The Circumstances of Being Chosen as the Villainess’s Favorite - Chapter 89

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Chapter 89

 

“One week, no longer than that. Understood?”

 

“Yes, I will do my best.”

 

The attendant, looking dejected, hurriedly rushed out of the room.

 

Dietrich, watching his retreating figure, pressed his forehead and let out a long sigh.

 

“…Haah.”

 

And rightfully so, as his nerves had been constantly on edge lately.

 

‘Lady Ansi getting entangled with Gusto Youngshik… must I continue to just watch this happen?’

 

Even if she refused the marriage and proceeded with divorce proceedings, it would take at least three years.

 

In the process, Larite’s reputation would be torn to shreds.

 

Of course, Dietrich knew that Larite wasn’t that kind of person—no, he didn’t care about such things at all.

 

But the person involved would feel completely different about it.

 

‘…I need to find a way to ensure Lady Ansi doesn’t get hurt.’

 

The situation showed no signs of being resolved.

 

And so, as Dietrich’s mood grew sharper by the day.

 

An unexpected clue fell into his hands.

 

The place where this clue was given was none other than…

 

* * *

 

The regular meeting of the Nobility Council.

 

It was a meeting where the heads of each family registered in the Nobility Council roster attended to discuss national affairs.

 

In principle, any family head could attend without exception.

 

However, since many nobles remained in their respective territories in the provinces, the number of attendees at regular meetings was variable.

 

And today.

 

There was someone who showed their face at the regular meeting after a very long time.

 

“Truly congratulations, Lord Gusto!”

 

“Your second son is finally getting married?”

 

Dietrich, who had been entering the meeting hall with hurried steps, stopped short.

 

‘…That bastard?’

 

Lord Gusto, with a grin stretching from ear to ear, was surrounded by people receiving congratulations.

 

Dietrich, watching this scene.

 

“…”

 

Was seized by a violent urge to plant his fist in the count’s smug face.

 

“I heard that Lady Ansi and Gusto Youngshik had broken off their engagement, but I guess those were all false rumors.”

 

“Indeed. Who would have known they’d proceed with the marriage registration so quietly?”

 

Dietrich felt his mood plummet to rock bottom once again.

 

Not a single person in this meeting room was considering Larite’s position.

 

“I never agreed to the marriage registration.”

 

Those earnest eyes that had looked up at him, and that trembling voice.

 

Dietrich’s eyes turned coldly as he recalled that scene.

 

But then.

 

“What story are you all discussing so enthusiastically?”

 

A cheerful voice rang out.

 

Simultaneously, the nobles all showed their respects.

 

“Welcome, Chairman.”

 

“You’ve arrived.”

 

“Haha, all familiar faces as always!”

 

Greeting the nobles in return, Lord Bosejour, the chairman of the Nobility Council meeting, showed a hearty laugh.

 

Meanwhile.

 

The marquess’s eyes turned toward Lord Gusto.

 

“It’s been a long time, Lord Gusto.”

 

Lord Bosejour extended his hand to the count quite amicably.

 

“Please visit Jedo more often. At this rate, I might even forget what you look like.”

 

“Understood. It’s an honor that you seek me out like this, Lord Marquess.”

 

The marquess and count warmly shook hands with each other.

 

“You should also visit the Count’s Domain sometime, Lord Marquess. I’ll treat you properly.”

 

“Your words make me truly look forward to it, haha!”

 

Watching this scene, Dietrich suddenly felt puzzled.

 

‘Were those two always so close?’

 

Until now, there had been almost no connection between the two.

 

Lord Gusto was closer to being a provincial influential figure, while Lord Bosejour was a central noble whose family had traditionally remained in Jedo.

 

Their political views and spheres of life were bound to be completely different.

 

As evidence of this, they had treated each other like complete strangers until now…

 

“I heard you formed a marriage alliance with House of Ansi this time. Truly congratulations.”

 

“You’re too kind. That child Larite is being a bit sensitive, but what can you do?”

 

Lord Gusto shrugged his shoulders smugly.

 

“Still, we must coax the children to live well together. Fortunately, Gregory has a gentle personality, so I think he’ll accommodate Larite reasonably well.”

 

“Ah, is that so?”

 

“Of course. Tsk, that child Larite also needs to learn how to be obedient to her husband.”

 

The count disparaged Larite as naturally as breathing and gilded his son’s face.

 

“Acting like the heir of House of Ansi seems to have made her needlessly arrogant.”

 

“…”

 

Dietrich felt something twist inside him.

 

“Our Gregory may be the second son, but he’s still a member of Count Gusto’s House, isn’t he?”

