The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 37



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“You, you, what are you saying… … .”

“First of all, I’m already an adult, so there’s no reason for me to do what my mother tells me to do. Whether it’s marriage or anything else.”

Gwen’s eyes and mouth dilated.

Shailene was a timid and weak-willed girl who had difficulty seeing with her own eyes.

The kid who couldn’t even protest when he was treated poorly is now looking straight at Gwen and talking to her.

A shock washed over her, as if someone had hit her on the back of the head.

“Hey, are you crazy? Why did you say that to my mom?”

Janice snapped on behalf of the speechless Gwen.

Shailene responded with a laugh, snorting in amusement.

“Yes, Janice. Your mother. Not mine.”

“… … But your mother raised you, didn’t she? I told you that if a person doesn’t know gratitude, they’re just animals.”

“I am not ignorant of grace.”

“But why―!”

“The same goes for enemies.”

Shailene cut Janice off coldly, one corner of her mouth curling up.

Her calm gaze took the breath away of the count and his daughter.

The two of them were at a loss as they felt the pressure from Shailene for the first time.

“You and your mother may not know this, but I am a person who thoroughly repays both kindness and enmity. Please remember this well.”

“I’m going to put my teacup down quietly and elegantly,” Shailene said.

“I’ll have a nice day today, so you can go back now. I have no intention of going with you guys.”

A cold expression, cold words, and a proudly raised head.

She really isn’t the same as before.

The expressions of the mother and daughter, who felt that fact deeply, hardened. Gwen opened her mouth, clenching her fists tightly.

“So… … you’re saying you’re going to stay here?”

“yes.”

“Don’t you think that’s too shameless?”

Shailene narrowed her eyes faintly. Gwen, who needed her to repay her debt, spoke sharply.

“You are the child born after killing the princess of this house. If it weren’t for you, your mother wouldn’t have died.”

“… … .”

“Wouldn’t the people of the Duke’s household resent you for something like that? Even if you don’t show it now, it will eventually surface as time goes by.”

“… … .”

“Shailene, please don’t get me wrong. No one in this world wants you. Even the Duke of Diat accepted you because he wanted to save face. He must be praying for you to disappear as soon as possible.”

A vicious, snake-like voice rippled through Shailene’s eardrums.

It brings up the pain and sadness of childhood when no one loved him.

Shailene grimaced at the memory of her head being forced into her.

“ah…….”

Gwen smiled wickedly at the sight.

No matter how much you struggle and kick, you are still Shailene Charophey.

Who would be crazy to like someone like you?

Gwen’s eyes glowed cruelly as she regained her confidence.

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It was by chance that Carl, who was leisurely strolling behind the mansion, ran into Paul.

Paul, who had thought it was Dane’s friend after seeing his leisurely gait and back view from afar, became serious after checking him closely.

“Are you slacking off again?”

“ah.”

“How many times do I have to tell you? If you have nothing to do, just go and train.”

Karl closed his eyes tightly and sighed as he listened to the pouring complaints.

“Okay, then stop.”

“You really treat people so naturally. I’m afraid you’ll make a mistake in front of other people if you keep doing this.”

“Don’t worry too much, butler.”

Paul narrowed his eyes at the unflattering answer.

“That won’t work. Be polite to me from now on. That way it won’t stick.”

“There is no need to do that… … .”

“Tseuup, from now on, please add ‘dana kka’ at the end of your words.”

Paul gave him a stern look, as if he was scolding his seven-year-old grandson.

Surprisingly, Karl nodded obediently.

“Okay, I understand.”

“… … ?”

“What’s the problem?”

“… … Are you rebelling now?”

“No way.”

It’s not exactly rebellion, it’s just a little teasing.

It’s not easy to use polite language towards people who aren’t nobles.

Carl, whose expression was expressionless and showed no sign of joking, spoke to the bewildered Paul.

“Then I guess I’ll go and see the owner.”

“… … .”

Paul was so shocked that he forgot to tell Shailene that he was currently entertaining guests.

Carl, who entered the main building leisurely, found Deborah suspiciously loitering around the living room.

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Why are you acting like a thief?

