To You, So Noble and Vulgar (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
‘Why…?’
Ariana searched her memory, wondering if she had missed something.
She seemed to recall hearing, in her past life, that the Northern Marquis would visit Westring around this time, though she remembered he never actually came.
‘Right—Helena had been so excited, convinced she’d seduce the Northern Marquis when they met, only to be bitterly disappointed later. He’d announced a visit to Westring but canceled it, and she was furious, claiming the Western Marquis was deliberately ignoring Westring.’
It had been such a trivial matter that she’d forgotten it entirely.
To Ariana, the Northern Marquis had always been someone impossibly distant.
Shaken from her thoughts, her heart tightened.
Cyrus sneaking into the Bronte estate at this hour was certainly no good omen.
‘Had the Northern Marquis also slipped in like this before? Back then, I’d been locked in my room and simply hadn’t crossed paths with him?’
A chill ran down her spine.
Cyrus revealing himself while secretly doing something might mean he intended to kill Ariana to silence her.
The Cyrus Ariana knew was that cruel a man.
Caught completely off guard, her breath hitched. Even though he stood only a few steps away, his blood-red eyes felt overwhelming.
Ariana slowly closed her eyes.
‘It’s fine. Even if things go wrong, the worst that can happen is death. This life was a bonus anyway—dying now wouldn’t leave me with any regrets.’
When she opened her eyes again, Ariana’s blue irises were steady and unwavering.
Cyrus watched her with an unreadable expression. Standing motionless in the dim lamplight, he resembled a finely crafted statue.
“I never expected His Grace the Northern Marquis to visit the Bronte manor at such an hour. Had I known, we would have all gone out to greet you.”
At Ariana’s calm tone, Cyrus stepped closer and crouched down. Though slightly flustered by his informal manner, Ariana composed her expression and met his gaze indifferently.
“How do you know me?”
“Silver hair and red eyes are permitted only to the Karha bloodline, and the only one who currently bears the Karha name is His Grace Cyrus Karha, the Northern Marquis.”
“Hmm.”
“Moreover, I’ve heard you’re as beautiful as a painting—someone who makes a lady’s heart race endlessly. It seems that’s truly the case.”
“Is that so? Your heart doesn’t seem to be racing as you say those words.”
“How could it not? If my heart stopped beating, I’d be dead.”
“Ah, quite right.”
Ariana studied Cyrus’s eyes carefully, yet she couldn’t fathom what he was thinking.
She’d expected threats—orders not to tell anyone what she’d seen here, or warnings that he’d kill her if she spoke—but he simply sat before her, saying nothing of the sort.
“Am I interrupting your meal?”
“It would be a great honor if His Grace the Northern Marquis joined me.”
“You possess quite the talent for speaking words your heart doesn’t feel as though they came straight from it.”
“How could my heart not feel it? Can’t you see how overwhelmed I am at finally laying eyes on His Grace the Northern Marquis, whose noble countenance I’d only heard of in rumors?”
Though her words were meant as a polite way of saying, “You’re keeping me from eating—please leave,” Cyrus showed no sign of getting up.
The longer this dragged on, the more anxious Ariana grew.
She wanted nothing more than to quickly gather some food, leave the kitchen, and return to her room.
After a brief hesitation, Ariana spoke.
“Let’s pretend today’s encounter never happened. I hope Your Grace will do the same.”
“So you’ll pretend not to have seen me, and in return, I should pretend not to have noticed your impeccable dining manners?”
“You are truly astute.”
At Ariana’s gentle words, Cyrus’s eyes widened slightly.
“I haven’t heard such praise since I was five.”
“It’s astonishing that someone as clever as you hasn’t received such compliments until now.”
“Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Why should I fear Your Grace? I’ve done nothing wrong to you.”
“Women usually react to me in one of two ways—they’re either afraid of me or try to charm me to win my favor. Yet you seem neither fearful nor eager to impress me.”
“That can’t be right. I’m certainly afraid of Your Grace and doing my best to make a good impression. If you don’t feel that way, it must be due to my own shortcomings.”
Cyrus continued to stare intently at Ariana with those deep, inscrutable eyes.
Seeing his eyes up close left Ariana slightly flustered.
As far as she knew, Cyrus was only twenty—just four years older than her present self.
Yet his red eyes held a depth and darkness so profound they didn’t seem to belong to a man of twenty.
‘Of course, I’ve returned through time—but what could this man have experienced to carry such eyes…?’
Without realizing it, Ariana reached toward Cyrus’s eyes, stopping just before her fingertips touched him.
But Cyrus didn’t let the gesture pass unnoticed.
“Are my eyes so captivating that you couldn’t help wanting to touch them?”
Caught completely off guard by the unexpected question, Ariana was speechless.
She’d heard Cyrus either coldly rejected women who tried to seduce him or killed them if they persisted.
“Your Grace is somewhat different from the rumors.”
“What rumors have you heard?”
“That you’re taciturn and keep your distance from women.”
