Obey Me Chapter 13

Obey Me (13)

Gladios Vermont (1)

“I was told that you were heading to Elsus? It must be tiring to stay at such a place. Let us have you relax and recover in the middle of such a journey.”

Valencia Vermont suggested.

Kyrie and Nathaniel were now in the mansion of Marquis Vermont. The invitation on the messenger's hand had the handwriting of the Marquis, and Kyrie had no way of refusing.

'If my father was a monk, then the Prince of Vermont's was a beggar. I don't want to cross paths with him.'

(T/N: This line means that her father was like a person who is good at doing outwardly good things like a monk while Vermont is like a beggar who wants attention and love.)

Kyrie hid her inner thoughts and lifted her glass.

“Thank you for your hospitality, Marquis.”

“Hospitality, of course. A Buchanan is here, so it is only natural to do this much.”

The Marquis laughed heartily.

“It's rather sad, Ms Buchanan! How come you never thought of stopping by my estate to visit me?”

“I didn't think you would be here because it wasn't the main city.”

Kyrie responded coldly and politely. The Marquis fiddled with his short shaved beard.

“That's right. It's unusual for me to come here.”

“It sounds like you came here because of me.”

“Why not? Count Buchunan told me his daughter was on the way here, so I should take note.”

Damn that father.

“My father's worries should not concern you. You do not have to worry about it. I will be leaving soon.”

“You don't have to refuse! With such a lovely lady here, we should go view the flowers.”

“Flowers bloom in spring, Marquis. I think you have mistaken the season.”

(T/N: OMG SAVAGE)

(P/R: LMFAO YEAH SAVAGE)

“I can't be mistaken, my eyes feel pleasant.”

(T/N: Recovery 100)

The Marquis stifled a laugh. He raised his glass with surprisingly sharp eyes.

“By the way, are you really thinking of not introducing me to your silent companion, Miss Kyrie Buchanan?”

Of course, at the end of the gaze was Nathaniel who sat at the same table and had not said a word.

He didn't seem like the type to get along with others at all. His etiquette was excellent, and his courtesy exuded from head to toe

Maybe that's why the Marquis didn't kick him out. He seemed to be someone of high status.

“To think Miss Buchanan is going on a trip with a young man I don't know. Isn't this definitely something to live and see! Even Count Buchanan doesn't seem to know about this?”

It was a remark that mocked Kyrie in secret, and she wondered what Nathaniel thought about it.

Nathaniel swirled the wine in his glass around and paid no attention to the Marquis, let alone answer.

Instead, Kyrie opened her mouth.

“Are you curious about who he is? You will be surprised to know.”

“How fun would it be, at my age, you'll find everything boring. I think it's the young people that will feel shocked.”

“You're kidding. You're correct though.”

“No, no. I am merely an old man waiting for something new every morning.”

The Marquis stroked his mustache and shifted his interest to Nathaniel again.

“Look, even now, you're not saying a word…”

Kyrie smiled bitterly.

“He is very shy.”

“He doesn't look like a shy young man. I really want to know who he is. Don't tell me you're in the middle of your life, Miss Buchanan?”

The eyes of Kyrie and the Marquis of Vermont clashed sharply in the air. It was Kyrie who first smiled effortlessly.

“No way.”

“If so.”

He put down the cup he was holding.

“You don't have to be in a hurry. Gladios will be here soon.”

As soon as Gladios's name came out, Kyrie's smile had a small crack. She quickly gathered her composure and asked carefully.

“Is Gladios coming?”

“Yes. My son Gladios. Count Buchanan recommended that it would be nice to have a short meeting since you two are of the right age.”

“That's…. a good idea.”

Kyrie barely answered.

“But what should I do? I don't think I can stay long because I'm in a hurry.”

“You can't spare a day. Don't tell me you're going to refuse this old man's request, Miss Buchanan?”

Speaking skillfully, the Marquis of Vermont gazed at Kyrie.

His eyes were saying that he would not allow refusal. Behaving like a snake, the Marquis of Vermont was basically stubborn.

Vermont's characteristic was that they would go beyond common sense if you didn't do what they wanted.

'It's hard to avoid, but it'll be difficult if something happens here.'

Kyrie slowly skimmed her dress and got up from her seat.

“Rejection, Marquis. You're saying something I didn't think of. Rather, it'll be my pleasure, and as you have said, I will go back to my room now to relax.”

“Make sure you get some rest.”

The Marquis of Vermont's small eyes turned to Nathaniel, who rose along with Kyrie.

“You too.”

Nathaniel didn't answer.

With a smile like the moon on a winter night, he extended his arm to Kyrie. It was an understandable gesture, even if the Marquis was offended by the rudeness.

“Cough.”

However, the Marquis of Vermont only coughed once, showing signs of discomfort.

Kyrie realized again. Wild dogs cannot make a lion kneel.

(T/N: She realized that no matter how much a wild dog barks he cannot be superior/equal to a lion.)

She greeted him gracefully.

“Well, have a good night, Marquis.”

After leaving the dinner room, Kyrie led Nathaniel to a small guest garden before returning to her room.

“Can I talk to you? I have a problem. No, it hasn't happened yet, but I think it will happen soon.”

[Gladios Vermont.]

“That's correct.”

[It's an annoying and funny name.]

“Half right and half wrong. It's annoying, but it's not fun.”

[So.]

Nathaniel put both of his palms together. As he opened his hands, a black wand came out from his palms, as if it was magic.

Kyrie continued to speak calmly, even after seeing the amazing sight.

“He said that he will come tomorrow. And it seems that Lord Nathaniel cannot avoid attending. Whether it's a meal or tea time.”

She actually wanted Nathaniel to refuse.

[I'm not reluctant.]

She wished that he could do something with the magic that even cleared away the heavy snow. However, Nathaniel put a playful spirit on his thick lips.

[It's exciting.]

“Are you going to attend?”

[As a guest, of course I should.]

“The unidentified guest.”

[You know how to be sarcastic.]

Nathaniel laughed.

Kyrie lowered her eyes while holding her chin.

“May I ask you a favor?”

She had been with Nathaniel and realized something. If there was anything she can trust, it's only the manners of a nobleman in Nathaniel's body. In Kyrie's eyes, Nathaniel was a man who did not know morality but knew manners.

“The Young Lord, Gladios Vermont, may be disrespectful to Lord Nathaniel. But I will solve it, so please leave it to me.”

Nathaniel laughed happily.

[You're pretty confident.]

“As if there was none.”

(T/N: Meaning: she is being sarcastic about Nathaniel's words as if she was never confident in her actions, also she indirectly implies, that if not for that confidence she would never been able to keep him besides her)

[If there was any, it would last forever.] (T/N: He is also being sarcastic about her confidence that would last forever in future. I won't explain further coz I will end up giving spoilers)

Kyrie, who naturally exchanged proverbs among nobles, shrugged.

“Isn't it like that?”

[Right.]

Nathaniel's head tilted.

[I'm looking forward to it.]

'I am not looking forward to it at all.'

Kyrie muttered in her heart.

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Chapter end