Let’s Tame The Crazy Heroine - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

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“Beatrice, let’s go!”

Having gone to the marquis’ mansion early in the morning, I gulped nervously when I saw Louis coming from afar.

I couldn’t help but feel tense.

He was just walking, but why did the atmosphere feel so intimidating?

Was it because he was a former gangster?

As I watched Louis approaching me, I went over the plan in my head once more.

The place we were going to was a forest said to be crawling with bandits.

When the bandits tried to attack us there, wouldn’t Shamal appear to save Beatrice?

In preparation for any unforeseen circumstances, I had already stationed knights in the forest and hired a coachman who could fight.

And I had told them not to intervene until I clapped my hands.

The knights couldn’t defeat the bandits before Shamal appeared.

Now all that was left was deceiving Louis.

If Louis noticed something was off and we didn’t encounter the bandits, the plan would fall through.

Hmm…

Was the probability of Louis noticing higher, or was it more likely that he’d blow away the bandits himself without Shamal’s help?

“So, where are we going?”

At Louis’s question, I hastily snapped out of my thoughts.

“To the city to buy shoes.”

Louis nodded and got into the carriage first. Before I got in, I glanced at the coachman.

Wink-.

The coachman suddenly winked at me, as if telling me to trust only him.

I responded with an awkward smile and got into the carriage, and soon the carriage departed.

“Louis, have you studied novels quite a bit?”

“Of course. I’ve got the theory down pat.”

“You can do well in practice too, right?”

“…I don’t know about that. I’ll have to see these male leads or whatever they are.”

Louis looked out the window and avoided my gaze as if he wasn’t confident.

He studied novels even without me? That was somehow endearing.

Just as I was looking at Louis with sparkling eyes.

The coachman’s booming voice rang out.

“Bandits!”

Now the real operation was beginning.

I clasped my trembling hands together nervously and watched Louis’s reaction.

“Oh. My. Goodness. Ban. dits. What. Should. We. Do?”

Hmm, bad acting.

I never knew I was such a terrible actress until today.

But fortunately, Louis didn’t seem to notice anything strange and had a serious expression.

“I smell blood.”

Louis narrowed his eyes and scanned the surroundings.

The way he concealed his presence and looked around was very gangster-like.

And to detect the smell of blood right away, he was really sharp.

As we held our breath, the door suddenly started rattling.

Someone was trying to open the door from outside.

“Open the door while we’re asking nicely. We’ve got your coachman too, you know?”

A rough voice came from outside the door.

It seemed to be the bandits.

I calmly caught my breath and then shouted loudly.

“How dare you touch the carriage of the Marquis Rockwood!”

A moment of silence passed. But it was only brief.

Soon after, the sound of raucous laughter came from outside the door.

“A marquis must have quite a bit of money. Looks like we chose well.”

I had expected bandits to appear, but now that we actually encountered them, my whole body seemed to tighten with tension.

I gripped my skirt with sweaty hands and glanced at Louis…

‘This is crazy.’

Louis had already taken off both his shoes and was holding them in his hands like they were weapons.

He looked ready to burst out at any moment.

He had even torn his flowing dress to make it easier to move, though I didn’t know when he’d done that.

At this rate, Louis would step forward before the knights or Shamal could appear.

This wouldn’t do.

I cleared my throat and shouted loudly.

“Oh no, what should I do! Someone needs to help us!”

“Shh, be quiet. They can hear you.”

“The bandits are trying to hurt Beatrice! What is this, really!”

“Why are you suddenly acting like this?”

Louis, who had been preparing to face the bandits, looked at me with an incredulous expression.

But I was serious.

“What should we do, I’m so, so scared!”

I shouted at the top of my lungs, hoping that Shamal was nearby like in the original story.

“What a strange young lady.”

From outside, the bandits’ mocking voices could be heard again.

Could it be that Shamal wasn’t nearby this time…

I was thinking I’d have no choice but to call the escort knights.

Crack-!

The door handle fell off and the door opened.

