I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 147

Episode 147

Ceteran, who had been pondering to give an appropriate answer, realized that there was no reason to tell Min-joo.

It wasn’t necessary to tell his story to Min-joo, who was at best just a prophet.

He seemed excited at the first sympathy he received.

Nelsie’s words, often emphasized, came to mind again.

‘Control your emotions. Revealing your inner self is the same as showing weakness.’

Yes, it was because his supposedly dead mother had returned that he was so agitated. There was no need to be swayed.

Ceteran sighed and sipped his tea.

It wasn’t bad tasting, but it was clear that making tea wasn’t her forte.

“I don’t know why I should talk. Now that I’ve calmed down, I’ll leave. There’s much to do.”

Emptying his cup, Ceteran tossed and turned in his seat to get up.

Suddenly, Vehen grabbed Ceteran and pulled him back.

“Please, sit down.”

Vehen faced Ceteran with his usual expressionless face.

Ceteran thought Vehen’s attitude was anger towards himself for interrupting the conversation with Min-joo and trying to leave.

He also felt betrayed and harbored an ugly resentment towards Vehen. But he was greatly relieved that Vehen had rushed to comfort him in his emotionally disturbed state.

But there was a sense of unnecessary discomfort in realizing that Min-joo was Vehen’s priority.

“What nonsense. If there’s suspicion of abuse, how can I just stand by?”

Vehen stiffened his face as if he couldn’t understand such Ceteran.

With a bewildered look and no room for misunderstanding, Ceteran stood awkwardly.

“I realize that I have been indifferent to you, and I have not been a good friend. So I want to do something this time. Your Highness, have you been abused by Her Majesty? Is there something I don’t know about?”

There was concern in his firm questioning face.

Because Vehen was so stoic and rarely showed any change in expression, unless one paid attention, they wouldn’t notice.

And Ceteran always paid attention to Vehen. Because he was a close friend. A precious friend.

He’s an affectionate person. Ceteran liked the affection he could feel from Vehen’s indifferent attitude.

While considering Vehen as a close person, he didn’t interfere and respected their friendship.

So when Vehen seemed to cross the line and interfere, it didn’t feel bad.

“I’m asking what Aunt has done.”

Rather, he liked it. The concern and affection born from clear worries and friendship were sweet.

Ceteran looked down at the hand Vehen held.

“…What would happen if I told you what she did?”

“She’ll be prosecuted for abusing the crown prince. At the very least, she’ll be distanced by being expelled from the palace so she can’t cause any harm to you.”

Vehen was someone who could do that. He had the power to do so, and if he wished, he could blame Nelsie and imprison her for him.

Of course, it would be when Ceteran wished for it.

Ceteran was well aware of this fact. If he didn’t want it, Vehen wouldn’t do anything.

He didn’t think he had been abused by his mother. Instead, he felt he had disappointed her and acted pitifully.

Furthermore, turning his back on his mother and driving her to prison was not the act of a dutiful son.

“…I don’t want that. I, I… haven’t been abused.”

There was discomfort in his hesitant words. Ceteran couldn’t continue speaking as his throat tightened.

Vehen couldn’t hold Ceteran any longer. He couldn’t intervene when Ceteran said so.

After watching silently, Min-joo put down her tea.

“Your Highness. Please remember my words. You’re a good person. Really.”

Vulnerable and unstable, but wasn’t everyone like that?

Those who ruined their lives by arrogantly engaging in actions that were different from others, those who sacrificed their lives for their sons only to regret it and come back, Vehen, Min-joo, everyone.

Because people are unstable.

When Min-joo smiled with narrowed eyes, Ceteran laughed helplessly.

“How do you think I’ve been as a ruler?”

“…So far, from what you’ve done, you’ve been a tyrant, but it could change depending on what you do next.”

There might be records of a tyrant manipulated by Marquess Trimidri, but there was plenty of time left.

“Or perhaps even sharing power…”

“Min-joo.”

Vehen stopped Min-joo from bringing up the topic of revolution sneakily.

It seemed it wasn’t a good time to slightly touch on the topic.

Min-joo respected Vehen’s opinion and closed her mouth, but she smirked slightly.

“Your Highness, push through with determination. You can do it. Since you’ve reconciled with Vehen, you can also receive help. I’ll help you.”

“How amusing. Alright, DeVirté was originally my person.”

