The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
“Hey. What are you doing?”
Despite Jane calling out from behind, the maid stood by the bedside with a sullen expression.
At the approaching presence, El held his breath even tighter and desperately pretended to be asleep.
“If you don’t want to become a stain on this household, get out right now.”
Jane briefly paused tidying her clothes and hurried over quickly to stop her colleague.
But the maid, already standing right beside the bed, flicked her finger sharply against El’s forehead.
Her finger struck the exact center of his forehead with a sharp *thwack!*
El strained with all his might not to show any reaction—but how could he possibly stay perfectly still after being hit so suddenly?
Involuntarily, his shoulders, which had been tensed in breath-holding, twitched, and his eyelids tightened.
Because of that, the maid realized El had woken up.
“Hmph! Of all the lowly creatures…”
She deliberately sneered even more spitefully, turned around, and headed toward the door.
Ignoring Jane’s shocked expression, she brazenly grabbed the doorknob.
“She must be insane.”
Stunned for a moment by her colleague’s behavior, Jane quickly followed out, intending to give her a stern talking-to.
“Aah…”
Only after the maids had left did El open his eyes and fiddle with his chest.
It was his forehead that had been hit, yet somehow his chest hurt—his heart area throbbed dully.
Perhaps because of the chest pain, his breathing felt shallow.
‘Am I really allowed to stay here?’
His hand, pressed tightly over his mouth, trembled violently. Overwhelmed by a sensation he’d never felt before, it felt as if his throat were being squeezed shut.
‘It felt full and wonderful—but now it doesn’t.’
It was as if a hard, dry piece of bread had been crammed entirely into his mouth.
He couldn’t chew it, couldn’t swallow it, and yet couldn’t spit it out either.
A nauseating, suffocating feeling—his jaw ached, his cheeks stung.
El pulled his hand away from his mouth and touched his cheeks. His thin, sunken cheeks twisted awkwardly.
“Am I really allowed to enjoy something like this? Me, who’s so worthless. Me, who’s so unworthy.”
El looked around the spacious, luxurious room.
Again, his throat tightened, and his breath caught.
El had never in his life received proper acknowledgment or reward for his actions.
Even when he worked until his hands blistered and his feet swelled just to survive, all he often got in return was a shriveled scrap of bread.
Sometimes, not even that.
Such was the life of a child abandoned on the roadside without knowing his parents, ending up in a pickpocket den in the slums.
He’d had nothing to begin with—and even that little was constantly taken from him.
Knowing it was unjust, yet giving everything away again and again, struggling desperately just to stay alive.
That was why the kindness he’d received from Mosteros had thrilled him deeply—yet suddenly filled him with fear.
He couldn’t fathom how to handle the overwhelming things that had poured in when he’d had nothing at all.
“For someone like me? I’ll surely fall ill. I shouldn’t harbor such greed. Above all, if I become a stain on these people…”
He didn’t even want to think about it.
He had not the slightest desire to cause trouble or harm to those who’d been kind to him.
The mere thought that he might become a burden to them made his hands tremble uncontrollably.
El quickly made up his mind. Living in the duke’s mansion was clearly impossible.
El resolved to leave the duke’s mansion.
“But if I say I’m leaving, they’ll surely stop me… Yeah, it’s better to slip away quietly.”
El steeled his resolve.
But as soon as he’d decided that, Raphelian’s face suddenly came to mind.
The thought of never seeing him again left a hollow, aching emptiness in his heart.
Yet El pushed his image away.
El pulled aside the luxurious bedding—something he’d never slept under in his life—and climbed down from the bed.
The medicine was still in effect, so moving wasn’t particularly difficult.
Just then, a cheerful knock sounded at the door.
Startled as if caught doing something wrong, El scrambled back onto the bed.
“W-Who is it?”
“Can we come in?”
Through the slightly ajar door, the twins appeared.
“Yes. Please come in.”
Though El had been planning to escape, he was surprised by the sudden arrival of the two brothers, but he blinked calmly, feigning composure.
Inside, he was thinking, ‘Looks like sneaking out in broad daylight won’t work. I’ll go at night—yes, at night.’
Briel and Riello approached El, set down the various items they’d brought onto the nightstand, and simultaneously offered fresh greetings.
“Hello, I’m Briel.”
“Hello, I’m Riello.”
Their similar voices blended into a lovely harmony as they reached El.
The only slight difference between the two was that Briel seemed a bit shy.
“Hello, young masters.”
They waved their hands gently, but El got off the bed and bowed respectfully.
It was the best etiquette he, who’d never received proper manners training, could manage—but the twins looked utterly shocked.
Because of that, El became terribly flustered.
‘Did I greet them wrong?’
Confused, El tried to recall.
He strained to remember the way a noble lady had bowed once, seen long ago on the street.
Awkwardly, El bent his knee and clumsily grasped the hem of his shirt to spread it out.
“Hello, yo-young… masters.”
Though unsure if this was proper etiquette, El secretly hoped his sincerity would spare him from scolding.
Yet despite his repeated attempts, Briel and Riello’s expressions remained unhappy.
‘What should I do?’
With an embarrassed face, El returned to his original posture and nervously picked at his fingertips.
Just then, Briel and Riello whispered and bickered briefly before Briel shyly opened his mouth.
“Oppa.”
“Yes?”
Briel’s ears turned pink as he uttered that single word and fell silent.
El couldn’t follow this sudden turn and stood dazed.
Then Riello stepped forward, grinned mischievously, and spoke.
