The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 32



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At that late hour when everyone was asleep, a dark shadow fell across the balcony.

The tall figure carefully opened the door and came inside.

The soft moonlight illuminated the man quietly approaching the bed.

Black hair and black eyes.

He stood there miserably, looking down at me.

“It seems okay.”

A soft murmur echoed through the air.

As if he had confirmed what he wanted, he turned around without any hesitation.

I quickly got up and grabbed the hem of her clothes.

“… … !”

“Where are you going?”

You late bloomer.

When I opened my eyes wide and looked up, Karl was taken aback.

“… … Were you awake?”

“Yeah. I slept a lot during the day.”

So, I was tossing and turning when I saw a familiar silhouette beyond the curtains, so I quickly pretended to be asleep.

“I was wondering when you would come. You said you carried me from the rooftop to the mansion. But why did you sneak out here at this late hour like a criminal?”

“Because you can’t just blend in with the nobles without any sense.”

Karl sat down on the edge of the bed and answered calmly.

I furrowed my brows.

“Who noticed you? You’re my servant. From now on, don’t notice me and come see me.”

“… … .”

“To be honest, I was a little disappointed that you didn’t come to visit me. I wanted to thank you and praise you for doing a good job as a servant.”

Karl, who had been listening quietly, snickered.

He leaned slightly towards me, his body resting on the blanket.

“I was trying to compliment you.”

“Um… … like this?”

He smiled brightly and reached out his hand to pat Carl’s head.

The hair, which seemed to be soaked in ink, was softer than expected, and was slightly fluffy due to its thickness.

Wow, it’s fluffy.

He hesitated for a moment, but then lowered his head without much resistance, allowing me to stroke him more comfortably.

“Are you satisfied?”

“Yeah, it feels like petting a black puppy.”

“When you say it like that, I feel a little strange… … .”

Carl muttered, his brow furrowing. I giggled and ruffled his hair.

The sword turned its head once without complaint and swept it away.

I decided to keep the fact that it looked more like a dog as a secret in my heart.

“Is that all you can praise? You don’t give me a separate gift?”

“A gift? Do you want a gift?”

My eyes widened.

Has my servant finally developed material desires?

“My entire fortune is 600,000 gold, so if there’s anything you want from it… … .”

“Master, are you stupid? I don’t want material things.”

“Then what do you want?”

I looked up at him in bewilderment and held my breath.

“… … !”

Because the sword that had been leaning forward came closer.

I thought as I looked at his slightly boyish features, which seemed to have been delicately carved with a chisel.

‘Your face is crazy… … .’

Isn’t this the real gift?

He must have noticed that I was thinking of something else, because he wiggled his eyebrows in displeasure and opened his mouth.

“Promise me you’ll take me with you next time, no matter what.”

“huh……?”

“But I was hired as the master’s servant, so it’s a bit shameful that I couldn’t do anything when things were dangerous.”

“ah…….”

“I want to receive this promise as a gift.”

It was a very firm voice.

I nodded, impressed by my servant’s thorough professional spirit.

“Okay, then I guess I’ll have to take you to Princess Calciard’s party as her escort knight.”

“… … .”

The strong arms and broad shoulders that had been supporting the bed visibly flinched.

The sword rose and spoke sharply.

“Go alone.”

“… … ?”

What the heck, how can someone change their words so easily?

I asked back in bewilderment.

“Didn’t you just say ‘any moment’?”

“Let me correct that. It’s ‘Any moment I want.’”

“What is that―”

“It’s late at night. Even though you slept a lot during the day, try to close your eyes.”

Karl, who had been greeted unilaterally, jumped out of the balcony without even being able to protest.

What the… … .

Are there any servants who are like thugs?

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From the moment he first met Shailene, Carl was lost.

It was like a ship without a captain, or a compass without direction.

It wasn’t like that from the beginning.

Rather, he has been moving forward silently and patiently for a long time toward one goal.

But everything changed when he was betrayed by someone he trusted.