Carl, not paying much attention to her, passed her by and tried to go to Shailene’s room.

“Wait a minute, over there.”

But Deborah also noticed his presence and was forced to stop walking.

“Yeah, black hair.”

“… … .”

“Are you one of Sister Shailene’s knights?”

Deborah gestured for him to come over. Carl stood tall and responded stiffly.

“I’m busy right now, I have to go see my master.”

“Your master is inside.”

A slender finger pointed to the reception room.

Then I should go.

Deborah crossed her arms and spoke glumly as Karl, whose attitude had changed in an instant, approached her briskly.

“I came to say hello because my sister’s mom and younger sibling came… … . The conversation going back and forth is a bit strange.”

Her expression was dark as she had come with good intentions but overheard some unpleasant stories.

“I’m worried, so you guard this area, and if anything happens, protect my sister. I have to bring my grandfather.”

“All right.”

Deborah ran to call an adult.

Carl, left alone, silently listened to the words flowing out through the crack in the door.

“There’s another misunderstanding, Mother. I don’t think I can become a real family with the people of the Duke of Diat either.”

Shailene’s voice sounded sharp, yet calm as usual.

“It doesn’t matter if I’m not loved. I’m used to it anyway.”

“Lies, you’re a kid who’s crazy about being loved. You’re a kid who’s so afraid of being hated that you can’t even squeak… …!”

“That was the case. Not anymore. Whether someone likes me or hates me, I am more important.”

“So you’re going to stay in this house that doesn’t even want you? I can’t allow that!”

“Why, do you want me to marry off to some rich old nobleman?”

Carl opened the door gap a little wider and peeked inside.

Shailene was seen twisting her lips into a smile at the strange women.

“Just let Janice get married, Mother. She’s your own daughter.”

“Shut up! How dare you… … to Janice!”

“Don’t you dare do that to me. I’m not the kind of person your mother should treat carelessly.”

Gwen’s face turned bright red, her shoulders trembled as she exhaled heavily.

‘I’m a little anxious.’

Carl raised one eyebrow and looked at Gwen.

The moment she grabbed the steaming cup of tea, Karl also moved his feet.

Chook―.

The hot tea sprinkled towards Shailene was blocked by Karl’s hand.

“knife!”

Shailene, startled by the sudden turn of events, jumped up from her seat.

Gwen, who had poured tea in anger, looked up at him with a bewildered face.

“What, what is this?”

“farmhand.”

Carl answered calmly and looked at the mother and daughter with a cold gaze.

The count and his daughter flinched at the gaze that was sharper than a blade.

“Are you okay? Did you burn your hand? Look here!”

Shailene urgently checked the back of Carl’s hand. Seeing the slightly reddened skin made her feel angry.

She turned her head and glared at Gwen.

“Are you in your right mind? My servant got hurt because of you, Mother!”

“Oh, no, how badly were you hurt… … . Are you crazy? Why are you yelling at your mother like that!”

“Okay, get out now!”

“I can’t move an inch before I take you!”

Gwen, who had let go of her guard, raised her voice in excitement.

“How much hate would I get if I left a nuisance like you behind at the Diat Duke’s house? Even if you don’t like it, I’ll drag you along by force… …!”

That was when.

“Who is this nuisance?”

A deep voice resonated, filled with clear anger.

Shailene and the Countess looked back at the door at the same time.

There stood a handsome old man with white hair and a stern face.

“Who dares to crawl into the duke’s residence without permission and talk nonsense!”

“D, Diat Ball.”

Gwen flinched at the loud shout. Janice, terrified, hid behind her mother.

Bartholomew, who had been glaring at them, coldly passed them by and approached Shailene.

“… … Ahem, are you okay?”

Shailene nodded her head in bewilderment, surprised by his sudden appearance.

“I’ll clean up this place, so you go up and rest.”

“but…….”

“Oh, you can go and rest. I’ve been wanting to talk to Count Charophet for a while now.”

Bartholomew glanced at Gwen with narrowed eyes.

Gwen, feeling a sense of crisis, shook her head at Shailene, asking her to stop the Diat ball.

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