Chapter 143
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 143
It was just a few days ago.
“A prince from the Lupinus Kingdom?”
“Yes, young lords.”
“Ha. All sorts of riffraff are crawling out of the woodwork. No wonder I’ve been feeling like absolute crap lately.”
Leon grumbled as their carriage headed toward the Belus territory.
Since the Grand Duke’s and the Marquis’s direct knights were stationed by Tulia’s side, it was only natural that every ‘dangerous’ incident involving her was reported.
Whether it was the practice of human sacrifice or wicked sorcerers kidnapping and murdering children.
From this point on, it wasn't a matter for them, but for the higher-ups—namely, Grand Duke Asis Frezier and Marquis Aster Frezier—to discuss and decide upon.
“Brother. I’m going to get off at this estate and buy some weapons before we go. She doesn't have any self-defense tools. I need to teach her a thing or two myself. Honestly.”
With that, Leon Frezier hopped right out of the carriage.
Lisian didn't say much, as he also agreed that Tulia needed some means of self-protection.
Left alone, he opened the window slightly. His hair, shimmering like crystal shards, fluttered gently in the breeze.
While there was some travel between the Summer and Spring continents, it was limited to only a few kingdoms.
For instance, the kingdoms where his mother or his late grandmother, the former Grand Duchess, had hailed from.
Beyond those, there were many kingdoms that were known only by name, unfamiliar even to the nobility of the Spring Continent.
Still, he knew a fair amount about the Lupinus Kingdom.
“Actually, young lord, it was quite strange. That prince was practically glued to the young lady….”
“The young lady didn't explain the details, but she did mention that some kind of side effect occurred because of the Lupinus royalty’s unique magic.”
“You know how it is with animals? How some of them follow the first living thing they see after birth, thinking it’s their mother…? That’s what it looked like to me.”
“Uh, I don't think so? To my eyes, it looked like that prince was planning to abduct Lady Tulia and drag her back to his kingdom.”
“Hey! Why are you being so honest? You’re going to start a war!”
“…!”
“…!”
Lisian said nothing.
Sensing the atmosphere, his subordinates quickly retreated with awkward laughter.
Left alone, Lisian leaned against the window frame, resting his chin on his gloved hand.
The wind blowing through the half-open carriage window disheveled his silver hair.
“Abduct, you say.”
* * *
Lisian Frezier.
Feature 1: Handsome.
Feature 2: Extremely handsome.
Feature 3: As expected of the true male lead, he is transcendently, exceptionally handsome.
Furthermore, he is always elegant, quiet, and a man of few words—a true nobleman among noblemen whose consideration for ladies is second nature….
…Or so I thought.
“Tulia.”
His shimmering silver hair swayed like sunlight breaking apart.
Lisian quietly set me back down in the rattan chair, having literally snatched me away from Klaus. Every single one of his movements oozed dignity.
He asked, “Are you alright?”
“Uh, yeah. Brother. I’m fine. I’m okay.”
I’m fine, but I’m pretty sure Klaus’s ribs were about to snap just now. Or maybe not, since he’s of the wolf bloodline? Are they incredibly sturdy and strong?
I seemed to be the only one flustered by this unexpected turn of events.
Not only Lisian, but even Leon was merely looking down at Klaus—who was clutching his side with a cold expression and crossed arms.
Meanwhile, that guy Klaus had some serious grit. He looked like he’d been hit right in a vital spot, yet he didn't let out a single groan as he glared at the twins….
‘Wait. No, he’s not.’
Why is he glaring at me?
Did I hit you?
My bewilderment was short-lived.
“Give her back.”
At Klaus’s growled words, Leon Frezier looked like he had finally snapped.
“Why are there so many bastards who don't know their place or their roots?”
Leon Frezier took a long stride toward Klaus with a smile. No, it wasn't a smile.
He had half-lost his mind.
“Who the hell do you think you are, barking about giving my sister back or not? Is my sister yours?”
“Yeah.”
Is this guy insane?
“Yeah? Wow. I seriously can’t believe this.”
Leon Frezier swept his hair back with one hand. The madness in his eyes was now practically overflowing.
“This guy is a total lunatic, isn't he?”
“I said give her to me. That woman.”
Yes! Ddong-byul!
I get it now!
I finally understand that when three male leads gather around Tulia instead of Corico, everything turns into a complete disaster!
I get it, so stop it, you crazy bastard!
‘First, let’s throw Klaus into a dungeon. Let’s lock him up and isolate him.’
However, my attempt to jump up from my seat was thwarted.
“Stay seated.”
It was because of the firm pressure on my shoulder. Surprisingly, the owner of that hand was Lisian.
Right after my eyes went wide with surprise.
Lisian suddenly pulled off the snow-white gloves he had been wearing so perfectly and set them on the table.
‘What?’
What is this?
My brief moment of strange tension and anxiety was interrupted.
Stomp, stomp.
Lisian, with his elegant, long legs like a hunting hound, walked up to Klaus and—
Whack!
He punched Klaus square in the face.
‘Gasp.’
I jumped up from my seat in shock.
If it were Leon Frezier using violence, I would have just accepted it. That guy was never in his right mind anyway.
But Lisian using violence…?
‘It almost never happens. Almost.’
I had been incredibly shocked before when Lisian threw a punch at Leon for throwing ashes at me.
Lisian was that much of a gentleman; he was so refined that he rarely resorted to physical force against others.
In the first place, Lisian using violence was a truly rare scene even in The Milk Bread.
And yet, I’ve already witnessed it twice.
‘Is this a good thing or a bad thing?’
“Hey.”
Klaus spat out some blood and spoke, his pupils narrowed. Realizing a beat late that he was calling for me, I answered.
“Huh? What?”
“Since he’s your biological brother, I’ll ask just once.”
“What?”
“Can I kill this bastard?”
“What? Of course not!”
“Ah. Right. So as long as I don't kill him, it’s fine. Got it.”
“No! I’m saying you can’t!”
“Don't worry. I’m actually quite good at holding back. I am a very strong contender for the throne, after all.”
Looking at him now, this guy had been provoking the twins with every word since a while ago.
“Ah, seriously. This guy is a total piece of work.”
Leon Frezier also stepped forward without hesitation, chuckling like a madman.
“Why do so many crazies cling to my sister? Is it because of her face? Huh?”
Why did I suddenly remember how Klaus had ‘popped the heretics like fruit’?
The moment Klaus’s fist swung toward Lisian.
Fortunately, it seemed Tulia had inherited some decent reflexes from Marquis Aster—her father.
I stepped in front of Lisian with wind-like speed.
To be precise, I stood right in front of Klaus’s fist as it lunged forward as if to crush Lisian’s face.
Klaus’s fist stopped with a gap between us that wasn't even half of a half of a fingernail.
His eyes grew impossibly wide. He hurriedly pulled his fist back.
“Hey!”
“Tulia!”
“Hey, are you crazy?!”
Klaus.
Lisian.
Leon Frezier.
They all shouted in shock, one after another.
“What if you’d been hit?! Your face would have been crushed!”
Klaus’s words made me even more speechless. This guy is someone who mashes people’s faces into juice!
“Then why are you trying to punch someone’s brother with that kind of grip strength, you lunatic?!”
“Your brother snatched you away from me first!”
“Tulia, please….”
“Hey, Brother is a thousand times stronger than you, but if you jump in like that and get your face smashed and die, what then? Are you actually insane?”
I was flabbergasted. Why was I being double-teamed—no, triple-teamed—by these male leads?
But you know what?
I’m the one who wants to cry, you crazy people.