The Obsessive Male Leads Want to Eat Me Alive - Chapter 90

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Chapter 90
The note continued below.
「 It might seem a bit unnatural for the Winston’s Shield members in the Capital to be on Bayonere Island.
I’ll need to explain my connection to them as well.
The Crown Prince (there were traces of writing “Sisrain” before being crossed out) is quite perceptive.
Please be careful.
Looking forward to a wonderful party, Anette 」
It was a note that thoroughly considered Kyle’s position.
She must have been confused herself, yet she showed such consideration—I was grateful.
Usually, when someone shares a secret, others merely keep it by not revealing it to anyone else.
But she was far more thoughtful and considerate than that.
Kyle’s face flushed crimson as he cradled the note in both hands.
“…I fall for her more with each passing day.”
It was truly a severe case.
How could a person be so beautiful in both face and heart?
As Kyle’s face reddened, the Larva exchanged knowing glances, their eyes saying ‘The Master is at it again….’
But this pure-hearted handsome man was so absorbed in his own world with Anette (even without her present) that he remained oblivious to their stares.
What on earth had Anette written in that letter to make him like this again?
As the menacing-faced ones grew curious, the bulky one stepped forward and stole a glance at the letter. Then he read it carelessly and blurted out.
“So the Crown Prince Sisrain is coming to the party tomorrow?”
“What?!”
A subtle ripple of shock spread among the menacing-faced ones at the unexpected name.
They had all heard that the reason Larva established a base in this remote village of Bayonere was because of ‘Anette’, but still.
The fact that a Crown Prince would appear at a village party was truly burdensome (though a marquis appearing was also somewhat awkward).
The same thought suddenly crossed the minds of the Larva, who were experts at concealing their appearance and being cautious.
“Well, there’s no helping it. We’re all thinking the same thing, right?”
“Yeah. I’m thinking the same.”
“I agree.”
The menacing-faced ones all nodded in unison.
Tomorrow, they would attend in the most authentic Winston’s Shield attire.
―Depending on clothing, people appear quite different, and their credibility changes accordingly.
From their experience living as Larva while concealing their identities, humans were surprisingly weak to the ‘unconscious mind’.
In the sharp bearing of those wearing official uniforms bestowed by the Empire, it was difficult to associate them with the Larva who dominated the ‘lawless territories’.
The bulky one stroked his beard and chuckled.
“So our first party will be attended in uniform?”
“Our uniforms look good.”
“They’re not comfortable, but honestly, they make our faces look the least menacing.”
Then, One-Eye, who had been quietly contemplating, spoke to Kyle.
“Master, should we perhaps skip tomorrow’s party? I think this isn’t the time to be careless. If it’s true that the Crown Prince deliberately issued that ‘false subjugation order’… isn’t that rather dangerous?”
Kyle, who had been listening quietly, spoke.
“Avoiding him now would only raise more suspicion. Besides….”
His deep green eyes darkened.
“I don’t want to avoid him.”
“…!”
A faint smirk played at the corners of his resolute mouth.
“I’m curious what nonsense the demon of Crevasse has to spout.”
Occasionally, their master displayed a fearlessness that bordered on recklessness.
The kind that would tear open a beast’s jaws with bare hands.
And clearly, this was one of those “fearless and reckless” moments.
All the vicious thugs shared the same thought at that instant.
‘Tomorrow’s going to be quite the spectacle.’
* * *
Late evening.
Heinrich had decided to stay another night at Anette’s House.
Since he’d be coming to Anette’s House tomorrow anyway for the party, why bother leaving today—such was Heinrich’s (miraculous) logic.
After dinner, Heinrich slipped out of the Bakery discreetly.
It was to meet Duncan.
[ Your Grace, the investigation is complete. ]
It was a background check on that worthless fellow called Kyle.
‘Let’s see just how impressive this man really is.’
As Heinrich walked toward the carriage, Duncan seemed to sense his presence and emerged first to greet him respectfully.
“Your Grace. You’ve arrived.”
Unable to hide his impatience, Heinrich skipped the pleasantries and asked directly.
“What kind of man is he?”
“His full name is Kyle Winston. He leads the Shield of Winston and is currently a Marquis of Eldorado.”
His eyes widened sharply.
