That Piece Of Trash Was Me - Chapter 142

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Chapter 142

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It was a few days ago that Klaus Rosevar was ‘quarantined’ from Tulia.

I don’t know.

Suddenly I heard that something, no, someone came to the castle, and I was told to hide because it would be awkward if we ran into each other.

Even that message wasn’t delivered directly. It was practically a notification through some lowly lackey.

“…Your Highness. Your Highness? Are you listening?”

One of the servants who always stuck close to that woman’s side, constantly monitoring the surroundings, asked me.

Whether that guy’s name was Max, Grans, or Macrans, I couldn’t care less.

Klaus was discovering anew each day what kind of thirst the ‘Oath of Submission’ he was experiencing for the first time in his life could cause.

In other words, he was going crazy from thirst.

“Stay away for several days?”

“Um… Lady Tulia is planning for a week.”

“A week?”

“Yes.”

“A week? You said a week?”

“…Yes. Your Highness.”

Isn’t this woman crazy?

This is basically telling someone to wither and die. How is it that people from the Spring Continent are so heartless and brutal?

“Ahem. And since we can’t continue like this indefinitely, we need to formally meet with His Grace the Grand Duke and the Marquis…”

Klaus Rosevar couldn’t hear anything.

Honestly, he felt like he was half losing his mind over the fact that the woman who had arbitrarily taken his submission was now arbitrarily telling him not to come.

“Damn it. This makes my throat dry.”

“Your throat? Shall I bring you water?”

One of that woman’s slaves quickly asked, but Klaus didn’t even answer.

“…A week?”

Live a week without that woman?

Klaus buried his face in his hands and took several deep breaths.

What’s the difference between this and digging a well by hand in the desert from thirst, barely managing to create an oasis, only to have the water fairy tell you to get lost for a while?

“Fine, I understand, but tell that woman. I’m really on the verge of going insane.”

At Klaus’s words, whether it was Max or Grans flinched slightly, but he didn’t care.

Right now Klaus couldn’t pay attention to anything except that woman.

What could he do? He really felt like he was suffocating to death.

He gritted his teeth and proposed a minimal compromise.

“Or at least let me see her at night. Tell that woman I’ll stay quiet and leave quietly. Okay?”

“Then, then perhaps… there might be… war…”

Grans earnestly tried to dissuade him with genuine concern.

Because…

The Frazier family had a ‘real’ track record.

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‘What the hell is this situation, Poop Star.’

I looked up at the sky with rotten eyes.

Klaus, who ruined my outfit with that bullshit about being his mistress. One of the male leads anyway.

Leon, who was wearing a maniacal smile asking if some bastard who doesn’t know his place had come. Another male lead.

Fortunately, the real male lead Lisian was…

Just quietly observing with an unreadable expression.

‘…Why am I suddenly remembering that time?’

That is, the day I received and read a regular report letter about another male lead, namely ‘Benjamin Fluas.’

[Prince Benjamin has changed. My lady.]

The report letter contained unexpected content that made me flustered.

[Despite his extremely disadvantageous position, several older noble ladies are showing interest in this prince.

It seems to be because of his naturally outstanding appearance.

In the past, when faced with such situations, the prince would immediately flee to his old dwelling, but not now.]

‘Huh? He doesn’t?’

Then?

[The prince is politely, but slowly utilizing those old ladies’ interest. He even smiles at them.

What’s strange is that he completely ignores the ladies’ attention.

Something seems to have changed from deep within, but I don’t know the reason. And he seems to be paying great attention to his appearance.]

‘What? You weren’t this kind of character.’

In the game, Benjamin was set up as someone who would cunningly charm ladies by making maximum use of his attractive and beautiful appearance.

Then he’d attend the Imperial Banquet, show interest in Coriko, get slapped a few times.

That’s how the relationship with the male protagonist Benjamin Fluas was supposed to develop.

Only welcoming old ladies?

Disliking young ladies?

‘Did his tastes change in the meantime?’

But do they change this drastically? Originally?

‘Well, I guess it’s possible if it’s for survival.’

They say the King’s interest that had somewhat protected Benjamin didn’t last long either.

Reading the line about how he now neither laughs nor cries even while spitting blood somehow made me feel bad.

A life where you have to do your utmost to revere those who want to destroy you.

‘Benjamin, it’s not like he’s my tear trigger or anything…’

I felt a bit melancholy remembering the old days for no reason. It was when I had stopped reading the letter and wiped my eyes a little.