 

“Hehe, that’s right.”

 

“I was going to find him a better match, but what can I do when Gregory says he likes Larite.”

 

The count continued with a beaming smile.

 

“As they say, no parent can win against their child, so I have no choice but to give in.”

 

And so the count’s self-praise continued endlessly.

 

“Well, everyone’s talking as if the marriage between Count Gusto’s House and House of Ansi is completely confirmed…”

 

Finally unable to bear it, Dietrich spoke up in a sarcastic tone.

 

“Didn’t Lady Ansi say she never agreed to that marriage?”

 

The count and marquess, who had been chatting amicably, turned around with bewildered faces.

 

“…Lord Claudius?”

 

Why is the duke taking Lady Ansi’s side?

 

Their expressions were full of such questions.

 

Regardless, Dietrich continued coldly.

 

“I think making a fuss over something that hasn’t been completely decided would be troublesome for both families.”

 

“Ah, no, that’s…”

 

The nobles glanced at Lord Gusto.

 

Although Dietrich had put it diplomatically by saying it would be ‘troublesome for both families.’

 

The person who had been chattering as if the marriage was decided all along was none other than Lord Gusto.

 

Therefore, Dietrich’s words essentially meant.

 

‘Lord Claudius seems to think the marriage between Gusto and Ansi doesn’t make sense?’

 

It was tantamount to saying Dietrich opposed Lord Gusto’s words.

 

“Also, saying Lady Ansi is being sensitive.”

 

Suddenly Dietrich’s voice became razor-sharp.

 

“Since she’s been entangled in a marriage she never agreed to, it’s natural for her to work tirelessly to prevent the marriage, isn’t it.”

 

Dietrich, having asked this, smiled elegantly.

 

It was a strangely chilling smile.

 

“Am I wrong?”

 

“…”

 

“…”

 

A chilly silence descended.

 

The nobles only glanced at each other nervously, unable to easily open their mouths.

 

Just then.

 

Dietrich noticed something strange.

 

‘Hmm?’

 

Lord Bosejour, the chairman of the Nobility Council, kept rolling his eyes anxiously.

 

As if there was some troubling matter weighing on his mind…

 

“W-well, let’s hurry up and start the meeting.”

 

Lord Bosejour, after exchanging secretive glances with Lord Gusto, hastily tried to organize the situation.

 

The nobles sat down in their seats like startled sparrows.

 

‘This… something seems suspicious?’

 

Dietrich’s eyes narrowed with suspicion.

 

* * *

 

After the regular meeting ended.

 

“How about we have dinner together?”

 

Lord Gusto warmly suggested to Lord Bosejour.

 

“…”

 

For a moment, a troubled expression crossed the marquis’s face.

 

But that expression quickly disappeared completely.

 

The marquis smiled brightly.

 

“Who could refuse such an invitation? Of course I should go.”

 

And so the marquis and the count went out together amicably.

 

The place they arrived at was an upscale restaurant.

 

It had private rooms and was famous as a place frequently visited by nobles for secretive conversations.

 

As soon as they entered the room, Lord Gusto’s expression completely changed.

 

“So when exactly can this be resolved?”

 

“Just wait a little longer. You know well that the situation isn’t favorable, don’t you?”

 

“No, do you know how much money I’ve spent…!”

 

Lord Gusto, who had reflexively raised his voice, cleared his throat and continued.

 

“Anyway, please handle it as quickly as possible. That woman Larite is being so stubborn that it’s giving me a real headache.”

 

“I’ll handle it well, of course. Stop pressuring me so much.”

 

“I’m not pressuring you…”

 

After bickering like this for a while.

 

The two men, both wearing displeased expressions, ate halfheartedly and parted ways.

 

“I’ll be going first.”

 

“Very well.”

 

Lord Gusto left first.

 

Lord Bosejour, left alone, gritted his teeth and muttered.

 

“Damn it, if only that bastard Raul hadn’t caused trouble…”

 

Just then, a waiter who entered the private room politely asked a question.

 

“Excuse me, what would you like for dessert?”

 

“Forget it. Get out.”

 

The marquis waved his hand dismissively while puffing on a cigarette.

 

The restaurant was completely non-smoking, but he showed no concern for this at all.

 

For a moment, displeasure flickered faintly across the waiter’s face.

 

“Have a comfortable time.”

 

But he soon bowed his head and went outside.

 

And.

 

The waiter disappeared beyond the corridor.

 

Inside the storage room at the end of the corridor.

 

A man who had been leaning against the wall straightened up, his eyes gleaming.

 

“So, what did the count and marquis say?”

 

“Well…”

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