When Ariana exaggerated the rumors slightly, Cyrus merely let out a short “Oh,” adding nothing further.
Ariana found Cyrus utterly impossible to read.
At first glance, his cold gaze sent shivers down her spine, yet once they actually spoke, their conversation flowed quite normally.
He didn’t give off the impression of someone who’d ruthlessly behead a woman just for bothering him.
Though his contrast with the rumors intrigued her, she no longer wished to waste time here.
“Your Grace, unless you have business with me, I’ll take my leave…”
“Wait.”
Cyrus raised his index finger to silence Ariana, listened intently for a moment, then abruptly stood and pulled her up by the arm.
Before she could even reprimand his rudeness, he kicked the scattered food on the floor under the shelves and blew out the lamp. Then, he dragged Ariana into the narrow space between the shelves.
The gap was barely wide enough for one person, so their bodies pressed tightly together.
He firmly pinned Ariana against himself with his palm on her back. Being much shorter than Cyrus, Ariana’s face was buried against his chest.
The scent of his body, mingled with fragrance, tickled her nose.
Too bewildered to understand what was happening, Ariana finally lifted her head to look up at him.
“What is this…!”
“Shh.”
His finger touched her lips.
The coldness radiating from his finger made Ariana shiver—it felt as icy as frost.
Just as she was about to push him away with both hands, the sound of the kitchen door opening froze her in place.
“Why does Miss Helena want chocolate at this hour?”
“She got scolded by Madam over the Louis matter. She must be upset.”
“But Madam only scolds her briefly—have you ever seen her punish Miss Helena harshly?”
“True. She spoils her too much. It’s strange how kindly she treats her, considering Miss Helena is the daughter of the former Duchess.”
“Hush. You know we’re not supposed to talk about the former Duchess.”
The maids’ voices drifted from the kitchen.
Feeling tension stiffen Ariana’s shoulders, Cyrus leaned down and whispered softly,
“Don’t worry. As long as you stay still, they won’t notice us.”
His breath brushed against the top of her head—cold as his gaze.
Click-
A small light appeared as the pantry door opened, casting flickering shadows from the maid’s lamp.
Ariana held her breath.
“Where’s the chocolate?”
“It should be on the left shelf.”
The maids moved along the shelves, checking each one as they searched for the chocolate.
As their footsteps drew nearer, Ariana’s body grew increasingly rigid. She didn’t even notice Cyrus pressing her more tightly against him with his palm on her back.
If they were discovered like this, it would be disastrous.
To the maids, it would look as though Ariana had snuck out at night to embrace a strange man.
‘Or worse—will this man kill them before that even happens?’
The maids’ footsteps stopped right in front of them.
Ariana saw the hem of a maid’s skirt fluttering in her line of sight.
In the next instant, the maid’s eyes turned toward Ariana.
The moment their eyes met, Ariana nearly gasped—but a large hand clamped over her mouth just in time, stifling the sound.
Cyrus’s palm, covering her mouth, felt unnaturally cold for a living person, though she had no time to dwell on it.
Ariana’s mind raced, scrambling for a way out—what stance should she take, what excuse could she make?
If the maid screamed, should she first silence her and then introduce this man as the Northern Marquis?
Or should she pretend ignorance and let the Northern Marquis deal with the maid as he saw fit?
Or perhaps she should scream first, pretending to be overpowered by the Northern Marquis?
While countless thoughts stormed through Ariana’s mind, the maid raised her lamp.
The small flame sharply grazed Ariana’s face.
Ariana opened her mouth to say something—anything—but then realized Cyrus’s hand was still covering it.
At that exact moment, the maid passed by as though she hadn’t seen Ariana at all.
‘Is she pretending not to see me?’
No, that couldn’t be.
The maids in this estate constantly watched Ariana’s every move and delighted in reporting any misstep to their mistress—the greater Ariana’s mistake, the larger their reward.
For an unmarried lady to be alone with a man was already scandalous. Ariana, caught in a strange man’s arms late at night, would be committing her gravest error yet.
If reported to Helena, she’d surely reward the maid gleefully.
Yet the maid had pretended not to see her.
‘Could it be she genuinely didn’t see me—even though I was right before her eyes? Could this be… magic used by the Northern Marquis?’
Part of the reason Cyrus had ascended to the position of Northern Marquis at such a young age and wielded the strongest authority among the four marquises was due to magic passed down only to the chosen few in the Northern Realm.
She’d only ever heard that the Northern Realm’s magic was ice-based—but perhaps this kind of magic was also part of their legacy.
When Ariana lifted her head, she saw Cyrus’s eyes gazing down at her.
Still unreadable—deep and chilling as ever.
While the two locked eyes, the maids found the chocolate and left the pantry.
Even after the maids’ footsteps faded into the distance, the two remained perfectly still, staring intently at each other.
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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I finally found the chapter corresponding to chapter 42 of the manhwa!
Here’s a mother who refutes the “instinctive motherhood” notion.