I’m Hunting My Enemy - Chapter 49

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49. Beautiful You (1)

 

Ryuie was excited for the first time in a long while.

 

‘Ah, I’ve really been waiting for something like this.’

 

As soon as Glem agreed to become her lover, Ryuie immediately brought him to her room.

 

Glem refused in bewilderment, but ultimately couldn’t completely push away Ryuie who was forcefully pressing forward.

 

“Do we really have to go this far?”

 

“Of course.”

 

Glem reluctantly took off his coat after entering Ryuie’s room.

 

“Mirrors.”

 

Three large mirrors that could reflect one’s entire body all entered the room at once.

 

Glem was dumbfounded.

 

‘Why does she carry around things like that when she doesn’t even use them herself normally?’

 

It wasn’t even prepared in advance.

 

Ryuie had such a proud expression that he couldn’t find the chance to ask.

 

“I’ve been waiting for this moment since the first time I saw you.”

 

“Why on earth.”

 

“Let’s begin.”

 

Glem hastily stopped the maids who came rushing in carrying water tanks, combs, and jars.

 

“Wait a minute!”

 

“Why? I don’t know about other things, but that hair needs to be combed.”

 

It was barely well-behaved because it was long hair. If you looked closely, you could see it all sticking up and disheveled.

 

What a waste when he had grown such white hair to that length.

 

Glem rolled his eyes in dismay and looked at the maid holding the comb.

 

“…I don’t want maids.”

 

“Oh my!”

 

The other maids burst into giggles, thinking who knows what. Ryuie also diligently wiped away the interest that had spilled over her lips with her hand.

 

“You don’t have to maintain your integrity. I don’t care about such things. Though there’s no one to catch your wandering eye when you’re meeting with me anyway.”

 

“I don’t like it.”

 

Glem stubbornly insisted with a sullen expression.

 

“Fine. Steward!”

 

Only after seeing the servants changed to men did Glem finally sit in the chair placed between the mirrors.

 

“Excuse me.”

 

The servant carefully swept away Glem’s hair that had been half-covering his face.

 

Just from sweeping away the vagrant-like hair, exclamations naturally burst from the mouths of those watching.

 

“My goodness.”

 

“How could…”

 

Once his face was revealed, despite all this situation, it was immediately understandable why Ryuie had chosen Glem.

 

His bone structure with cool eyes and strong contours emphasized his features clearly with just small shadows.

 

Even the scar that would normally look menacing only served to catch one’s gaze in the center of his face.

 

As if cutting away the fiercely suppressing gaze once and replacing it with composure.

 

“For a mercenary, his skin is clean too.”

 

“He’s not as tanned as I thought.”

 

Catsy and Bendam, who were watching together with Ryuie, said the same thing.

 

In fact, both of them were inwardly flustered because Glem felt more dignified than they had thought once his hair was swept back.

 

‘When Miss Ryuie mentioned it, I thought it was just a joke.’

 

‘He really has an unexpectedly noble bearing.’

 

Not just the atmosphere. His upright sitting posture and the way he held his head up were excessively straight.

 

Even while having his hair combed by someone else, his back never bent or his neck never tilted back. It was slightly different from simply having good muscle strength.

 

Ryuie, who had brought him to the room under the pretext of prettying him up, was gradually losing her playfulness as she watched.

 

‘…This is strange, isn’t it?’

 

That gaze looking straight ahead monotonously definitely came from familiarity.

 

He seemed to think he was hiding it well, but it was quite obvious.

 

He was definitely not unfamiliar with being attended to by others.

 

‘It doesn’t seem like he would have earned money well though.’

 

What could it be when he’s a mercenary who’s still stuck sitting in this swampland?

 

As soon as Glem looked back at her, Ryuie pretended she hadn’t been peeking at all and changed the subject.

 

“Mel. Instead of what we originally prepared, go borrow formal wear from Rankin separately.”

 

“Will that be alright?”

 

“The size will be a bit small, but we can try it on.”

 

“No. I wonder if His Grace will actually lend it…”

 

“Use my name. It’s fine to buy it with money too. We need to start spreading rumors.”

 

“Understood.”

 

Ryuie secretly felt regret.

 

‘I should have brought men’s clothes too.’

 

To make decent clothes from now would take a long time and require proper measurements.

 

Ryuie, who had mentally selected suitable outfits to dress Glem in, pondered deeply.

 

‘If I place a special order to the capital from now, it should arrive within a month, right?’

 

Time wasn’t the problem, but she was the problem.

 

She couldn’t be certain whether she would still be meeting with Glem a month from now.

 

Ryuie, who had been worrying, immediately canceled that thought.

 

‘How could this be. Why am I worrying?’

 

Wasn’t wasting money her specialty and honor anyway!

 

Ryuie immediately added ordering clothes for Glem to her to-do list.

 

Unaware of the future of countless luxury goods that would be delivered to her, Glem was getting annoyed at just trying to sweep his side hair back.

 

“Just leave it.”

 

“It finally became well-behaved, but if we don’t tie it up, it’ll become like a broom again.”

 

“Besides, it’s too precious to hide.”

 

“Accept it, Glem. Or should I send the kids every morning to dress you up again?”

 

“Once is already too much.”

 

Glem’s brow furrowed deeply, then he reluctantly loosened his head that he had been holding stiffly.

 

Following that, Mel, who had received Ryuie’s instructions, also returned with an armful of luxury clothing.

 

“I’ve brought them, Miss!”

 

“Yes, good.”

 

When Ryuie snapped her fingers and pointed, the servant tried to unbutton Glem’s clothes.

 

Naturally, Glem jumped up.

 

“Are you kidding me right now?”

 

“We’re just doing our job?”

