The Viscount Wants to Go to the Mill - Chapter 29

“You’re the cause of this, you know?”

Facing the dragon’s terror, the self-proclaimed Revaston’s groin was stained yellow. Trembling and unable to say anything, he prostrated himself on the ground.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

“Isn’t it self-inflicted if we dig deeper into the cause?”

At that moment, Evangeline peeked her head out from the path and spoke.

“This isn’t the first time a scammer claiming to be Revaston has appeared, and if it weren’t for the holy sword story, the dragon wouldn’t have come here.”

“Isn’t that because you couldn’t take the holy sword to the Empire?”

“Truth is truth.”

The holy sword struggled, saying it would die if handed over to someone else. Breck sighed, roughly planted the sword into the ground, and turned to Evangeline.

“Is that what you came to say?”

“No. I came to help since others couldn’t approach recklessly.”

Evangeline stepped aside to open the path. Far down the path, Cohen and the butler were standing. Breck saw them fidgeting, unsure of what to do, and then bowing their heads quickly when their eyes met his.

He sighed.

“Would you like to take this guy?”

He pointed at the self-proclaimed Revaston, and Evangeline laughed.

“How much will you give me if I clean this up nicely?”

“Let’s negotiate. And Baerba.”

The black dragon flinched and trembled. Breck looked at him reluctantly. He was annoyed that his seclusion was broken, but he didn’t intend to become true enemies with the dragon.

“Leave, now. And don’t spread rumors everywhere.”

“Is… is that alright?”

“Compensate like a proper dragon.”

“…I will.”

Worried that Breck might change his mind, Baerba didn’t even return to his majestic dragon form and teleported away on the spot. Evangeline sighed regretfully.

“It’s rare to get a chance to meet a dragon…”

“Don’t do anything unnecessary. You don’t want to be involved with a dragon with such a nasty temper.”

He advised sincerely. Even he, who knew quite a few dragons, couldn’t have imagined that a dragon would actually come to challenge him.

Breck then approached Cohen and the butler. The butler, still bowing his head, rolled his eyes. Breck didn’t say a word, but the butler felt guilty, thinking that he had believed the self-proclaimed Revaston was more suitable for Lily than a gardener.

Cohen looked at him with an even more complicated expression. This was truly unbelievable. He knew Breck’s childhood. But he couldn’t ignore the battle he had just witnessed.

“Well, um, you see…”

“Don’t speak with such a worried face, Mr. Cohen. I am Breck. Well… I went through a lot during my time away.”

“My God. I was so harsh to the dragon slayer…”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Cohen? Wasn’t I a good worker?”

Breck grumbled as Cohen, lost in thought about the past year and a half, didn’t know what to do. He also smiled at the butler, who had supported the idea of Lily remarrying the self-proclaimed Revaston. Breck didn’t hold a grudge, knowing the butler had Lily’s best interests at heart.

“Both of you, calm down. I am Breck. That’s my real name, and I came back to my hometown and found a job through connections. That’s all.”

“I apologize.”

The butler couldn’t bear it and bowed deeply. Breck sighed. He had expected this, but it seemed that his life as Gardener Breck was over.

“Now, go calm the frightened people down. I need to see the Viscount.”

Cohen looked at him nervously. The butler quickly dragged Cohen away to follow Breck’s orders.

Breck sighed. Honestly, the other people didn’t matter much. The problem was Lily. He feared her reaction.

‘I shouldn’t have just said I’m Breck.’

He hadn’t planned to reveal his identity this way.

At that moment, Lily had returned to her bedroom. After taking care of the collapsed Baron Ploy and his wife, calming the excited Mayor Arett and his wife, and sending them away, she was left alone.

‘Breck is Revaston? What should I do?’

She sat on the bed but quickly stood up, unable to sit still. But standing didn’t ease her anxiety, so she sat down again.

It was a big problem.

Despite all of Breck’s worries, her primary issue wasn’t that he had hidden his identity.

“What do I do? I’m the illustrator of Briston!”

She pulled at her hair. Breck had laughed when he said he enjoyed the illustrations, but that was different. If it were someone else, she might have thought it was okay since the person involved found it amusing, but not from her perspective.