“…Hey.”

Leon Frazier’s slightly trembling voice pierced my ears.

‘Oh right.’

This guy was in front of me.

“Huh?”

“Why, why are you crying…? Uh what, a letter? Don’t tell me you sent a love letter and got… rejected?”

‘What kind of bullshit is this now.’

I frowned looking at Leon Frazier’s face that was genuinely shocked.

“It’s not a love letter, okay?”

“Then what is it? Show me.”

“I can’t show you.”

“Hey! Then it really is a love letter!”

Leon Frazier, whose face had turned pale as if he’d glimpsed into the abyss of terror, ran out before I could catch him.

“Brother! This is terrible! Tulia is crying! She’s crying because she got rejected!”

“Hey! That’s not it!”

I ran out to correct him, but Leon Frazier happened to be a genius among geniuses who won first place in the Academy swordsmanship competition every year.

Moreover.

“…Father. Grandfather. Tulia has been, been rejected by some nobleman. She even c-cried, they say.”

When even Lisian, who had heard the story, stepped forward with a serious face, Father and Grandfather asked with heavy eyes.

“Which family did you say it was.”

“I wish to declare territorial war. Your Grace the Grand Duke.”

“I shall permit it in the name of the family head.”

I barely managed to run over breathlessly and shouted.

“No! That’s not it! Father! Grandfather! Lisian! Leon, you bastard!”

‘It seems like nothing’s changed from back then…’

That scene when things suddenly escalated just because I shed a few tears after reading the letter about Benjamin’s situation…

And this time, all three male leads are here together in reality?

If they fight each other with swords and one of them dies, my main Quest will be completely ruined?

Naturally, my anger turned toward Klaus.

‘This bastard, I told him to just stay holed up for a week, but he couldn’t even endure that.’

And you still call yourself a male lead?

Huh?

You’re still one of the male leads like this?

Huh?!

This guy who could endure not a week but a whole month for Coriko’s sake, is he ignoring me because I’m Tulia?!

It’s activating!

The villainess’s inferiority complex!

The villainess’s rage!

I clenched my teeth tightly while trembling with clenched fists.

“Klaus Rosevar.”

“Yeah.”

“Will you stop saying weird things? They’re my real older brothers, you know?”

“Ah. Real siblings then.”

“That’s right!”

You crazy bastard!

“Got it.”

“Got it? That’s all?”

“What else should I do.”

“Apologize, you crazy bastard! Apologize!”

“Sorry.”

A brief apology. And his face still buried in the nape of my neck.

His actions were so nonchalant that I finally realized why this ‘hidden male lead’ had appeared before me.

Given Tulia’s rock-bottom personality, staying with this guy would surely kill me from high blood pressure.

‘Poop Star did this to drastically raise the difficulty of my Quest.’

That’s it.

That’s it, you crazy Poop Star.

Moreover, even while watching Leon Frazier make a psychotic smile with a menacing face, this guy didn’t let go of me until the end.

He really seemed like a patient suffering from some side effects.

‘This bastard, could it be that if he’s separated from me for too long…’

Does he lose his mind like he’s drunk on alcohol?

Just as I wanted to grab Klaus by the collar and ask him, I was able to find the answer myself the moment I turned around.

‘It really seems to be true.’

His ocean-blue eyes were slightly unfocused, as if he’d lost his mind.

It didn’t feel like being drunk from heavy drinking. Rather, it was closer to being on the verge of madness from not getting enough sleep.

So his eyes were stained with the thirst and madness of about a 12th year PhD student who got on the wrong side of a former professor during an integrated master’s-doctoral program and couldn’t sleep more than 10 hours in 10 days.

In summary, it meant he wasn’t in his right mind.

‘Isn’t Submission more like a drug than an imprint?’

Is that why he’s picking fights in all directions like this?

That’s when it happened.

“…?”

At the same time my body, which had been caught by Klaus, was suddenly pulled away.

From somewhere no one expected, there was a knee that kicked Klaus.

“…!”

A cold yet merciless force.

The surprise attack kicked Klaus precisely in the ribs, and I simultaneously made a dumbfounded sound.

“Eh.”

So, it was Lisian who snatched me away from Klaus and held me in his arms.

And the one who kicked Klaus was also…

Lisian?

‘…I didn’t expect this either.’

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