“What?”
So that bastard was a Winston. That explained the magic gun. I knew I’d heard the name somewhere….
“Please review this for the details.”
As Duncan handed over a document filled with detailed information titled “Kyle Winston,” Heinrich finally understood.
Why Kyle had been so confident.
The man had been hunting magical beasts on battlefields since childhood.
“Why are there so many barbaric people like this, him and that one….”
―Seeing it only disgusted him further.
Heinrich flipped through the document carelessly, then snapped it shut.
As he did, he spoke, his beautiful face framed by crimson lips that curved with disdain.
“Marquises these days truly lack all manners.”
How should I correct this marquis’s behavior?
“Doing business quite well, like a dog?”
Heinrich fell into thought, recalling Kyle’s mockery.
“….”
Duncan saw it.
His master’s eyes—beautiful and eerie—shift in their gaze.
“So this bastard’s coming to the party tomorrow.”
Red lips twisted into a smile.
“I’m looking forward to it.”
Duncan thought to himself. For someone, this party was going to be very long indeed.
‘Tomorrow won’t be easy.’
* * *
At last, the day of the party arrived, and I was incredibly busy from morning.
“Have all the fruits arrived?”
“Yes, they have!”
The neighbors who had volunteered to help with the party were bustling about, and the atmosphere in the shop was quite pleasant.
Today was the day we were opening all three floors of the Little Bakery, plus the Garden.
With so many guests, there was plenty of food and plenty of laughter.
“Please finish setting up the barbecue~ I’m going to the Kitchen to take one last look at the cake.”
In the Kitchen was my masterpiece, born after much trial and tribulation—the third cake.
I was certain the third one would turn out tiny, barely worth mentioning.
But I decided to do it properly while I was at it, and the result was spectacularly elaborate.
I made the whipped cream from scratch, and with plenty of strawberry decorations, it was a fresh and sweet cake.
I smiled and murmured to myself.
“…I actually made it?”
My so-called celebration(?) cake for my impending doom.
So I’m really doing this….
Tears seemed ready to spill.
At this point, I needed to reflect on my life lived as a virtuous baker.
Just days ago, I was baking a cake for a “modest happy ending.”
Then suddenly, within a week, the heavens sent down three madmen to me, and boom—here I am.
“Hehe….”
Life. You really can’t see even an inch ahead.
Thinking of today’s “brilliant lineup,” I already felt drained, like a withered pickle,
“What can I do.”
Everyone’s so excited and the setup is perfect.
―Everyone except me is thrilled.
I worked with a brain that was half-fried(?).
But thanks to everyone being of one mind, a truly spectacular party came together.
The Garden was decorated with beautiful flowers, and inside the Little Bakery were bakery items, desserts, and sponsored wines.
The main table in the Garden had finger foods and plenty of hearty dinner fare.
There was no music, but the laughter of the people was the music.
“Anette! It looks like everything’s complete?”
Marianne, the young lady who helped with the flower decorations and lived in the diagonal log cabin, briskly informed me of the facts.
Several residents had already arrived.
“Wait, I thought the scale would be smaller, but the grounds are surprisingly spacious?”
Of course. Hehe, though it’s called the Little Bakery, we built it on quite expansive land.
“Wow, the food is really abundant, Anette.”
“My goodness, look at that enormous and beautiful cake! I’ve never seen anything like it!”
“So we’ll be able to meet all the village residents here today, right~?”
Yes, and not just the villagers—quite a few handsome but slightly eccentric people will be coming too.
I certainly wasn’t excited at first, but seeing everyone else’s enthusiasm, I found my own spirits lifting.
Since things had come to this, why not simply enjoy it?
I even found myself anticipating what might unfold today…
It seemed like this would be a party I’d never forget.
‘Please, just let those three crazy men behave themselves.’
I offered a brief prayer to the heavens, then officially clinked a spoon against my wine glass and spoke.
“Alright! The Little Bakery’s ‘Party for Everyone’s Happy Ending’ begins!”
I called out with a bright smile.
“Please, all our guests, come inside!”
Just then, the first guests entered the party venue.
Everyone’s eyes widened at the sight.
“…!?!”
Even I, who had been casually watching the door, was startled.
Insane.
‘Why are those three entering together…?’

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