The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 115

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Chapter 115
“What are you talking about? I saw it clearly. That was Owen Harbert, the Crown Prince’s adjutant!”
“The silhouette was Duncan! The man who serves Grand Duke Hyacinth.”
Kyle’s brow furrowed—specifically at the word “silhouette.”
He interlaced his fingers calmly and asked.
“You didn’t see his face?”
“Well….”
The two men exchanged glances and hesitated for a moment. Then the red-haired one spoke.
“In truth, the meeting itself was classified. No one saw his face clearly.”
“I see.”
Kyle answered with darkened features. At that moment, the Pink-Haired Man quickly interjected.
“But I am certain. The information fee should go to me.”
“What are you saying? It was Duncan, I’m telling you!”
….
The eyes of Marquis Winston—known for being stern yet gracious—sank like a swamp.
They were a deep, murky green, the kind that would drag you under to your neck if you dared step wrong—a hell without mercy.
The two chatterboxes flinched in surprise, looking at him. The Marquis, his demeanor transformed in an instant, seemed like a different person entirely.
Click.
In the blink of an eye—before anyone could even notice him draw it—the Marquis produced a perilous magical revolver and pressed it gently against his own temple, murmuring.
“An information fee, you say….”
“…!”
“…!”
The two who had lived as assassins felt it in that moment.
Ah, this person…
might be far more than the rumors of “Marquis Winston” suggested.
Winston’s Shield members had already surrounded the two, staring down at them coldly.
That alone was enough for the red-haired man to feel death in his very soul, and he spoke urgently.
“F-forget the information fee. Just spare our lives, and we’ll leave and never speak of this again.”
“Dogs who served filth dare hope for mercy?”
Bang! Bang!
Blood splattered across Kyle’s cheek in crimson drops.
He wiped the bloodstains away with a swift motion of his leather-gloved hand and issued an order.
“Track the alibis of Owen and Duncan. Find whoever was in Eldorado at that time.”
Adjutants followed the principle of attending to their masters wherever they went.
If either of them had been in Eldorado at that moment, the odds were high that one of them was the culprit.
Kyle fell silent, stroking his chin thoughtfully.
What bastard would do such a thing.
* * *
Lips, flushed crimson, parted just enough to swallow.
“Heinrich….”
“Sister.”
Heinrich drew closer to me. I lifted my hand and brushed his hair back smoothly.
Heinrich’s eyes narrowed as if he could vividly feel the touch of my fingers.
I gazed into his eyes and whispered tenderly.
“Something other than sweets…”
Heinrich responded with a drowsy murmur, his lips curving upward.
“What about the sweet you were already eating?”
Pop—
I placed the candy I’d been sucking into his open mouth.
“…!”
Ah, I’d caught him.
A look of chagrin flashed across Heinrich’s face.
‘How cunning of you, truly.’
You weren’t asleep at all, Heinrich.
Pretending to sleep while sneaking into my bed and acting spoiled—how shameless.
Heinrich drooped his shoulders like a cat with its ears folded back (all the while sucking on the candy), and spoke.
“Doesn’t it work? I’m handsome, you know.”
It works far too well, that’s the problem.
If my heart had tilted even a gram toward him as a man rather than a brother, I would have become a dangerous beast.
All women are wolves, Heinrich.
I held up my index finger sternly and drew a line.
“From now on, no sneaking into my room using magic.”
“…That’s too harsh.”
“And no lying in my bed without my permission.”
“…There are too many prohibitions, sister.”
Of course such things are forbidden.
Heinrich sat up and grasped both my hands, bringing his face close to mine.
—His face was frighteningly beautiful, like a work of art itself.
He spoke with sincere eyes.
“I came in to comfort you because you looked so troubled. How much I’ve worried about you.”
“…”
“And you think I would do something unspeakable to you? I’m safe.”
The second statement didn’t sound entirely sincere.
I patted his shoulder gently and spoke.
“Don’t worry about me.”
Then I clenched my fist with resolve.
“For Mother’s sake, I won’t let Gerard off easily.”
Vengeance and purpose had a way of making people stronger. The sorrow of parting with the mother I’d barely found was undeniable.
But crying about it wouldn’t solve anything. Now was the time to chew on the deep wounds in my heart and use them as fuel to move forward.
“I’m stronger than you think. And it’s not because I’m worried about what you might do.”
“…?”
I told you, Heinrich.
All women are wolves.
“…So, it’s problematic if you’re lying around like that somewhere else.”
