sort of thing simply didn’t suit Carlot and me.
[This is the timeline separator]My first assigned task:
Spend over 100,000 Larits.
Since the Duke had specified “an additional 100,000 Larits” beyond my usual spending, I figured spending around 130,000 would be safe.
The first place I visited, burdened with this weighty mission, was the dressmaker’s shop currently most popular among Ladies.
True to the rumor, the shop was packed with Ladies there for fittings.
“Look, the second son of House Ferdia is here!”
“Where? Oh my, it really is him.”
Though I couldn’t understand why, both Yansi and Carlot were considered top marriage prospects in high society.
Indeed, the Ladies were blushing as they stole glances at Carlot.
Uncomfortable under their stares, Carlot grew prickly and followed me grumpily.
“Why come yourself? Just summon them to the mansion.”
“I have my reasons.”
“Reasons?”
Instead of explaining, I showed him through action.
The moment I stepped inside the dressmaker’s, I pointed to the entire wall lined with ready-made garments and declared,
“From here to there—everything.”
“…Hey!”
I turned to Carlot, who was gaping in shock, and smiled.
“That’s exactly why.”
“A-A-Are you insane?!”
“Get used to it, Karl.”
This is simply a rite of passage every Ferdia must endure, dear fake little brother.
Unaware of the conversation between the Duke and me, Carlot grimaced and muttered,
“I’d heard you spent money mindlessly, but I didn’t think it was this bad…”
He then asked seriously,
“What if Father hears about this?”
That very father had ordered it.
Ignoring Carlot’s ridiculous concern, I plunged back into extravagance.
“All the clothes on that wall too.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Carlot, looking utterly exhausted, examined the garments and questioned me.
“Those are men’s formal wear. Why on earth are you buying those?”
He was right—among the selection were indeed men’s formal outfits.
In my haste to say “from here to there,” I hadn’t noticed them.
Since I hadn’t even properly looked before buying, there was no reason to exclude them just because they were men’s clothes—so I asked Carlot,
“Oh… Do you want to wear them?”
“You’re offering me a… a gift now—?”
“Then I’ll just leave those out, I guess.”
“Hey!”
He got angry the moment I said I’d exclude them because he’d questioned why I was buying them.
What a strange guy.
“If you wanted them, you should’ve just said so. Fine, I won’t remove them.”
“That’s not what I meant!”
Ignoring Carlot as he shouted again, I showed the shop attendant the Ferdia signet necklace.
It was one of the ways high-ranking nobles settled payments.
The magic-engraved signet necklace couldn’t be forged, serving as both identification and a blank check.
Once I selected items and showed the seal, the bill would be sent directly to the Ducal estate.
‘No wonder I can’t keep personal funds.’
Everything I bought—and how much I spent—was meticulously recorded.
“Send all these to Ferdia Mansion.”
“Yes, Lady.”
I was short on time.
After settling payment, I headed straight for a nearby jeweler.
I pointed to an entire display case.
“I’ll take the whole case.”
“You’re really…”
Carlot predictably gaped at me in horror.
“Stop being so shocked, Karl.”
He clearly hadn’t yet undergone Ferdia’s financial education.
Acting just like Yoon Ga Eul in my past life.
Having Carlot—so easily flustered—by my side actually made spending money even easier.
‘Now that I’ve bought precious gems too, that should be enough.’
I’d roughly hit 140,000 Larits—so the first task was swiftly completed.
Next was attending to my personal errand.
My destination was the West Magic Tower, not far from Twanette Street—but there was one problem.
“Done now? Let’s go.”
I couldn’t possibly take Carlot with me.
That was exactly why I’d said I didn’t need a bodyguard—it was far too inconvenient.
As we exited the jeweler’s, I looked up at Carlot.
“I want cake.”
“Cake? We’ll eat it at home.”
Carlot frowned, clearly annoyed just by the suggestion—but I wasn’t about to back down easily.
“I want the fondant chocolat from .”
“What? That place is packed. You’d have to wait hours in that crowd just to buy one.”
I simply smiled faintly without answering.
‘Exactly.’
That’ll make it easy to lose you.
“Just eat any old cake—why does it have to be—”
“Are you forgetting your duty as my escort? Should I mention this to Father—?”
“Fine! Let’s go, let’s go!”
In the end, Carlot conceded, unable to break my will—and I won.
“Hurry up, Karl.”