‘Gus, why are you… ….’

‘I don’t need you anymore.’

‘what……?’

‘Don’t forgive me for this, but don’t forgive your foolishness either. People don’t trust easily.’

‘you……!’

He stabbed Karl in the stomach and ran away, setting fire to the cabin where he was staying.

So the sword was thrown away.

I barely managed to survive, but I lost my purpose in life and drifted around like a puppet with its strings cut off.

What should I live for now that I have lost everything?

Not knowing where to go, he wandered aimlessly until he accidentally bumped into Shailene and was ambushed by her.

That strange encounter led to him becoming Shailene’s servant.

It was probably an impulsive decision.

‘Because I think I could be useful to this woman.’

That’s what I felt when I saved her at the Viewglass Inn.

For Karl, who had lost his need and was wandering around abandoned, the fact that someone needed him had a greater impact than he thought.

Shailene, who I had taken as my master without thinking and watched from the side, was an odd and unpredictable person.

First of all, it was unusual that her goal was to marry a blond handsome man.

On that topic, it was good to say something that shook Carl’s heart.

‘Not everyone lives with grand goals. There are many people who work hard today in order to spread jam on their favorite bread tomorrow.’

‘… …Can you live your life with such trivial things?’

‘No, then what? Will only those who take revenge on their parents’ enemies and defeat their enemies be given a chance to live in this world?’

It was a conversation between two people on the way up to the capital.

Shailene’s comments were a total denial of his way of thinking.

Because Carl only knew life as a journey towards the grand goal of regaining everything he had lost.

So I couldn’t completely agree with her.

‘There’s no way I can live with such small goals.’

This thought did not change for a while even after entering the Diat Dukes.

When I was teaching Shailene how to use a sword, I actually had a lot of complaints inside.

‘Why should I contribute to this stupid thing?’

He knew better than anyone that putting effort into something impossible would not end well.

The sooner you give up, the better.

That way, you will be less hurt and the aftereffects of failure will not last long.

But Shailene did not listen to him, and with her foolish stubbornness dragged him into a pointless endeavor.

At first it was annoying, but as time went on I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

It was really strange.

At some point, I started rooting for her as she kept trying without giving up on the sword.

And the moment when Shailene finally wins the duel with the crown prince.

The sword’s heart swayed gently. A light shone from her, living and breathing.

‘Me and… … are different people.’

I don’t know exactly how I feel about that fact, but I’m mostly just glad she was able to achieve her goal.

Later, when Shailene was carried out of the tower unconscious, the exact opposite of how she had been during the duel.

Carl felt his heart sink.

‘You can’t die. Here, like this, already… … .’

After praying earnestly, I realized.

I realized that my life, which had been wandering and losing its driving force, was now revolved around Shailene.

Carl, who had been organizing his thoughts on his own, made a decision.

He decided that the small goal that would keep him alive from now on would be to protect Shailene.

Even if she doesn’t need me.

‘I have to follow you.’

If I do that, maybe someday my life will gain new meaning.

6. Too many uninvited guests

Finally, I’m done with bedridden life and am free.

As promised, Deborah got me an invitation to the princess’s party.

I prepared diligently for the party by getting a new dress fitted at the costume shop Deborah recommended.

Deborah was quick to lend a helping hand where needed.

“I picked out some of my jewelry that would suit you. What do you think?”

“Thank you, they are all so pretty.”

Deborah, who had been smiling proudly, suddenly grabbed my hand and spoke seriously.

“You must always remember that the capital’s social circles are a jungle. If you show even the slightest opening, they will attack from all sides.”

“okay?”

“Yeah, they say that if you lose color in your lips, there’s a rumor going around that you have a fatal disease.”

… … That’s amazing.

I don’t think it was that bad even in the Charophet territory, which was hostile to me.

“But Sister, trust me. I’ll go and make sure you don’t get discouraged.”

Deborah boasted.

Under her direction, I worked hard from the day before the party.

Mentally I’m a wreck, but the outward results are…

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