I Was Tricked Into A Fraudulent Marriage By The Obsessive Villain - Chapter 1 Part 7
Chapter 1 Part 7
“I can’t understand what you’re thinking, Your Highness.”
Carvain leaned against the terrace railing, gazing down below.
The man who had been dealing with Iona a moment ago, let out a deep sigh at the sight.
“What the hell. Huh?!”
The man, Duke Jonathan Silas, exclaimed, pounding his chest.
For my dearest friend.
‘Friends? What friends. We’re enemies, enemies.’
Jonathan spat out, his eyes glaring at Carvain like an axe.
“You could have just brought her. Why are you doing this? I’m already busy to death.”
“…….?”
“Do you know how much work there is to do right now? Your Highness? Now that you’ve won, you’re going to be under the full intensity of the Second Empress, you’ve got the crown prince to deal with, you’ve got the other dukes to deal with…….”
Jonathan started bombarding him with nagging, as if counting his grievances.
Carvain didn’t even pretend to listen, as he was already familiar with Jonathan’s behavior.
He simply looked down at the terrace outside.
More precisely, at Iona, who was visible through the window of the building across.
“Just…”
“What?”
“I thought I’d play hide and seek with my wife, whom I haven’t seen in a long time.”
His crimson eyes were like nails on a board, unable to separate from Iona.
In the next moment, when Iona started messing up her hair, Carvain’s eyes curled and his mouth turned up.
“Some things never change.”
— Aah! My sister told Mom that I ran away again!
Underneath the red eyes, a little Iona, who was screaming and tousling her hair, flashed by.
“Shall we go then?”
So, this is not the time for it, not right now… huh? Where?”
Jonathan asked, firing off a constant stream of nagging questions that he wasn’t listening to.
“To see my dear wife.”
Carvain picked up the mask on the table and took a step.
His beautiful silver hair fluttered in the wind.
***
Johanna paced around the room, biting her nails.
— …I saw something interesting on the way here.
The face of the man who twisted his lips up popped into her mind.
It had been a few days since the man had come by. She couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling.
“…He wouldn’t be going to see her, would he?”
Even at a young age, that man was a man of action, even coming to visit her with their engagement papers in hand.
If he knew where Iona was, it wouldn’t be too difficult to find her.
“…Hooh.”
A deep sigh escaped her. Johanna lowered her head.
No matter how hard she tried, an unpleasant feeling enveloped her body.
That man, Carvain Tenebres, was dangerous.
He was the Ninth Son1I think this means he’s the ninth child who’s a son, and not really the ninth son of the Emperor, born between him and the first empress. If you were someone who had set foot in high society, you would know who Carvain Tenebres was.
In other words, among the nobles, everyone except for Iona knew who he was!
The crown should have been his.
The way things were supposed to be.
Should have. After the sudden death of the first empress, the throne went to the son of the second empress, who was then the empress consort.
And so, the Ninth Prince was forgotten in people’s minds.
No one cared about the child of the Empress, who was defeated in the palace struggle.
Of course, he had not been forgotten in Johanna’s mind because he had dropped a bomb and forced her to accept his engagement papers.
That was how the Ninth Prince, who had been almost expelled from the competition for the throne, returned victorious from the war.
Johanna knew very well how threatening he was.
— I promised to marry the lady.
— Where is my wife now?
“……”
That man was like a poisoned chalice.
If you were dazzled by his brilliant appearance, you couldn’t avoid death.
“It’s absolutely impossible…”
As the head of the family, this marriage was unavoidable.
But as a sister, she didn’t want to send her beloved sister to such a dangerous man, even if it meant death.
That’s why she had turned a blind eye to Iona’s escape.
“……”
She had to find a way.
It was clear that she had to prevent the man and Iona from meeting.
Johanna came to a decision and headed to the training hall.
“Where is Isaac?”
“He’s inside. He said he’s starting his training now.”
Nodding at the knight guarding the entrance to the training hall, Johanna headed to the innermost part of the hall.
In the distance, she saw Isaac holding a sword.
