How To Save A Time-limited Young Master - Chapter 1

Heloise entered the familiar door that she was tired of seeing, and handed over a bouquet of flowers to the man in front of her.

 

“Congratulations on your recovery.”

 

“What’s this?”

 

“It’s a present.”

 

It wasn’t that she didn’t think of bringing drinks or an energy restorative when she came over, but chose flowers because she wanted to end the three-year relationship on an elegant note.

 

“What’s the gift for?”

 

The man smiled as he received the bouquet and turned it at different angles. Interest showed on his face.

 

“It’s just, bringing it along to visit a sick person.”

 

As she said that, Heloise gave the man a glance. To be more precise, she observed his mood.

 

“It’s a farewell gift.”

 

“…….”

 

The warm atmosphere ended there and then.

 

The expressions on the face of Zenon, the man seated on the bed, quickly disappeared. He stared blankly at the bouquet without answering, before slowly getting up from his seat.

 

Heloise faltered and stepped backwards unwittingly. It was because he, who was approaching with large strides, felt huge.

 

“What did you just say?”

 

A crooked smile hung from the corner of his mouth, seemingly dissatisfied with what Heloise had just said.

 

“Uh… young master, let’s calm down for now.”

 

“I am calm right now.”

 

At the same time, the sound of the step cracking resounded from the flower stalk that’s in his hand.

 

‘That’s not true. Your eyes have already gone off.’

 

But if she could say those words easily, things wouldn’t have come this far. Heloise gave up and continued to speak quickly.

 

“I was only saying that I should find my own way of livelihood now. I can’t possibly keep staying here as your companion, right?”

 

Heloise reached out a hand as if to block him, sighing. At the same time, Zenon’s firm chest was pressed against Heloise’s palm.

 

As a result, she felt his unexpectedly rapid heart rate.

 

Zenon asked in return without removing the smile that’s on the corner of his mouth.

 

“Did you think that you’ll be able to disappear without a trace and continue with your life after saving me, the eldest grandson of Lionerik?”

 

“……”

 

“If you run away now, do you think Uncle will let you live?”

 

“…It’s something you wouldn’t know unless you try.”

 

“The moment you leave my arms, you’ll die.”

 

‘My lovely Heloise. How was it that you still do not understand the ways of the world?’

 

Zenon held back his laughter and covered her hand that was placed on his chest with his. Unlike his rapidly beating heart, Zenon’s face didn’t move in the slightest.

 

Heloise refuted with her brows furrowed.

 

“That’s not true. I, too, have the power to rise against him.”

 

While she said that, she wasn’t too sure herself. Heloise’s power had a lazy temperament that wouldn’t appear unless it was a very urgent situation.

 

Well aware of that, Zenon spoke like he was saying what she was talking about.

 

“It wouldn’t appear whenever you want it to.”

 

It was a resentful yet undeniable fact.

 

Heloise had yet to know exactly how to deal with her power. She led her life up till now in a manner that was unconcerned with not knowing.

 

If it wasn’t because of the Marquis of Velk’s threats, she would have continued living without any knowledge about it.

 

“…It’s all because of you that it became like this, yet you’re saying such words?”

 

“That’s why, let me take responsibility for you.”

 

As Zenon whispered sweetly, his voice ended with a tremor.

 

What was he saying? The ends of Heloise’s fingers curled up.

 

“Weren’t you the one who said that. Now, I only have you. Those words were true, Heloise. The only thing that I have left is you. “

 

That wasn’t what I meant!

 

The mixture of a soft voice that didn’t sound like Zenon’s usual fierce behaviour and the sound of his heartbeat caused Heloise to become confused.

 

“Huh?”

 

A hidden pressure could be felt within his gently urging voice.

 

‘What’s wrong with this person again?’

 

Heloise recalled the past with a pale complexion.

 

She had only possessed an ordinary extra 1 in a novel. How did this happen?

 

Right. All of this began when the man before her, Zenon Lionerik, was declared terminally ill.

 

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Heloise was originally born as the only child from the Viscounty of Lorca. In other words, it meant that she too, was the precious daughter of her family, until she was captured by an eccentric young master.

 

With luminous blonde hair and a pair of big brown eyes that were like a puppy’s. She was just beautiful and adorable, and the ordinary young lady of a viscounty.

 

Due to the family’s massive wealth, Heloise grew up with luxury and was lacking in nothing, so she didn’t have much dissatisfaction in her life.

 

However, Heloise’s sudden harassment by the peculiar young master began when she was heading to a boring embroidery class one afternoon at the age of fourteen.

 

“Heloise! Come and see your dad for a moment.”

