How the Male Lead Cures the Time-Limited Young Lady - Chapter 7.9

From basic magic defenses to sound-proofing magic that prevents sounds from leaking out, and even concealment magic to hide appearances.

There were so many spells around the small cabin that it was dizzying.

“…This seems like quite a carefully prepared hideout. Is it okay to bring me to a place like this?”

“It doesn’t matter. You won’t be able to find this place without me anyway.”

Kervel replied briefly and settled into a chair placed at one side of the cabin.

Viscount Magnus also sat down near him, crossing his legs comfortably.

“So. What did you want to tell me?”

Kervel slowly looked Viscount Magnus up and down.

Viscount Magnus chuckled at the gaze that seemed to be observing him.

“It seems it’s not me who has something to say, but you, Master.”

Kervel shrugged lightly at his rebuttal.

“Well, you’re not wrong.”

“You’re curious about how I remember you, aren’t you?”

Viscount Magnus threw out the question probingly.

“If you know, then say it.”

Kervel answered gruffly, running a hand through his hair as red as his eyes.

Viscount Magnus met his gaze and smiled slyly.

“Before that, I’d like you to answer my question as well, Master.”

“What is it?”

“The curse on hat child Yvette Blanche. Is it your work?”

When Yvette’s name came out of his mouth, Kervel’s expression changed subtly.

“Why are you curious about that?”

“It’s a part I need to know for my plan to succeed. Would you please answer?”

Viscount Magnus leaned slightly forward.

Unlike his calm tone, his golden eyes were flickering.

Sensing something strange, Kervel frowned.

“…A plan? What plan are you talking about?”

“Of course, the plan to change my life.”

Viscount Magnus smiled and lightly tapped the mask covering half of his face.

“The sacrifices are almost all gathered, now I just need your answer.”

“…Sacrifices?”

Kervel stared at Viscount Magnus with narrowed eyes.

Soon, as if realizing something, his expression hardened.

“You, don’t tell me you’ve found it?”

“My, as expected, you’re quick-witted, Master.”

Viscount Magnus let out an exaggerated sigh and stood up from his seat.

Then, in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from in front of Kervel.

All that remained was his voice, echoing around.

“I may have missed the last opportunity because of you, Master, but it won’t happen this time.”

So, Master, just watch from behind.

How I become greater than you.

Greater than anyone else in this world.

***

“You seem to be in a good mood, Professor.”

“Oh my. Is it that obvious?”

“Yes. You seem to be smiling more than usual.”

“Oh dear. I guess I’m not managing my expressions well enough.”

Liliana rubbed her lips sheepishly with an embarrassed smile.

Kervel took in every single one of Liliana’s actions without missing anything.

Today, he was in the form of a boy, just like when he first met Yvette.

To Liliana, he was just one of the many academy students.

“You said you found a model you liked more than me. Seems like you really did like them.”

When Kervel muttered as if feeling left out, Liliana’s eyes widened.

“Oh my, how did you know?”

“…Because it shows on your face, Professor.”

And that’s why I like you even more.

Kervel swallowed the last part and chuckled. He wanted to embrace the woman in front of him right away, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

The Liliana he knew died hundreds of years ago.

The one in front of him was just her reincarnation.

Even so, Kervel couldn’t let her go from his heart.

“It’s getting late, so I’ll head out first.”

“That’s unusual. You always stayed until I left work.”

“I think I’ll be a bit busy for a while. I’ll come visit again when I have time.”

“Alright. Take care on your way back, and see you next time.”

Liliana waved lightly at Kervel’s back as he turned to leave. There was not a trace of lingering affection in her gaze towards him.

As soon as Kervel left her office, he dropped the smile that had decorated his face.

The face that had been as gentle as a lamb in front of Liliana instantly turned cold.

‘…I wanted to end this last life quietly. But God just won’t help at all.’

He let out a cold laugh and slowly moved his feet.

With each step, his bright red hair grew a little longer.

By the time he reached the end of the corridor, Kervel had completely transformed into the appearance of a man.

‘I don’t like helping the Blanche child… but it’s the only way to stop that person.’

Kervel, having regained his original form, slowly closed his eyes.

And not long after, he disappeared into the shadows.

***

Early morning.

Yvette woke up feeling an unfamiliar fatigue that she couldn’t quite get used to.

Given how stiff her body felt, unlike usual, it seemed it was about time for the flower to wither.

Yvette got out of bed with a small yawn and headed straight for the bathroom.

In front of the mirror, she pulled down her collar, and as expected, she could see the flower petals darkening.

Yvette, who had been staring blankly at the petals, swallowed a sigh.

“I should contact Noel.”

By now she should be used to it, but Yvette still hesitated to ask Noel for help.

She swallowed another sigh that was about to escape and left the bathroom.

Just then, Philia, who had opened the door and entered, greeted her cheerfully.

“Good morning, Count! If you’re up, shall I draw your bath first?”

Seeing Philia’s beaming smile, Yvette also smiled faintly.

“Yes. Please do.”

“Alright! I’ll go draw it right away. Please sit and rest!”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Philia went to draw the bath.

While waiting for her to return, Yvette sat on the bed, momentarily lost in thought.

Is it because the flower is starting to wither? Her body felt heavier than usual.

How long had she been waiting like that?

Philia, who had been bustling about, wiped the sweat from her forehead and approached Yvette.

“It’s ready, Count! You can go in and wash now.”

“Thank you, Philia. You always work so hard.”

“It’s no trouble! This is my job. Do you not need any assistance with bathing today either?”

“No. I’ll wash up and come out on my own, so Philia, you can rest comfortably.”

“Alright. Then please call me when you need me!”

With those words, Philia quickly left the room.

After confirming that she had left, Yvette entered the bathroom.

Steam rose from the bathtub filled with warm water.

Yvette took off her nightgown, set it aside, and sank into the tub.

The warmth enveloping her entire body felt pleasant.

Yvette gazed up at the ceiling, submerged up to her chin.

‘…To keep my promise from last time, should I go visit Noel today?’

Since Noel had always come to Wheatley, it seemed courteous to visit him for once.

‘It would be awkward to go empty-handed, so I should buy a gift on the way.’