“This is driving me crazy. Really crazy.”

Lily stood up and paced around the bedroom. Although Randolph wrote the stories, she had created the image of the character based on Revaston and drawn all sorts of erotic scenes.

She didn’t have the courage to face Breck again. But she didn’t want him to just leave either.

Now, some things made sense. His perfectly sculpted body, strength, composure, impeccable manners despite his disheveled appearance, and how he seemed to deliberately hunch his shoulders to hide himself.

No, this wasn’t the time to think about that. Lily sat down again but quickly stood up. Should she try to keep Breck? Even if he stayed, he couldn’t continue as a gardener.

She didn’t know how things would change, but she decided to try to keep him first. She’d think about everything else afterward.

With that thought, she abruptly opened the door, finding Breck standing there with his hand raised to knock. Surprised, Lily spoke.

“Ah, uh, Breck…? No, I mean…”

“Call me Breck. It wasn’t a lie when I said my name is Breck.”

“But…”

Mumbling, Lily stepped back, grabbing her skirt and trying to kneel. But before she could, Breck quickly approached, grabbed her arms, and pulled her into an embrace.

“Please don’t do that.”

“But you… no.”

She stammered, unable to bring herself to call him Revaston. Her throat felt tight, and tears welled up for no reason. It wasn’t something to cry about, but thinking she might lose him made her sad.

When the fake had tried to woo her, she felt nothing. Despite the objective facts, she never thought she was inferior to that man.

But now it was different. This man couldn’t be hers.

Maybe that’s why she felt so uneasy. She didn’t know it consciously, but she must have sensed it unconsciously. That he was someone she couldn’t dare to hold.

“Viscount!”

He called out in a surprised voice, quickly lifting Lily and carrying her to an armchair. He sat her down and pressed a handkerchief to her cheek. Only then did Lily realize she was crying.

“Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing.”

Even if they both knew, saying it out loud would make things worse. She couldn’t say it was because she was sad he might leave. She didn’t want to appear foolish. It would be best to end things lightly, as they had started. Wasn’t it just about having a fling? She was just a master bringing a servant into her bedroom.

Lily forced herself to look up at Breck.

“You can’t stay here anymore. Will you go somewhere else?”

“It’s true that the neighboring village is my hometown. Why would I leave? I just came back home.”

“Then…”

“Are you going to kick me out?”

Breck asked as he kissed her cheek. The tension remained, but the overwhelming worry that had clouded his mind was gone. He realized that Lily took him seriously enough to cry first.

She shook her head at his question about kicking him out. Breck kissed her eyes and cheeks. Then, pouring out everything, he confessed once more.

“I came back home. I hid my past because I didn’t want any fuss. I wanted to live as Breck. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t know how to. I kept wondering how to say it. Let’s get married, Lily.”

“……”

Lily wiped her tears, then looked at Breck in surprise. Breck realized he had misspoken. He hadn’t meant to say that first, but in his spinning mind, everything spilled out at once.

Breck’s face turned red. Lily, seeing his flustered face, smiled through her tears. His embarrassed face conveyed everything more genuinely than his words.

So she put her arms around his neck.

“You’re wrong, Breck. You should say this first.”

“Hmm.”

“I love you.”

She said it first. Breck couldn’t resist the impulse and pressed his lips to hers. After a long kiss, he finally spoke with a hoarse voice.

“I love you.”

**

The wedding of Breck and Lily was held modestly at Viscount Aiden’s residence. Lily wanted it to be quiet since it was her second marriage, and Breck absolutely hated the noise.

Of course, the procedures to keep the ceremony modest were anything but simple. First, convincing Breck’s family was no ordinary task.

“My brother is the hero Revaston? You need to say something that makes sense. Are you crazy?”

His younger sister teased, twirling her finger around her temple, but when Breck remained silent, she started to worry in earnest.

“Are you really okay? Which doctor should we see for a brain disease?”

“I’m not lying…….”

“This is crazy. It’s not enough that you worried Mom and Dad so much, now you’re trying to uproot the family as soon as you come back…….”