The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 86

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Chapter 86
“…!”
What the hell is this bastard doing?
While Heinrich cursed silently with his eyes, the man who had looked as docile as a deer adjusted his glasses and placed money on the table.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out of the shop.
In that instant, Heinrich’s gaze sharpened with indignation.
―How dare he?
Another one added to the list of people who need to be dealt with. Bayonere is amusing.
It was as Heinrich stared coldly at the door with those inhuman eyes.
“Heinrich!”
“…Sister.”
His expression immediately shifted to a bright smile, the murderous intent from moments before completely erased.
Anette, looking apologetic, brushed back Heinrich’s hair.
“Working is hard and difficult, isn’t it? Would you like to go upstairs and rest?”
“It’s not hard at all! I think I might be built for this, Sister. Working together with you is so wonderful.”
Anette laughed softly at how adorably Heinrich nestled against her, like a harmless puppy.
“If you work hard, I’ll make you something delicious for dinner!”
“Yes, Sister.”
As Anette returned to attend to customers, Heinrich’s eyes grew heavy and drowsy.
Was there truly no escape from this bread hell?
I wanted to close the shop quickly and roll around in bed with her, eating delicious things.
But she was far too absorbed in running the business.
“…Hmm.”
After a moment’s thought.
Heinrich curved his red lips and sent a message to Duncan.
* * *
‘Hehe, as expected, a handsome man brings in money.’
I watched the female customers (occasionally male ones too) bustling about outside.
They were all murmuring and fussing—what is this, murmur murmur—saying it was almost excessive to find such a handsome man in this remote village, murmur murmur.
A self-employed business owner, always thinking of sales, wiped her nose with satisfaction at the excellent part-timer.
‘Of course, he can’t actually work.’
When someone asks for a baguette, he frowns and hands them a scone instead.
He even ignores customers’ greetings.
My baby’s social skills were certainly questionable (confirmed to still be at eleven-year-old levels), but.
‘Well, one day like this should be fine.’
At least sales were hitting record highs.
Besides, his eagerness to help me is so cute and endearing.
I watched Heinrich diligently wrapping bread with delicate hands.
Oh my, he’s too adorable.
My favorite person helping out at my bakery—what a situation!
“Here you are.”
Heinrich had merely wrapped it up, yet the female customer left with a far more satisfied expression than usual, beaming with delight.
Yes, I understand that feeling all too well.
I filled the empty display case to the brim with fresh bread (the madwoman entrepreneur, delighted by brisk sales, had quickly baked a new batch), muttering to myself.
“But what kind of bread did Kyle buy…?”
I had a feeling he’d come by today, so I’d prepared a bag with his favorite breads in advance.
And yet.
‘Why is the bag with the cloth gone?’
The bread is still here.
When I asked Heinrich, he looked terribly wronged, insisting he’d received payment.
No matter how I thought about it, Heinrich seemed like the last person who should feel wronged… but regardless,
at least it was a new cloth, so that’s something.
I shook my head, recalling the carnivorous deer that had left with a fluffy cloth instead of bread.
It was at that very moment.
Charles, the administrator from the Neighboring Village, came and spoke to me.
“Miss Anette, do you have many leftover breads? I’d like to place a bulk order.”
“Oh, when would you need them?”
“A village festival was suddenly arranged for today.”
Charles, with his easygoing face, laughed heartily and gestured toward all the breads in the Bakery.
“I’d like to purchase every single one of these breads.”
“…!”
“All in cash.”
Even the bread that had just come out of the oven, still warm?
Truth be told, I’d been greedy today, planning to sell until evening, but something like this happens!
I expressed my delight enthusiastically.
“I’ll have everything packaged for you right away.”
At that moment, Heinrich whispered swiftly beside me.
“Sister, once all the bread is sold, we’re closing, right?”
“Be quiet.”
I asked Charles for his understanding and set aside a small portion of bread for the waiting customers. Charles readily agreed.
He said he’d buy everything that remained regardless.
Given the nature of operating the small Bakery—where we close once all bread is sold—customers were already accustomed to us closing early on days when inventory sold out quickly.
After seeing off all the customers and watching the display case empty completely, business hours came to an end.
―Much faster than expected.
“Hehe.”
I tidied up the display case, absolutely delighted.
“Sister, did you sell a lot of bread today?”
“Yes! And it sold out early, which is wonderful. Heinrich, you must be my lucky charm!”
“Really~?”
Oh, my precious little one.
I was in such a good mood that I gently caressed Heinrich’s cheeks, and he leaned his beautiful face toward me, asking for more.
I rolled up my sleeves with determination.
“Shall we count the money now?”
Today’s earnings were supposed to be heavier than usual.
Heinrich watched Anette’s delighted expression with satisfaction.
“Duncan, clear out every loaf of bread in this bakery. Within five minutes.”
