The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 74



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He just looked out the window as if he had never helped me, so I pointed him out and greeted him again.

“Thank you, Your Highness. Thanks to you, Calciard’s objection was overcome and I was able to proudly receive the Golden Rose.”

“… … Ahem.”

The Duke rubbed the back of his neck with an awkward expression and said.

“But don’t expect too much. Since there is no clear evidence, it is likely that Calciard will not be held accountable and the case will end in silence.”

“That’s why Calciad also backed down just now. They gave in, so they’re asking us to do the same.”

Diat Gong added in a displeased voice. He also glanced at me with an apologetic expression.

But I didn’t care. I had expected it to some extent anyway, and what I wanted came true.

“It’s okay. I’m just satisfied that I’ve become the rightful queen.”

“… … Well then, that’s fortunate.”

The Duke nodded with a strangely bitter smile.

Deborah, sitting next to me, said as if a thought had suddenly occurred to her.

“Oh, right! I heard that your sister did something great. She said that she ran around here and there to find the truth and even found the culprit. Right, oppa?”

“Oh, that’s right. He did all the research on our behalf and even contacted the Imperial Palace. What was the name of the driver, Shailene?”

Dane asked with sparkling eyes, seemingly curious about the knife.

“It’s a knife.”

“Oh, just the name alone makes me think he’d be good at handling a sword. Tell him to come over to the training grounds later.”

“okay.”

He nodded and decided to go and meet Carl first.

However, I failed to see it right away because the sword was not in the duke’s office.

He came home late at night without saying a word. I opened my eyes wide as I stood guard in front of the servants’ quarters.

“Oh my, in this dangerous world, if someone kidnapped you, why would you come home so late?”

“……master?”

Carl opened his eyes in surprise, not knowing I was waiting, and then snickered.

“Why did you kidnap me?”

“Because he’s cute and capable, you want him?”

“I wish you would leave out the previous words.”

“I don’t like it.”

As I answered him coolly, carrying my backpack on my back, Karl shook his head as if he was dumbfounded.

We naturally moved to the back of the accommodation.

There were small lights and benches, making it ideal for conversation.

“So, how did things go today?”

Carl, who had taken off his outer garment and laid it on the chair, immediately asked. I answered proudly, puffing out my chest.

“He’s your master, so of course you won.”

“Did you dance well with Matapju?”

“According to those who watched, we had a blast.”

When I spoke with a bit of a leap of faith, his face became strangely hard.

Carl turned his head and stared at me intently as he asked casually.

“How is the owner?”

“what?”

“Of all the dancers you’ve danced with so far… was Matapju the best?”

I folded my arms and thought seriously about those words.

There were four impressive dance partners of mine.

Dane, Crown Prince, Matapju, Karl.

First of all, Dane’s dancing skills were similar to mine, so it was hard to judge whether he was good or bad.

The crown prince led me steadily, but it wasn’t very fun.

The two of them were the most stable because they complemented each other’s mistakes and worked well together.

Actually, this was largely thanks to the crazy dance practice I had done with the sword before.

‘While dancing, the thing that made me feel the most manly was Karl… … .’

I was about to glance at him, but he happened to be looking at me too, so our eyes met.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“… … Ahem! Actually, dancing with you was the best and most enjoyable for me.”

“That’s a given.”

Contrary to his blunt answer, the corners of Karl’s mouth were twitching.

You cute, dishonest kid.

“But His Highness the Crown Prince and Lord Matap weren’t bad either. I would like to do it again if I get the chance.”

“… … What was it about those people that I liked so much?”

“You both have blonde hair.”

Even on one side, my male protagonist is TtangTtangTtang, and on the other side, he is a candidate.

I couldn’t help but like it from the start.

The sword stared at me with a strange look and then opened its mouth.

“If you could dance with only one of those people or me, who would you choose?”

“Them.”

“under…….”

Carl let out a hollow laugh, as if his pride had been hurt by the thoughtless answer.

Sorry, I can’t help it if the other person is the male lead.