Isaac inherited his father’s talent for swordsmanship and became a genius swordsman at a young age.
But so what.
A deep sigh boiled up inside Johanna.
Of course, it wasn’t as deep a sigh as when she thought of Iona.
— Your posture has become sloppy. Focus again.
“Did I become sloppy, Commander? Could it be that your eyes are turning bad?”
— …Correct your posture immediately! Isaac Hardin!
“……”
She could see a figure roughly swinging a sword in front of a large viewing sphere.
After receiving the title of the youngest sword master and the nickname of the empire’s strongest sword, what else was there to do?
Isaac was not someone who cared about how much people praised him.
“So when are we going to eat lunch?”
– Hey! This guy!”
Isaac’s only interest was food. If there was food, he would be happy to push his way into any party and pick up whatever food he could find. If there wasn’t any food, he wouldn’t be interested in anything else.
It was a miracle that he became a sword master, considering he was training so carelessly.
— I won’t do it! I won’t be a knight! I’ll never be a Knight Commander! I can’t leave the side of our head chef…!
— But they say that the palace chef has amazing skills.
If it weren’t for Johanna’s persuasion, Isaac wouldn’t have joined the palace knights, persuading him that the palace’s kitchen chef’s skills as superior.
He’d refused to be promoted for years, saying he was too much of a nuisance to be a Knight Commander.
“…Oh my god.”
Besides, who in this world works from home.
— Why do I have to go to work in this day and age? The palace kitchen is good, but our mansion’s kitchen is the best. I’ll never leave him. Not even for a second!
— ……
Johanna was about to send the kitchen staff to the villa immediately after hearing this, but Isaac made a fuss about running away and said it was impossible.
Johanna waited at a distance for Isaac to finish his conversation with the person on the viewing sphere and approached him when the sound subsided.
“Isaac. Go see Iona for me. I have something to tell her.”
“Big sister.”
For a moment, Isaac stared at her, and Johanna’s eyes widened like a rabbit.
Isaac’s eyes were filled with despair.
What kind of news did he hear that made this insensitive bear look like this?
“Why are you like that?”
“I just got appointed as Knight Commander.”
“What?”
“Who the hell is the Ninth Prince, and why is he issuing my personnel orders?”
“……!”
At the mention of the Ninth Prince, Johanna’s legs gave out and she hesitated.
A chill ran down her spine. Johanna stared into space like a soulless person and muttered.
“He already knew.”
As expected, her bad premonition had come true.
And as she had suspected, the man already knew Iona’s location.
As if he had figured out her intention to take Iona away, he dispatched Isaac
“……”
Johanna’s purple eyes sank deep. She tightly grasped the hem of her dress.
This was a clear warning.
Not to interfere with him getting his hands on Iona.
***
“……”
She couldn’t breathe properly.
Her mind was dizzy from the scent of blood passing through her nose.
“What am I going to do.”
“……”
“I saw something I shouldn’t have seen. Lady Hardin.”
The man whispered, as if it were something that could be pushed aside sweetly.
She wanted to lift her head and confirm who was speaking, but for some reason, she couldn’t put strength into her neck.
The hoarse voice was familiar, like something she had heard somewhere before.
The pleasant, low-pitched voice melted into her ear.
Unlike the sweet voice, the man’s voice exuded so much vitality that he couldn’t even breathe properly.
Killing intent, forged into a sharp blade, rained down on her head.
Her hands and feet shook with fear.
No, her limbs.
Her whole body was trembling so much that she couldn’t control it.
“……”
In front of her, a man with red eyes was lying on the ground, bleeding while clutching his neck.
In the man’s hand, there was a sword dripping with blood.
“Given the situation, I suppose you’ll have to die.”
She instinctively realized.
That the man in front of her was the ultimate villain.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll have to be the killer who killed the Crown Prince.”
As the man spoke, her vision began to flicker.
Soon, everything turned pitch black, and after a moment, a bright light burst forth.
Simultaneously, someone familiar appears before my eyes.
The boy I met when I was young. The young villain.
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