I Don't Want the Obsession of a Twisted Archduke Chapter 64

I mean, I was still surprised.

The fact that Geppel, who had always spoken like a child, gave me a divine blessing as the High Priest.

It was not because I was the Spencer family's eldest daughter, Kyle Romani's wife, or the Archduchess, it was for the fact that he called me a “lady”.

It sounds like a phrase that recognized the person I am, and it sounded like acknowledging the person I really was, that girl from South Korea Han Suyeon, not Riddel Spencer.

Geppel, who subsequently finished the ceremony, said again.

“And Riddel. Think carefully about what I said yesterday again. I mean. It's valid for the rest of your life.”

“… What do you mean? Was there anything else that Geppel told you?”

Kyle eventually stepped up to Geppel's meaningful remarks.

“It's nothing.”

I answered neatly with an innocent and transparent look, but Kyle didn't seem to believe it. In the end, I was pestered by Kyle the whole way back.

Ah! Really.

'A dragon that goes wild and persistent every time something happens.'

It was a real pain in the ass. There was no way I was going anywhere else, because I wanted to be by Kyle's side.

 

*** Geppel ***

Riddel and Kyle.

Right after sending those two people away, Geppel, who was back in his office, recalled yesterday's conversation with Kyle as he worked through the pile of work.

Geppel told Kyle, serving him the worst tasteless tea in the temple.

“ – 20 times, the Second Library is a sacred place with the most valuable texts in the temple, and the repair fee will be 20 times higher.”

“ – Yeah.”

“ – My poor head, the price of snacks to relax my mind and body. I'm a generous man, so this will only be 100 million gold.”

“ – I get it.”

“ – Also, some of the priests have fallen because you scared them, so I'll ask for compensation for mental damage.”

“ – I will.”

Geppel ripped Kyle's money off almost to the level of a robbery, but Kyle accepted without a hitch.

'Oh, this is quite savory.'

Since then, Geppel, who has been extorting money for various reasons, hinted as if he was trying to get to the point.

“ – Rid…”

“ – I told you not to call her by her name.”

“ – … I asked her to come to the temple.”

Clink.

The handle of Kyle's teacup broke.

As if he expected it, Geppel continued without hesitation.

“ – Her talent is too good for the Great Duchy. So, I tried to take her with me.”

Bang!

Kyle hit his fist unconsciously, breaking the table in front of him in pieces.

Kyle opened his mouth with a very uncomfortable look.

“ – So, you're going to take Riddel to heal people for the rest of her life…”

“ – The Eastern snacks she recommended are really delicious. She must know a lot of snacks I don't know yet. I still don't know how many more delicious snacks there are out there.”

Was it that way?

Kyle seemed unwilling to hide his pathetic look at Geppel. He recited Geppel with a smirk.

“ -But she said she would stay with me.”

“ -… What?”

“ – I was going to convince her, but she didn't even give me a chance and said firmly that she would be by my side.”

“ – …”

Funnily enough, the fierce air surrounding Kyle until just a moment ago became infinitely meek as soon as he heard it.

“ – Oh, now that the teacups and tables you've broken have been handed down from generation to generation, I'll charge you 30 times the cost of vandalism.”

“ -… I will.”

Geppel's words were a complete lie.

The teacups and tables were bought at the market. Thanks to Kyle, who was humble and merciful because of Riddel, Geppel would be able to have his fill of snacks at the festival.

While Geppel had heard about Riddel before.

Riddel Spencer.

Hanging on to the words of a playboy, Doman Woodhill. A boring woman who had nothing to see but her face.

Social reputation was simply the worst.

Although rumors had changed recently. Geppel didn't pay any attention to them, it was not of particular interest to him.

Such a lame woman was actually a gemstone that would shine more than anyone else. No, she was already a diamond.

'That's too bad.'

It was a lie to say that Riddel wasn't someone to be greedy. People's minds were not forced to do so.

Besides, now…

'Riddel seems to be the true purification of that damn blue dragon, so I must look forward to the day the curse is lifted.'

Until then, Geppel thought he would concede for a while.

Knock knock.

Someone came to Geppel's office. It was Lantes.

Geppel opened his eyes bleakly, pretending to be working hard as soon as Lantes came in.

