“He definitely seems like a strange fellow. Why is he like that?”
“There are three hypotheses here.”
At Diess’s question, Evie held up three fingers, and then said with a crisp face.
“First, he’s in love with me.”
“Oh really.”
“Listen, people usually can’t take their eyes off someone when they’re in love.”
“But you said he glared at you horribly. Ignoring greetings.”
“He must have been shy. He’s a very introverted person.”
At Evie’s shameless claim, Diess’s eyes clouded over. But Evie, undeterred, brought up the next hypothesis.
“And second, he has a grudge against me.”
“That’s quite a jump.”
“A middling person would do that?”
“No, I’m not talking about the Count…”
“Anyway, he might hate me so much because of that. Since I’m the sister of that Grand Duke he can’t consume.”
Evie was confident even when talking about dislike instead of liking. It was an attitude of fairly opening all possibilities.
At this, Diess crossed his arms and asked.
“So what’s the last one?”
“The third and last is that Zion Laurel is involved with this curse.”
Diess’s brows furrowed as he listened calmly. But Evie remained serious.
“If I had cursed someone, I would watch that person. To check the result. But the Count stared at me stubbornly yesterday, and just then the curse began, and I got into a lot of trouble. Isn’t that suspicious enough?”
“It makes sense, but I don’t think Count Laurel would come forward just to curse you, Evie.”
“‘Just’ Evie?” Evie crossed her arms and snorted. It was a suspicious face anyway.
So Diess calmly added.
“And if the Count is the culprit, we’re in more trouble.”
“Why?”
“Because there are only two ways to break the corpse’s curse. Either destroy the curse’s medium, or the person who cursed dies. And searching the Laurel house or assassinating the Count is near impossible.”
“… Shall we cancel the third one then?”
Evie, clear in her costbenefit calculation, quickly backed down again. Then she asked in a slightly sullen voice.
“So assuming that Count Laurel is not the culprit, how long do you think it will take to break this curse?”
“First, I’ll find the Night’s Clan to check when and where the curse’s ritual was held. This alone will take about three days, and what happens after that will depend on the situation.”
Diess explained the schedule ahead but didn’t give a definite answer. It was a matter of seeing how it would turn out.
The future was bleak, but Evie was not discouraged. Rather, she thought it was fortunate that Diess knew about the curse, and nodded her head.
“I understand. Then I’ll leave the matter of the curse to you. Ah, and this too.”
Evie handed over a letter that was on the table.
Certainly! Here’s the translation, following your guidelines:
“The letter is to be sent to Count Laurel. It’s difficult to meet right away, so I’ve written an apology letter first.”
“If you’re going to apologize, you’ll need an explanation.”
“I wrote it roughly. I overdid the alcohol, it was unintentional, I’m really sorry……”
Evie tried hard to swallow her guilt and smiled.
It’s like confessing that I’m a drunkard, but it’s better than being caught cursing.
If the curse is discovered and this deep hypocrisy is dissected, I cannot escape the blame of being a hypocrite, deceiver, opportunist, liar.
With the thought that I must prevent that, Evie added with a determined face.
“Send it to Laurel Castle as it’s wellpackaged. I’ll think more about what to do next.”
Evie had to become a saint, and it was the same for Dias, who shared her fate with her.
So Dias nodded firmly, took the letter, and left Evie’s room.
He returned in just over ten minutes.
“There’s a considerable problem.”
“……Suddenly?”
What’s this nonsense when problems are already overflowing?
As Evie looked at him with a face where her spirits were broken, Dias calmly spoke as usual.
“Count Laurel has come to the mansion.”
At those words, Evie nearly spat out her heart.
.
.
.
Why is he at our house!
It seems he’s come to see you, Miss Evie.
What are you talking about, I can’t meet anyone right now!
Should I tell him that it’s difficult to meet today?
No, how can we turn away the Count at the doorstep!
……Then what?
Evie snapped at Dias in casual language for the first time in a while due to Count Laurel’s royal demeanor. She then showed signs of severe anxiety, biting her nails, tearing her hair, and finally grabbing onto Dias’s hem.
And again, ten minutes later, Evie stood in front of the reception room, looking as graceful as ever.
‘It’s okay, I can do it.’
Evie, who eventually decided to meet the Count, took a deep breath.
The aristocrat coming all this way was surely because of yesterday’s event, and hiding here would only lead to greater anger.
She had to prevent that wholeheartedly, and Evie opened the door to the reception room with determination.
The welllit interior landscape came into view at once.
The warm spring sun filled the space by drawing diagonals, and in the middle of it sat a man.
It was Zion Laurel, tilting his teacup at a perfect angle.
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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