“That blonde… … is really going too far.”

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Carl muttered softly as he washed his face dry.

After a while, he got up and held out his hand to me.

“I’ll take you to your room. You can go back and rest.”

“Oh, wait a minute. I just came to say thank you.”

He stood up, holding the hand, and looked straight at the sword.

“I heard you worked hard to uncover what the Duke of Calciard did for me. Thank you.”

“… … .”

A complex array of emotions passed over Carl’s face that I found difficult to read.

He answered in a very small voice.

“It can’t be said that it’s only for the master.”

“Huh? What did you say?”

“… … No. I just think I did my duty as a servant. But you must be tired.”

Carl made a gesture as if asking if he should slightly open his arms and hug her.

I nodded quickly. I was too tired to bother walking to my room.

Instead, I asked her to drop me off in the hallway instead of in front of my room because I was afraid I would get in trouble if Mandy caught me.

The sword lifted me up in a flash and carried me along more steadily than a carriage.

This is it, this is it.

“Good night, Carl. Sweet dreams.”

“The owner too.”

He watched me enter the room and then turned around.

For a moment, I thought he was a man who had given up on his girlfriend, but then he disappeared.

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The next day.

As I opened my eyes with a refreshed look, the system window was sparkling in front of me since morning.

【Fifth Mission Clear!

Wow! As expected of a female protagonist!

Oh man, you’ve totally turned the social world upside down. (ﾉ›_‹)ﾉ

Congratulations on becoming a socialite queen!

As a reward for this, the favorability ratings of many of the male protagonists who were watching you increased♥】

“Yay!”

I was lying down and reading the system window, and I couldn’t contain my joy and jumped up.

【And I’ll also give you a hint about the male protagonist.

Hint: One of the male protagonists hates grape juice so much that he will never even touch it.】

Hmm, so there’s a male protagonist who hates grape juice?

I thought that if it’s to the point where it doesn’t even touch the lips, then there probably aren’t that many people who would fall for it.

‘You could also check whether they drink or not, especially at parties.’

So I guess I’ll have to attend a lot of parties from now on?

As I was coming to that conclusion, Mandy knocked on the door and came in.

“Are you awake, miss?”

“Yeah, good morning.”

“Young lady, there are many letters for you. Please check them after you wash and eat.”

“okay?”

I let Mandy’s words slide without giving them much thought.

But when I actually washed up and ate and checked the letters, I was shocked to see the pile of things.

“What, what is it… … ?”

“You’ve become a socialite. You’ve been receiving a lot of invitations to parties from various families.”

“and.”

Is this the taste of a socialite queen?

I frowned as I flipped through the letters, dumbfounded.

“Oh my, there’s trash mixed in here?”

He lifted the two letters with his index fingers as if he was touching something dirty and held them out to Mandy.

“Huh? No way… … Oh my, this is really trash!”

Mandy smiled when she saw that the letter was from the count and his daughter, and stuffed it into her pocket.

“I’m sorry, Miss. There were so many letters that I couldn’t filter out the impure seeds.”

“It’s okay, that could be the case.”

The obsession and persistence of the count and his daughter, who still could not let go of their foolishness and sent me letters, was incredible.

I looked over the letters again and became lost in thought.

You can’t go to all these parties, so you have to pick the best ones you can.

‘Can someone tell me where a good place is…?’

There was.

He was none other than Rain. He ran a costume shop and was quite socially savvy.

“The Marchioness Perry is famous for her matchmaking. I heard that many young nobles attend her parties. Also, Countess McCall has a wide network of connections and is connected to many people, and Viscountess Neilson… … .”

Lane sorted the invitations into two groups. On the right were places to go, and on the left were places he didn’t need to go.

Most of the letters were processed on the left, leaving only about five or six on the right.

“You said you were looking for a husband, young lady? Then I would recommend Madame Perry’s party as your first choice.”

“Thank you, Rain. Then I will be the first to respond to the Marchioness’s letter.”

Following Lane’s advice, he announced his intention to attend the party hosted by Marquis Perry.

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