Wondering if it might be Shamal, I turned around with anticipation.

“Aaah!”

A bandit’s yellow teeth greeted me.

As I stepped back in surprise, Louis instantly blocked my way.

“Hey, stay behind me.”

“Then I’ll take care of the young lady first.”

Just as the bandit reached toward Louis with a snicker.

Whoosh-!

A strong wind came rushing from somewhere.

The wind moved as if it had a will of its own.

After the wind swept through once, the bandits’ bodies floated into the air.

Like leaves caught in a storm.

“Aaaah! What is this!”

The bandits’ screams grew distant as they flew far away.

I stared blankly at where the bandits had disappeared.

This was definitely…

I hurriedly got out of the carriage and looked around.

But no matter where I looked, Shamal was nowhere to be seen.

Had he already hidden himself? I needed to get Louis and Shamal to meet.

As I was pondering what to do, Louis, who had followed me out, narrowed his eyes sharply.

“I thought some bastard was watching us the whole time. Must be that male lead bastard, Shamal or whatever his name is.”

A gangster’s instincts were truly frightening.

As I awkwardly rolled my eyes, Louis suddenly turned his head toward somewhere.

Then he stared intently at one spot and suddenly started running.

“Uncle, no, Beatrice! Where are you going!”

“To catch that guy called Shamal or whatever!”

Uncle left only those words behind and disappeared into the forest.

Left alone all of a sudden, I stared at the spot where Uncle had vanished, then opened the door to get into the carriage.

Not knowing there was already a passenger inside the carriage.

“Hello.”

Dark blue hair and gloomy gray eyes that resembled storm clouds.

The bashful gesture of fidgeting with his fingers.

Most importantly, floating above his head—

[Affection Level 90%]

—was that gauge.

It was definitely Shamal, one of the three male protagonists.

“Shamal?”

When I asked while narrowing my eyes, the man, Shamal, nodded slightly.

It really is Shamal.

I stared at Shamal blankly, then soon came to my senses and got into the carriage.

“What about Uncle, no, Beatrice?”

“He’s chasing my clone.”

In other words, he created a clone to shake off Beatrice.

But why did he bother making a clone?

Could it be…?

“Are you perhaps too embarrassed to face Beatrice?”

“Ah…”

Shamal’s face instantly turned bright red.

True to the timid male character from the original story, he seemed embarrassed to face Uncle.

He’s more timid than I thought. Will I be able to set him up with Uncle?

I swallowed the worry that suddenly arose and asked Shamal directly.

“Shamal, you like Beatrice, don’t you?”

Then Shamal’s face turned bright red as if it would burst.

“H-how did you…?”

“I have my ways of knowing.”

“D-did it show? Does Beatrice know too?”

Timid Shamal’s mind seemed filled with the fact that ‘his feelings had been discovered.’

I grabbed Shamal’s shoulders and made eye contact with him.

“Shamal, don’t worry. Beatrice doesn’t know. How could Beatrice know when you just silently hover around like this?”

Then Shamal’s expression relaxed immediately.

“Instead of doing that, try telling Beatrice how you feel. Who knows? Maybe Beatrice will accept you.”

Now Shamal’s face became like a bright red tomato about to fall from being perfectly ripe.

Could he be this happy just from imagining it?

So far, Shamal had the highest affection level, and most importantly, since he liked Beatrice this much, the possibility seemed quite high.

“I-I’m not mentally prepared yet…”

The problem was that he was terribly timid.

I held back the urge to beat my chest in frustration and continued speaking gently.

“I understand. Then come find me when you’re mentally prepared. I’ll help you.”

“Mmm…”

“I’m Rene Sauver. Make sure to come find me, absolutely.”

At my words, Shamal seemed nervous already, swallowed hard, and left the answer “I-I’ll think about it” before suddenly disappearing.

He probably used teleportation magic or concealment magic.

I was looking at the spot where Shamal had been sitting until just moments ago when I turned my head at the sound of someone approaching.

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