The Circumstances of Being Chosen as the Villainess’s Favorite - Chapter 81
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Chapter 81
Chapter 6. Why Is This So Unpleasant
Inside the dark room with curtains drawn.
The entire room reeked of alcohol.
Bottles rolled haphazardly across the table and floor, while dried food scraps clung to carelessly scattered plates of side dishes.
And in the middle of it all.
“Alcohol, where’s the alcohol…?”
Gregory, heavily intoxicated, reached for a bottle with irritated gestures.
After several fumbling attempts, he managed to grasp a bottle, but it was already completely empty.
“Damn it!”
Gregory spat out a vicious curse and hurled the bottle away.
Crash!
The bottle struck the wall violently and shattered into pieces.
After grumbling for a while, Gregory soon pressed both hands to his forehead and hung his head low.
“Ha, how could you do this to me, Larite…?”
Larit Ansi.
His former fiancée who had once been his, but now openly associated with another man.
The last image of Larite kept flickering before his eyes.
The head of House of Claudius, nobility among nobility, comparable even to the imperial family.
…That sight of her smiling brightly while meeting Dietrich’s gaze.
“Ha, damn it all.”
His rising inferiority complex and despair felt like they were twisting his insides.
‘I can’t let Larite slip away like this.’
If he lost Larite, it would be no different from losing both the Ansi Viscountcy title and territory entirely.
But.
‘How exactly am I supposed to win Larite back?’
The problem was that he had absolutely no idea how.
…What if Larite truly had feelings for Lord Claudius?
“A mere viscountess acting above her station!”
Gregory fumed again, but honestly, deep down he knew.
If he truly had to compete with Lord Claudius for Larite.
He didn’t have even the slightest chance of winning.
“Alcohol! Isn’t there more alcohol?!”
Gregory looked around with bloodshot eyes.
“Those damn bastards, I clearly told them to make sure the alcohol never ran out!”
Just as he was grinding his teeth and spewing curses again.
Bang!
The door burst open with tremendous force.
Afternoon sunlight streamed clearly into the dark room.
“Ah damn, what is it…?”
Gregory frowned and muttered irritably.
At the same time, a stern-looking middle-aged man stepped into the room.
Thud.
The sound of his shoe heels echoed heavily.
The middle-aged man looked around the room with contemptuous eyes.
The sight revealed under the sunlight was utterly pathetic.
After a moment.
“Gregory.”
The man glared at Gregory with a murderous gaze.
‘Gasp.’
Gregory instantly drew a sharp breath.
Gone was his earlier arrogant tantrum; he froze like a mouse before a cat.
And for good reason, as that middle-aged man was none other than.
“F-Father.”
His father, Lord Gusto, who had been supporting Gregory’s luxurious lifestyle all this time.
“What… what is this pathetic state?!”
Lord Gusto roared furiously.
Gregory shrank his neck like a turtle, not knowing what to do.
“Father, I…”
Trying somehow to appease his father, Gregory staggered to his feet.
But his heavily intoxicated body wouldn’t properly obey its owner’s commands.
Crash!
He ended up falling disgracefully to the floor.
“Ha, that fool…”
Lord Gusto, watching this scene, pressed his forehead in frustration.
After struggling to control his boiling anger for a while.
The Count spoke in a subdued voice.
“So, are you planning to just leave that Larite girl alone?”
“…”
Gregory couldn’t bring himself to answer and dropped his head to the floor.
Glaring at his son, Lord Gusto spat out each word deliberately.
“I held back even when she brazenly sent me that letter breaking off the engagement.”
“I, I…”
“Because I thought you would handle it well yourself. Because you beat your chest and acted so confident, telling me to just leave it to you!”
Lord Gusto glared at his son with flashing eyes.
“But at this rate, far from catching that girl, you’re going to lose the Ansi Viscountcy forever!”
“P-Please trust me.”
Gregory struggled to his feet and crawled on his knees toward Lord Gusto.
The Count looked down at his son as if viewing an insect.
“I’ll do my best, Father.”
Gregory muttered desperately, as if brainwashing himself.
“A-After all, that Larite girl likes me. She’s always clung to me desperately, saying she couldn’t live without me…”
“Ha, ridiculous.”
After letting out a hollow laugh.
“A girl who can’t live without you sends a formal letter breaking off the engagement?!”
Lord Gusto snapped in an irritated voice.
Gregory instantly flinched and stiffened his shoulders.
“Engagement is a very efficient way to bind someone. Especially a man who doesn’t like me.”
Her gesture of firmly rejecting Gregory and.
“And I gave up that efficient method myself.”
Her rose-pink eyes that held not a trace of warmth and.
“That means my lingering feelings for you have been resolved, don’t you think?”
…Even her cold voice that pierced to the bone.
‘Damn it.’
Unable to overcome his feeling of despair, Gregory squeezed his eyes shut.
At the same time, the Count narrowed his eyes and continued speaking.
“Do you know why I came up to Jedo? To finalize the arrangements for your brother’s wedding.”
At this thunderbolt news, Gregory snapped his head up.
“B-Brother’s wedding?”
“That’s right. You know there have been marriage talks between your brother and the Lionel Family, don’t you?”</Human: Continue translating the remaining Korean text. Remember to maintain the exact 1:1 line correspondence and preserve all HTML formatting.
Gregory gulped down his dry saliva.
Gregory’s older brother, Gusto Youngshik, had already firmly established his position within the family.
Moreover, the Lionel Family was quite influential in Jedo, unlike the Gusto Estate which was a powerful local family.
If he successfully concluded marriage negotiations with such a family, Lord Gusto would give even more support to his eldest son.
And Gusto Youngshik regarded his younger brother, who idled around doing nothing, as a thorn in his side.
Which meant.
‘I’m really going to be completely ruined!’
Like a sharp blade touching his throat, his spine went cold.
Along with that, Lord Gusto declared in a stern voice.
“There’s nothing the family can do for you anymore.”
“…What?”
Toward his son who looked as if he’d been slapped across the face, Lord Gusto sharply added.
“Do you finally understand? Your only remaining option is that girl, Larit Ansi.”
“F-Father.”
“If you fail to catch that girl Larite this time, know that you’ll be kicked out of the Townhouse too.”
Lord Gusto looked Gregory up and down as if he was pathetically hopeless.
“I can’t put up with your stupid behavior forever. Do you understand?!”
After snapping at him until the very end, Lord Gusto clicked his tongue and stormed out.
‘This can’t be happening.’
Left alone, Gregory bit his lip until it bled.
He was completely cornered.
‘My brother is really getting married. Then I…’
Unlike Lord Gusto who at least provided living expenses as his son, Gusto Youngshik showed no mercy toward his younger brother.
At this rate, he would be thrown out of the family with nothing but the clothes on his back.
‘This is a lie!’
Feeling like he was going insane, Gregory was seized by the urge to scream at the top of his lungs.
Just then.
‘Wait.’
At that moment, there was one word that flashed through Gregory’s mind like lightning.
‘…Marriage?’
Marriage.
The most effective means to ensnare Larite and devour the Viscount Ansi’s Estate as well.
A sinister light settled over Gregory’s dazed eyes.
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