 

After lunch, as Heloise was going up to the second floor, she stopped on the stairway and opened her mouth.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“Where are you heading towards right now?”

 

“I’m going to attend my embroidery classes.”

 

“Can Dad talk to you for a moment?”

 

Heloise’s brows furrowed lightly.

 

Whenever her usually blunt father uses such a manner to gently entice her away, it was generally an unfortunate thing for her. That’s because it was a kind tone that he only used in order to coax his daughter into doing something he wanted.

 

“Just stand there and speak.”

 

That’s because if he comes close, something will become different.

 

Without descending the stairs, Heloise replied with faint wariness.

 

The Viscount of Lorca let out a soft sigh before he stopped pretending to be a sweet father. He spoke straightforwardly.

 

“Listen carefully, Heloise. The teacher won’t be coming.”

 

“Why?”

 

“You have a place you’ll have to go to from today onwards.”

 

Her father lowered his voice and spoke with a serious tone.

 

“For your information, this is a secret from your mom.”

 

At that, she had a bad feeling.

 

“What’s going on?”

 

“First of all, the embroidery lessons that you’ve been attending three times a week have been suspended.

 

“What?”

 

“In exchange for not taking those lessons, why not meet and play with your new friend three times a week. Isn’t that great?”

 

“……”

 

Although he was talking with a bright face like he had found a great fortune, Heloise didn’t like it at all. She only looked downwards at her father blankly with a hand on the railing.

 

That was because when she first heard about those words, rather than the joy of quitting embroidery, the first thought that came to her mind was whether her family had fallen on hard times. At that she suddenly became scared. For her family that wasn’t worth anything but their money, what would she do if they were lacking in money?

 

However, the words that her father said were unexpected.

 

“But, you shouldn’t be mistaken. While I’m saying that you’re to get along with him like a friend, it’s more accurate to say that he’s someone that you’ll be serving in the future.”

 

“Ah.”

 

As soon as she heard those words, Heloise roughly understood the situation.

 

The children of high status would usually have one or two ‘playmates’. Although there were aristocratic children with high status around Heloise that participated in that, it was only possible when their families had some degree of connection.

 

In short, Heloise’s family, the Viscount family whose words didn’t hold much influence, didn’t have an opportunity for such a tale.

 

Of course, Heloise’s family wasn’t originally penniless. Whether her father had chosen the wrong group was a problem.

 

The gears of Heloise’s brain turned quickly and she started guessing her father’s new group. Of the families that were worth connecting with, she started naming the few that were located closer to the Lorca Viscounty.

 

“Are you talking about the young lady of the Marquisate of Zaiben? Or the young lord of the Duchy of Donard?”

 

“What are you talking about, Heloise? Did you forget which family we serve?”

 

“What? But…”

 

However, the Duchy of Lionerik that her father served didn’t have a successor. No, to be more accurate, there was one.

 

‘The problem was that he’s an abandoned successor…’

 

Heloise looked at her father with a sorry gaze. It seems that he hasn’t abandoned Duke Lionerik.

 

Did the decision to send his daughter to the young lord of Lionerik include her mother’s consent? It was clear to her that her mother would stumble while clutching at the back of her neck.

 

Zenon Lionerik, the only son of the Lionerik ducal couple and the sole survivor of the accident that caused their deaths. While he was the legitimate successor of the duchy, his position was taken from him by his uncle for more than a decade.

 

Almost all of the duke’s authority was handed over to the previous duke’s younger brother, the Marquis of Velks, due to his claim that he couldn’t entrust the duchy to a successor that was less than five years old at the point of his brother’s death.

 

And my father, the Viscount of Lorca, was a man who was overly loyal to his late lord, the previous Duke of Lionerik. As such, it seemed that he couldn’t bear to see the legitimate young master of the ducal family grow up without any friends.

 

He felt sorry for Zenon, the young master that lost his parents in an accident, and wanted to let his daughter be a playmate.

 

“If it’s the young lord, he would have a lot of other playmates, right?

 

“They’re just kids without grit! I believe that our Heloise will be different.”

 

Young Lord Lionerik was no different from a kite that had fallen off, so everyone would obviously act in a perfunctory manner.

 

But even if that was true, he’s still the son of a duke in name, so how did she even get a turn? Heloise tilted her head and deduced the most plausible answer.

 

“Are you saying that they all ran away?”

 

“Ahem.”

 

Instead of answering, her father let out a dry cough. What was the young lord’s personality like that they all ran away?

 

She wasn’t particularly happy that she didn’t have to attend a boring embroidery class. More importantly, from her father’s attitude, it seemed that he had no choice in the matter.

 

It was so. Zenon was a bomb in the Duchy of Lionerik that was passed between the vassals.