 

“No. Don’t you consider the place? You want me to change clothes here?”

 

“Yes. It’s clothing you can’t put on by yourself.”

 

“I’m really going crazy… Ha. Leave just one person. I’ll do the rest myself.”

 

Glem irritably waved his hands around.

 

He was fully on guard, worried that she might stubbornly insist on watching him undress.

 

But Ryuie just shrugged her shoulders once and obediently withdrew.

 

Naturally, it was because she had other schemes.

 

Knock. Knock.

 

Hearing the servant’s knocking sound indicating everything was finished, Ryuie flung open the room door.

 

“Wow!”

 

Rather than exclaiming in admiration, Ryuie searched for her target.

 

There was a corner she needed to check first before looking at Glem’s unrecognizably changed appearance.

 

‘I deliberately instructed them to change the sleeve decorations and cravat.’

 

Glem hadn’t fixed his incorrectly worn outfit and instead wore it exactly as it was.

 

It wasn’t that he had been dressed wrong, but rather cleverly left as if it were a mistake.

 

If he had been familiar with noble attire, she thought he would have changed it back to the proper way.

 

‘…As expected, he’s not.’

 

Having dismissed her suspicion that he might be a nobleman, Ryuie now properly admired Glem.

 

Though it was an excessively ornate outfit befitting Duke Rankin’s original clothing.

 

Despite the clichéd expression, Glem was dazzling. The lace switched to his chest and wrists looked as if it were the intended design.

 

Indeed, the person is more important than the clothes.

 

Glem, standing stiffly as if uncomfortable in clothes he didn’t usually wear, protested.

 

“The clothes are too small.”

 

“It’s fine. You look wonderful.”

 

“I think I’ll tear them.”

 

Certain areas where his muscles were concentrated did look like they might burst.

 

He tried to roll up his sleeves to create some room, but it only resulted in emphasizing his wild appeal. Like a rough, rebellious genius artist.

 

Ryuie made a wicked expression.

 

“Even if they accidentally tear, I won’t lose anything. Actually, that would be even better.”

 

“…”

 

Glem crossed his arms even more defiantly. It was a pose that made Ryuie’s heart cheer enthusiastically.

 

“Such scheming. It’s not like you’re going to dance with me anyway, so would they really tear that much?”

 

“Want to dance?”

 

“No.”

 

“Well, there are many ways.”

 

As Ryuie wiggled both hands, looking for an opportunity to make contact with Glem, suddenly one of the maids let out a short scream.

 

“Oh my! Miss! It’s almost time for the banquet to start, but we haven’t prepared you at all!”

 

“What a mistake!”

 

“It’s fine. I can go out like this.”

 

“But!”

 

“Just because I don’t dress up doesn’t mean I won’t be beautiful, right?”

 

Ryuie simply brushed off the complaints. The servants and maids all had the same thought at once.

 

‘That’s not the problem!’

 

Ryuie’s outfit was far too casual.

 

The white shirt she had carelessly thrown on didn’t even have its strings properly tied, and her leather pants were so comfortably worn they were shiny from use.

 

It was practically pajamas.

 

Nevertheless, Ryuie’s attitude was so confident that the people waiting in the banquet hall didn’t notice at first.

 

“Yeongae?”

 

The only one who noticed something strange first was Mos.

 

‘Why is she dressed like that?’

 

Mos, covering his eyes with his fingers, felt embarrassed alone.

 

Mos had been moved to the banquet hall early with the help of the maids.

 

Thanks to fixing a large wooden tub to a handcart to create a makeshift mobile chair, he could move on his own by pushing against walls or pillars.

 

Though he still couldn’t walk alone and was confined to a small water tank.

 

‘But…’

 

Mos couldn’t bring himself to call out to Ryuie.

 

Even though it was the first thing he had wanted to do after coming here.

 

Glem, who had appeared with Ryuie, was getting on all his nerves.

 

“My goodness. Who on earth is that man?”

 

“Why does he look familiar.”

 

“With such a handsome man, there’s no way I wouldn’t remember. And now I’ll think about him until I’m on my deathbed.”

 

The murmuring noise spread through the banquet hall like ripples, bouncing here and there.

 

Mos gripped the edge of his tank and stood up as high as possible.

 

Even so, he couldn’t see properly, hidden among the crowd.

 

“Excuse me. Please move aside.”

 

“What’s this.”

 

“Oh my.”

 

“How did he get here.”

 

The nobles who saw Mos submerged in water stepped aside to both sides as if avoiding something disgusting.

 

Mos didn’t care about such looks. He was busy following Ryuie.

 

‘…This can’t be.’

 

His heart that had been racing at seeing Ryuie was only momentary.

 

The nobles’ whispers began to painfully pierce Mos’s ears.

 

“Yeongae certainly has good taste…”

 

“Do you know who that man is?”

 

“Look at his hair color. He’s the mercenary who’s been with Yeongae. How can your observation skills be so poor.”

 

‘Mercenary?’

 

Mos’s expression became even more bizarre.

 

‘Could that really be Glem?’

 

His heart dropped with a thud.

 

Mos stared at Glem with a disbelieving face.

 

The imaginary man he had inwardly dismissed and belittled was completely shattered.

 

No, it seemed like he was the one who had been shattered.

 

Glem had looks that were enviable enough even from another man’s perspective.

 

Even his indifferent gaze as he looked around the banquet hall made the gap starkly apparent.

 

‘I can, I can also… do that.’

 

He felt so pathetic for coming here in this state just to see Ryuie.

 

No matter how beautifully the maids had dressed him up, the other side was filled only with things Ryuie had personally polished and chosen.

 

There was no comparison.

 

Scritch. Scratch.

 

Mos’s fingernails scraped the wooden tub, leaving ugly marks.

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