[ Understood, Your Grace. ]
After contacting Duncan through the communication crystal, a bulk order customer appeared within exactly five minutes.
Seeing Anette’s joy confirmed it was the right call.
And I was receiving affection in return—my mood was absolutely splendid.
Now all that remained was for us to enjoy each other’s company.
“….”
Heinrich rested his chin on his hand and glanced out the window.
But then….
Something had been bothering me for a while now.
A Mage with highly developed magical power senses presences that others cannot perceive.
Behind the largest tree, that fellow who had the audacity to compare my “business demeanor” to a “dog” was still standing there.
If he bought a rag, he should go home and wash it already.
‘Why has that bastard been loitering around since earlier.’
Just beg me to kill you already.
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Heinrich headed toward the large tree.
He made an excuse to Anette that he was going to “get some fresh air.”
‘What’s with those strange glasses.’
Wearing glasses like some outcast, with that coarse brown hair and those docile eyes.
At that level,
‘Isn’t he just ugly?’
The truth was entirely different—Kyle was actually among the most handsome men around—but Heinrich, accustomed to mirrors, gave Kyle an extremely harsh evaluation.
“Hey.”
When he called out, Kyle turned to face Heinrich.
It seemed Kyle had known he was approaching but had been ignoring him anyway.
That detail put Heinrich in a foul mood.
Heinrich asked abruptly.
“Why are you loitering around here, you suspicious bastard.”
“You’re the suspicious one.”
Kyle shot back without blinking an eye.
Heinrich’s eyes narrowed sharply.
His expression made it clear—I don’t like you, I’m openly displeased with you.
‘His emotions are written all over his face.’
Kyle slowly studied Heinrich from head to toe.
His appearance was deeply unpleasant. Everything about him was distasteful from the start. Especially those crimson lips.
‘Is he even a man?’
To Kyle, accustomed to the grotesque faces of criminal profiles, Heinrich seemed like a doll.
He’d been delicate even as a child, but growing up only made him more insufferable.
“Why are you parasitizing that house when Anette is clearly uncomfortable with it?”
“…Parasitizing?”
Heinrich’s violet eyes gleamed with a sharp, piercing light.
The atmosphere around them grew frigid and oppressive.
At the Imperial Palace, others would typically prostrate themselves before Heinrich at this point.
Those who wielded concentrated magical power naturally emanated killing intent that overwhelmed their opponents.
Kyle remained utterly unmoved.
Since age eight, he’d faced monsters the size of houses, and he’d come of age on blood-soaked battlefields.
So even now, despite his opponent being a Grand Duke, he dismissed that fact entirely.
After all, they were strangers to each other in this moment.
―Of course, Kyle had already completed his investigation of Heinrich.
That was precisely when it happened.
“…Ah.”
Heinrich’s eyes darkened with a chilling intensity.
“So it was you?”
His mouth twisted into a sneer.
“The bastard who gave my sister an engagement ring.”
“…!”
How did he find out about that?
Did Anette brag about it?
He’d prefer that explanation, but given the circumstances, it seemed unlikely she’d boast about such an abrupt proposal. It had caught her completely off guard.
Which meant he’d forced the information out somehow. Undoubtedly through some cowardly method.
‘He searched the house.’
Kyle’s deep green eyes turned glacial.
Heinrich’s mouth twisted further.
“So there weren’t two of you.”
“….”
“You were the same bastard all along?”
A sharp whoosh―
A sphere of magical energy materialized in Heinrich’s palm.
“Just die. Crushed like the insect you are.”
At that vicious threat, Kyle’s eyes narrowed with a cold, mocking smile.
It was pathetic that he’d charge in believing himself a Grand Mage.
Kyle had never tasted defeat.
He’d crawled out from a monster’s belly, walked through war zones like they were home, and come of age drenched in blood.
His magical rifle had never missed a shot, and Kine, who ran the Dark Guild, had slaughtered countless mages.
“I think you’re the one who’s going to die.”
His deep green eyes grew disturbingly cold. It was the moment his hand had rested on the revolver.
A familiar voice reached both men’s ears.
“…Heinrich! Kyle!”
―It was Anette.
She came rushing toward us, her face pale with worry, swinging a bag of bread in one hand.
“What on earth are you two doing?!”
A flicker of embarrassment crossed Kyle’s face.
He already had a reputation as a madman who beat people while lying on roses, and being caught in this situation was the last thing he needed.
That was precisely when it happened.
“…Sister.”
Heinrich’s expression crumpled as he burrowed into her embrace (despite being over 180 centimeters tall, he curled himself up completely, nestling into Anette’s arms).
With eyes like a rain-soaked puppy, Heinrich spoke.
“…I was so scared.”
In that instant when Kyle flinched, he saw it.
Anette, holding Heinrich,
looking at him with eyes that said, ‘Oh no, Kyle is at it again…’
“….”
Indignation and rage surged up from Kyle’s core.
Damn that cunning fox.

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