Some other ‘bad older sister’ will come prowling and snatch you away!
That was precisely when it happened.
A knock sounded at the door. The rap was polite yet urgent. The moment I granted permission, Victoria appeared in the doorway.
She caught sight of Heinrich, who had slipped in without a soul knowing, and her eyes narrowed with caution for a moment. But when I nodded to indicate everything was fine, she finally spoke.
“Your Grace, the Crown Prince has collapsed.”
“…!”
Sisrain?
* * *
I rushed toward Sisrain in a single breath. Heinrich refused to come along.
‘As long as he’s alive, that’s all that matters. If that bastard dies, just invite me to the funeral,’ he grumbled openly.
“And besides, if he sees my face, won’t it just make him hurt more? You going alone is actually helping him.”
His words held some merit, so I ended up arriving at the Crown Prince’s Palace alone. I had hurried so desperately that when I stopped before the entrance, my breath came in gasps.
“Tell him that Anette—no. Tell him that Duchess Valienne has come.”
This was my first action as a duchess.
It still felt unfamiliar, but fortunately I had already learned the basic etiquette from the Forest, and I had always adapted quickly.
A moment later.
The heavy door, which had been firmly shut, swung open.
“I will enter alone.”
I dismissed my escorts and stepped inside.
Owen greeted me at the entrance with a respectful bow.
“I am Owen Harbert, the Crown Prince’s adjutant, Your Grace.”
“…How do you do. Is the Crown Prince well?”
I had already spoken while looking at the bed. Owen gestured toward it with his palm, as if telling me to see for myself.
Sisrain lay sprawled face-down on that enormous bed.
His upper body was completely bare, and cold sweat trickled down his spine. His muscles writhed with each ragged breath he drew, unable to suppress the pain.
“…Could it be a wound from the blade at the banquet?”
He had said he was fine, though….
He had gripped the blade with a gloved hand, and I had heard it was only a slight injury. For Sisrain, a wound lighter than an insect bite.
Most of all, Sisrain had instructed me absolutely not to come see him.
Because of that warning and Victoria’s dissuasion, I had not visited him until now.
‘I should have just come earlier. Now I feel terrible.’
Then Owen answered in his stead.
“No, Your Grace. It is not because of that incident. The Crown Prince has simply been in poor health recently.”
“Ah.”
I had no idea. He hadn’t said anything.
Then, a voice rough as though deeply scratched emerged from the bed.
“Owen Harbert.”
“…!”
Owen’s face went pale as he glanced at the bed. Sisrain swept back his wet black hair with a large hand, his eyes narrowing sharply.
“I told you not to call anyone.”
Anette was particularly included in that “anyone,” but Owen pretended not to know.
‘The Crown Prince doesn’t understand love. I’m helping him with that right now.’
He merely resisted inwardly. Owen spoke with shameless composure.
“I naturally assumed Anette would be an exception. She’s someone special, after all.”
“….”
The fact that he’d tried to hide his illness made Anette’s expression turn quite forlorn—
“….”
Seeing that listless, rabbit-like face, Sisrain’s terrifyingly rigid eyes softened.
“Leave us, Owen.”
“Yes.”
Owen slipped out like the wind, as if he’d been waiting for this (biting all the attendants inside on his way out).
Thus he naturally created a moment for the two of them alone.
“You look quite unwell, Your Highness.”
Where could it hurt?
―Why won’t you tell me?
When she placed her hand on his arm, his body heat was extraordinarily high. She gasped and withdrew her hand.
“….”
Crimson eyes scrutinized Anette’s face intently.
Cheeks flushed more than usual, lips bitten anxiously, eyes brimming with tender concern.
Thump-thump.
Her heartbeat echoed loudly in his ears. The heightened senses tormented him, yet one thing alone was exquisite.
I can hear everything about you, Anette.
Even the pulsing sound before him was endearing. Terribly so.
“Are you worried?”
He opened his mouth with rough lips. Raising his heavy body, he barely managed to lean his back against the headboard.
Wet black hair shadowed his eyes. Between the strands, a sharp gaze turned toward her.
Anette breathed steadily and spoke.
“…Of course I’m worried. Have you taken your medicine?”
“….”
Even amid the terrible agony churning in his stomach, he thought sincerely.
―Being sick is quite pleasant too.
Because she held worry and comfort for him.
Sisrain drew her hand to him and gently pressed his lips against it.
Unwavering crimson eyes whispered toward her.
“You feed it to me.”

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