Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain’s Daughter-in-law - Chapter 53

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Chapter 53

I suddenly felt cold sweat running down my back.

‘Who could say he isn’t the ultimate villain’s son. He may seem innocent, but I sense all his darkness…!’

After reading this letter earlier, Evan didn’t say anything nor did he question me. Rather, he waited to see my reaction.

‘I’d rather give him an excuse if he’d asked for it right now…’

It was a little creepy.

“Do you want more ink?”

Well, I guess he’d been waiting for me to read this letter… I was a little nervous at the sight of a baby beast sharpening his teeth. Seymour’s correspondence, of course, also bothered me. Even mentioning the title of the book ‘The Afternoon of Hanua,’ did he suspect that even Kyle Dart Lavonis was me…?

‘How the hell did he know…’

Although I’m certain it’s just suspicion, is it also the male lead’s buff?

Even though I was already confused, I couldn’t think about it right right now in front of Evan so I tried to evade his question and the letter.

“Well. I’m not in a hurry, shall we take a break? It’s not really a big deal.”

“Reply first and rest. It’s not a big deal, as you have said.”

Saying so, Evan grinned, more horrifying than ever.

“Hey… did you, perhaps… you haven’t been paying attention since you read this letter, have you?”

“Laria.”

He smirked and continued, “What kind of petty guy keeps caring about social letters to his wife?”

“As expected, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. So, can I reply on your behalf?”

“….”

He picked up the pen and began to write on the paper without hesitation.

[ Which Baron has the right to talk about subjects about discussing the tastes of the future Duchess? Her young husband from a faraway place came running with a sword, so clean your neck and wait. ]

The ink was all smudged because of the strength of his handwriting.

“Can I send it like this?”

“…No, let’s just ignore it. Ignoring is the answer.”

As I answered smiling, I crumbled his murder note—reply before adding my words, “I’d rather not reply anymore.”

“But, why is this Baron discussing tastes? What does drawing mean?”

“Hmm.”

Evan’s expression was bleak, perhaps because he learned the sword. Though it had been a while since I had seen him, he was already more like the Duke of Icard.

“I, I don’t know either.”

Sadly, my conscience went flying away, and his gruesome face was too close. Rather than telling the truth, my eyes were aimlessly trying to cover up this mess somehow. After a moment of hesitation, the door burst open.

“What the hell!”

Serena strode up and spoke in a nervous voice.

“Where’s the stalker?!”

“Serena…?”

“I heard the bastard sent you a letter again? What the hell are you doing?”

Evan’s forehead frowned once again.

“What do you mean, doctor? Explain.”

“How do you explain something that’s not normal like a stalker? Anyway, I can’t stand still as a physician who is responsible for Miss Laria’s mental health.”

I was rolling my eyes in the middle.

“Young Master. Now that it has come to this, you’ll have to slit his throat at the banquet!”

“I like you very much. Laria, she’s really a good match for the Icard Duchy.”

Wait… No, Evan didn’t like Serena until now, didn’t he? On the other hand, Serena, who was also wary of Evan, felt that Seymour was a much more serious case, so they decided to form the team together.

“These guys shouldn’t be left alone!”

Ah… I’ll eventually go kill the male lead for destroying the original plot like this. No matter how shameless I was, I thought I couldn’t be such a nuisance, so I was about to firmly say not to say such a thing.

All of a sudden, Lisa jumped in through the open door.

“Young Master! Why are you listening to this crazy doctor?”

“Crazy doctor, that’s a bit harsh!”

“If Young Master gets in trouble, he can leave for the Capital, but Miss Laria got to stay here! Don’t you think about Miss Laria’s social life?” Lisa said sharply with her ax-like eyes open, ignoring Serena’s words.

Eventually, with my strong consent, it was agreed that Evan would say something to Seymour on the banquet day.

‘I think a whole lot of stuff is going to happen at the banquet…’

I need to step on those who are trying to pick on me and avoid deep conversations with Seymour. In the meantime, I must also stop Evan from killing Seymour—

I sighed heavily.

Even Sven was coming to see me.

Yuvinart County.

“Even if she is the Duchess, well.”

Vietti Luzen Yuvinart smirked as she tilted her teacup.

“I don’t think she’ll be able to become an influential figure in the future, given that she was sent this far away.”

As she uttered so, the people drinking tea at the same table nodded.

“Didn’t you say her father was a Count?”

“Isn’t that the fallen aristocrat? Didn’t he die with nothing but debt?”

“Duke Icard actually paid off the debt.”

“I don’t think his daughter-in-law is too appealing? He brought her in, and she got sick right away.”

“So, he must have cleaned it up by sending her far away.”

“Is she sick? Didn’t he just kick her out because he really didn’t want to see her?”

Vietti sipped on the cup of tea with a proud look on her face.

The aristocratic social world revolves around peer culture. This was why they had to exchange and create factions at an early age. Interactions from early teens to adults continued even after adults.

Vietti, now fifteen, was definitely the queen of youth society in the southwestern region.

After her father died early, her position became even stronger as her older brother, who was three years older, became an adult and inherited the County, especially since her brother cared about Vietti very much. To the point, he wouldn’t mind if she wrote a reply to Icard’s young lady’s invitation to them.

“You have to press down from the beginning.”

Thus, Vietti called in her close friends of both genders and smiled.

“Just so she doesn’t ignore us just because they’re from the capital.”

“Young Lady Vietti is right.”

Carla, Vietti’s right-hand, nodded fiercely.

“She’s a paper doll Duchess that is so bland and can’t get herself out of here.”

The aristocrats, both genders, responded and supported each other at the bashing words. Everyone knew what would happen if they couldn’t join or show disgust. Particularly if it bothers Vietti’s sight… They all remembered what had happened to Kate, who was her closest friend.

“Anyway, let’s show her where she is at the banquet.”

Vietti said, flapping her flashy fan.

“If she starts begging herself, it won’t be a bad idea to get along then.”

The position of Duchess Icard should not be ignored, anyway. Therefore, Vietti did not intend to rule out Laria at all—No, she was thinking of putting her in her closest confidant as long as they get along well.

However, for once, Vietti wanted to put her under her.

“By the way… Kate isn’t coming to the banquet, is she?”

At a careful question for someone at the table, she smirked lightly.

“There’s no one for her to talk to, so why would she come?”

Saying so, Vietti proudly put down the teacup.

“Well… It could be a warning from Princess Icard, too. You can be like that, so behave well. Something like that.”

It was also a warning to all the children on the table.

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