“Lantes, what are you doing here? Did you come to help me with my work because you were impressed by me?”

Lantes replied naturally to Geppel's absurd remarks.

“What are you talking about? You have to do your own work.”

Sheesh. Geppel clicked his tongue as if he was disappointed, while Lantes pretended not to see his actions and brought up the words he had in mind.

“… More than that, I have something to say.”

“What? I'm busy.”

Geppel spoke in a sulky tone, but Lantes ignored Geppel once more and reported.

“That's what the investigation team found, but…”

A shadow fell on Geppel's face as he listened to Lantes report the findings on the investigation team. He couldn't even guess what the hell was going to happen now.

Yeah, not yet.

 

*** Elvin ***

Elvin, the de facto second-in-command of the Great Duchy and aide to Duke Kyle Romani, now residing in the Spencer's Estate and reigned as a king. He didn't expect this kind of behavior from the Viscount's employees.

From the day Kyle visited, everyone belonging to the Estate crawled up to him. They were so afraid of Elvin that they couldn't even breathe in his presence.

Nonetheless, his days at Spencer's were monotonous.

Among his duties, the most important of these was visiting Viscount Spencer at a set time each day.

It wasn't grandiose. It was just to make sure that he was still clinging to life.

As Elvin went to visit Spencer as usual, he looked down on the Viscount.

'… Still alive.'

The drawing room still contained the disastrous traces of Kyle's visit.

The same was true of the Viscount, who was lying on the edge of death.

'With that much left, his broken self is already out of reach.'

Other than Geppel Luna, who was called the living miracle of the continent, High Priest of Arcane, who would be able?

'Except for Geppel, there is no greater force who can fix that condition.'

Elvin felt a deep hatred for the lying body in front of him.

“Even though the owner of the family has come to this point, no one is coming forward…”

Elvin muttered to himself.

It was as it was said.

None of the employees had secretly brought food to their Viscount, much less his family was turning a blind eye to him.

They were just terrified they would bring the resentment and hatred of Kyle Romani.

'I purposely went to see them at the same time to give them a break. Pathetic things.'

Elvin chewed the curse words in his mind.

Elvin, who swore allegiance to Kyle all his life, thought their actions became absurd. While gazing at his work.

The Viscount had been starving for days and was not very well, leaving only bones and skin in a short time.

Elvin took out the water bottle from his waist and gulped it down.

He drank it out loud on purpose, so that Spencer could hear it.

“Shut… Hmm…”

The effect was outstanding.

As if responding, the Viscount began to raise a hoarse voice. Elvin laughed out loud, then he asked him.

“Do you want a drink?”

“Sh…Hmm…”

To Elvin, the sound of the Viscount sounded like a howl.

'I'm sure you are.'

It had been two weeks since the Viscount had a sip of water. The limit would have been long overdue, and yet he was alive, because of his strong desire for life.

Elvin judged the situation in front of him.

'Giving him water would violate orders, but you didn't ask me to kill him.'

He couldn't.

Elvin poured the remaining water on the head of Viscount Spencer mercilessly.

“Hmm… Shut up…”

The Viscount let out a moan mixed with screams. It was obvious as to why. The water Elvin poured was as cold as ice.

Elvin looked at the scene and said with sarcastic blue eyes.

“Thor Spencer. Remember this clearly. And you'd better not think about climbing out again.”

“…”

“However, if this happens again, I will rip you apart and kill you so that his Highness doesn't make any effort on your part.”

At the declaration that he would not leave a single drop of water left behind, the Viscount became as quiet as a mouse.

Leaving, Elvin left his own work in the drawing room.

Upon closer inspection, he was desperately licking the water that had fallen on the floor. He was utterly struggling to survive.

It was a thorough struggle to live.

In a situation where the Viscount mind was fading, he recalled only one thing. Chanting in his head “Riddel Spencer. Riddel Spencer… Riddel Spencer!”

The faint eyes of his were filled with a hideous life. Never in a million years did Riddel ever made the Viscount look this miserable.

Never. Never! The Viscount would never leave it like this. In order to do just that, he needed to call Doman Woodhill.

“Do… Hill…”

The Viscount lost consciousness.

Chapter end