“This is such a waste of time. A total waste…”
As I walked ahead, urging him on, I saw Carlot exhale a heavy, exasperated sigh.
was Somnia’s most famous patisserie, uniquely founded by a retired royal pastry chef—hence, it was always overflowing with customers.
Thanks to the pastry chef’s notoriously prickly personality—favored by the late emperor—everyone, regardless of status, had to queue and wait their turn.
Normally, if one craved cakes from this patisserie, they’d send a maid to wait in line—but I had no intention of doing that.
As expected, upon arrival, a long queue was already snaking out the door.
Carlot and I took our place at the very end.
“Cakes all taste the same—do you really need this one?”
“Karl, all swords are just swords—why not just use a cheap iron one?”
“How is that even the same thing?!”
“It is to me…”
“Forget it. I’m not talking to you anymore.”
Carlot huffed and turned his head away, clearly offended. Since I had no desire for cozy conversation anyway, I quietly waited for the line to move.
The noon sun blazed fiercely. Even under my parasol, the heat rising from the ground made it impossible to fully escape the swelter.
“Karl, I’m feeling dizzy.”
“You’re being fussy. Let’s just go back.”
“We’ve waited this long—it’d be a waste to leave now.”
After holding it in for as long as he could, Carlot finally exploded.
“Why are you so stupid?! Just buy the whole damn patisserie instead of waiting like a fool!”
So it wasn’t that he hadn’t received Ferdia’s financial education—he was Ferdia through and through, so he didn’t need it…
‘Just buy the whole shop…’
His thinking was truly on an untouchable level.
Stunned by such an outrageous idea, I looked up at Carlot—only for him to suddenly cough awkwardly and continue,
“Ahem—I’ll just have a maid buy it for you tomorrow.”
“…”
I kept my eyes on the ground, lips tightly sealed in silent protest.
A restrained sigh reached my ears—then Carlot’s hand lightly nudged my shoulder.
“Fine. Wait over there in the shade. I’ll buy it. Fon… what was it called?”
“Fondant chocolat.”
“Right. That damn fondant chocolat.”
Though grumbling irritably, Carlot dutifully took his place in the slowly moving line.
As I walked toward the shade he’d pointed out, I glanced back and took in his figure.
‘He’ll be in trouble if I disappear.’
A tiny, tiny pang of guilt stirred—but it couldn’t be helped.
[This is the timeline separator]“Isn’t that the younger Ferdia lord?”
“No way. What would he be doing here?”
“It really is him! Look!”
“Kyaa! Lord Karl?!”
“It really is Lord Carlot!”
With people squealing in recognition all around him, Carlot’s nerves were frayed to their limit.
“Why the hell am I running cake errands like this…”
The more he thought about it, the more certain he became—he’d been thoroughly outmaneuvered by Elodie Ferdia.
He longed to abandon the line and storm back home, but he’d already waited nearly halfway through—finally understanding the meaning behind Elodie’s earlier words.
At long last, after enduring the wait, Carlot finally stepped inside the patisserie.
At the counter, he ordered exactly as rehearsed:
“That damn fondant chocolat—one.”
“Fon—ah, fondant chocolat, one. Your order is noted. Anything else?”
“No—”
He was about to say “no” when—
“One of each kind, delivered to Ferdia Mansion. Do you offer delivery?”
“We do… but all of them…?”
“Yes.”
“Understood.”
After settling payment, Carlot exited the patisserie feeling light-hearted.
‘After wasting so much time, buying just one cake would be absurd.’
Of course, he fully intended to dump all the desserts onto Elodie. Imagining her shocked face at the mountain of sweets slightly improved his mood.
If she wanted cake so badly, she could eat until she burst.
“Kyaa! Lord Carlot?!”
“It really is Lord Carlot!”
Ignoring the people still shouting his name, Carlot headed toward the alley where he’d told Elodie to wait.
Stepping into the alley at the street’s end, Carlot froze—his expression utterly dumbfounded.
A single parasol lay abandoned on the ground.
“Hey.”
The alley was empty.
“Elodie Ferdia?”
There was no reply.
Elodie Ferdia had vanished.
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!
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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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What is this? Has the hero appeared? But how does he know her name from her previous life?What if Yansi is worse than Karl? I hope he doesn’t try to get rid of Lily.
Yance is a vile villain. Why does he hate Lily and the Duke? Doesn’t he realize that she’ll be in danger because of this?
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Miioo
Poor Carlot, she’s been tricked. Where did she go? I hope she wasn’t kidnapped.