“I rather like the old-fashioned ‘Oraeobni,’ too.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t call us ‘young masters.’ Call us ‘Oppa’ or ‘Oraeobni,’ okay? Huh? Huh?”
Unlike the shy Briel, Riello made his demand with bold confidence.
They’d already taken matters into their own hands before Michaela could intervene.
El seriously wondered if it was really alright to address them that way—but he couldn’t ignore their request.
Their eyes, fixed on him, sparkled brightly with brimming anticipation.
“O… ppa?”
“What was that?”
“Orae… obni?”
Having never used such terms before, El’s tone was filled with awkwardness.
Yet the twins seemed delighted.
Riello suddenly lifted El up, cradled him in his arms, and bounced gleefully in place.
“Woohoo! Woohoo!”
“I—I want to too! Me too!”
Envious of Riello bouncing around with El, Briel raised his hand high and shouted.
“Come here. Cuddle.”
With Briel joining in, El was sandwiched tightly between the two brothers.
And so, the three of them bounced joyfully around the room.
“He called me Oppa!”
“He called me Oraeobni!”
Hearing such rare terms of endearment filled the twins with immense joy.
To El’s eyes, their faces looked unbearably happy.
They seemed so happy that the world spun dizzily, his body ached—but somehow, his mood soared as if ready to fly.
For a moment, he could forget the gloom brought on by the maid’s words.
Seeing their happy smiles, El found himself smiling along without even realizing it.
Silver and black hair fluttered together, while clear blue eyes and transparently bright red eyes drew beautiful, matching arcs.
“El, we’ll play with you.”
“We’ll show you around the house later. For now, since you’re still unwell, we’ll stay here and play with you. Were you bored?”
“I-I… is that alright?”
“Of course it is.”
“Now, come sit here.”
El didn’t even understand how things had gotten to this point—he’d been completely overwhelmed by the twins’ coordinated assault—and before he knew it, he was doing exactly as they asked.
Thanks to that, El had no time to seriously dwell on sorrowful thoughts.
And after some time had passed, while El was deeply absorbed in a puzzle, Briel and Riello exchanged glances.
‘Was it a success?’
‘Looks like it was.’
They proudly lifted the corners of their mouths, smiling contentedly—then simultaneously turned toward the bedroom door, their eyes flashing with a cold glint.
The twins had come to the guest room just moments earlier.
Raphelian had just finished speaking with Michaela and was about to go out to check on the pickpocket den.
Before leaving, he’d decided to check on El one more time and headed toward the guest room.
“A pickpocket dares to brazenly occupy the guest room and even gets assigned a personal maid—titles? Ha! How utterly ridiculous.”
He stopped right in front of the guest room door.
Without opening it, he leaned against the opposite wall and quietly listened to the sounds coming from within.
As he heard the outrageous conversation, his expression gradually hardened.
Raphelian’s keen senses, focused on one point, shone even brighter.
“If you don’t want to become a stain on this household, get out right now.”
Every tiny sound came through with crystal clarity.
He could even sense the subtle shift in El’s breathing.
‘A stain. Just who is calling whom a stain?’
Alongside his anger, he burned with frustration at El’s state—silently enduring even such injustice.
He recalled El’s clear eyes, which had said he’d only done what needed doing, and his harmless smile filled with wary caution.
A gentle soul who readily helped others out of kindness, yet lacked the strength to protect himself.
Having lived among people who ruthlessly used and devoured others to climb higher, Raphelian found El’s existence both unfamiliar and deeply concerning.
‘Purity untainted even by such hardship.’
Raphelian felt he wanted to give that purity the strength to protect itself.
‘Perhaps I should deal with the irritating nuisance first.’
Raphelian also felt as if both he and the household had been disrespected.
El was none other than the one personally acknowledged and accepted by the household head, Michaela.
Yet someone living under this household’s roof dared to act in such a manner.
It was utterly unacceptable. Cold fury rose within him.
Straightening his posture from the wall, he waited for the door to open.
“Hmph, what bad… Eeek!”
The maid’s face, turning away from the closed door, twisted in shock.
Raphelian stared down at the maid with an utterly indifferent gaze.
His eyes seemed to say, ‘You know your own guilt, don’t you?’
The maid’s face turned deathly pale; her lips couldn’t even twitch, and cold sweat poured down her face.
“Y-Young… Young Master.”
While the maid stood frozen, her face ashen, Jane, who’d followed behind, quickly bowed to him.
“Ah, Jane, was it?”
Raphelian recognized Jane, who’d come out after the maid, and spoke her name in a detached tone.
“Y-Yes! Yes, I’m… I’m Jane.”
“Summon the head butler to my study.”
“Yes. Yes.”
Jane hunched her frightened shoulders and hurriedly left.
Amid the echoing *tap-tap* of her footsteps down the corridor, a small voice came from inside the room.
It was a deeply weary, profoundly sorrowful tone.
For the briefest moment, Raphelian’s gaze touched the guest room door—then he turned his cold eyes back to the rigidly frozen maid.
“T-That… Y-Young… Young Master.”
His piercing glare, sharp enough to chill one’s very soul, made the maid’s hands tremble violently.
Naturally, her voice shook as well.
Raphelian tilted his head indifferently as he watched her quivering lips.
His demeanor, tinged with arrogance, looked utterly unyielding—as if leaving no room for excuses.
“I… I’m sorry…”
“Follow me.”
Just as the maid was about to kneel, he turned away.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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