It seemed their relationship had been restored.

Min-joo was glad that more than anything else, the two long-time friends could maintain their friendship.

It was amusing for Min-joo to interfere in their friendship due to misunderstandings born from their friendship.

However, she was concerned because the fight had started because of something she had done.

“Please also pass on my news to Neriant.”

“…If possible, I’ll try to reconcile our marriage a bit. We rarely meet me, and it’s unclear if she’s upset…”

It was the same Ceteran as before. He was nervous and hesitant while being slightly irritated.

Min-joo laughed heartily, straightened her skirt, and stood up.

“If you’re upset, you’re upset, if you’re happy, you’re happy. It’s important, to be honest so there are no misunderstandings. Neriant also likes honesty, right? You can do it, it’s not difficult, to be honest.”

Ceteran’s pupils flickered.

He opened and clenched his fist. Veins bulged on the back of his hand.

“…Yes, yes, that’s right. I’ll do that.”

With a gentle smile, Ceteran straightened himself up and stood up.

He had seemed deflated, but now he looked somewhat refreshed. There was a warm atmosphere in his smile, like sunshine.

Even if Min-joo and Vehen interfered, nothing would change if Ceteran had no will to change.

Still, she wanted to hope. Even if it was fake, she wanted to see the growth of the male protagonist.

Ceteran coughed and straightened his clothes.

“…Come later. DeVirté.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“And you, wanderer.”

Ceteran arrogantly gestured as before and left his seat.

“When was I ever called wanderer?”

“This time, the visit wasn’t bad. I’ll give you time to set foot in the palace when Lady Velirian calls.”

It’s thanks, expressed in such a roundabout way.

Min-joo couldn’t understand why Neriant found Ceteran cute. Her tastes were unique.

Ceteran left the lounge with a brighter demeanor than before.

Behind the closed door, there was the sound of many people moving. Perhaps the knights were also moving along with Ceteran.

Min-joo sighed and subtly moved to the seat next to Vehen.

“Not a bad visit, wanderer.”

Vehen playfully muttered as he pulled Min-joo’s shoulder.

Min-joo felt embarrassed and pushed Vehen away, but the more she did, the more Vehen stuck to her like a sticky rice cake.

“Why are you like this, seriously? This is outside.”

“But this is indoors? You can’t see it because you’re a wanderer.”

“This isn’t a house. You, human.”

As Min-joo stretched Vehen’s cheek, it stretched like taffy. How could someone’s cheek be like this?

A surprised Min-joo cautiously pulled Vehen’s cheek while holding onto his waist.

“What kind of taffy are you? Oh, the waist doesn’t stretch.”

“Because this is outside.”

Following Min-joo’s words, Vehen released Min-joo’s hand that was holding his waist, sarcastically.

Unlike the cheek, the waist was firm. Feeling awkward, Min-joo let go of his hand, and Vehen grabbed Min-joo’s hand and pulled her closer.

“Shall we go home and finish this?”

“Pervy potato.”

“You can’t kiss a potato.”

“Can you?”

“Try it.”

Vehen closed his eyes and leaned in.

Looking at Vehen’s face up close, it felt like waiting for the master like a large dog.

His tidy face, thick eyebrows, and neat features resembled a wolf or a Doberman.

“Your eyelashes are surprisingly long.”

Min-joo casually touched Vehen’s eyes with her fingers.

Her fingers touched the long eyelashes and felt ticklish. Above them were thick double eyelids and dark eyebrows.

Every feature was lovely, and if she could, she wanted to kiss every part and whisper love if possible.

Vehen pulled Min-joo’s wrist and kissed her finger. It felt similar to when he tempted her to date, making her spine tingle.

“Am I teasing you?”

“What nonsense. It’s just long.”

His half-closed emerald eyes were refreshing. It felt like standing in the middle of a spring field.

With the warm temperature of spring, the blue sky, and the vast expanse of greenery, receiving his affection poured out alone.

If he’s spring, then she must be a flower.

He’ll rain for her, melt the earth, and shine sunlight just for her.

Because that’s love. Pouring everything you have and let someone bloom.

She loves it so much she can’t bear it.

“You’re beautiful, Vehen. There’s no place that’s not beautiful.”

Min-joo cleared her throat and kissed Vehen. The soft touch touched her lips and soon fell away.

Vehen wrapped his arms around Min-joo’s cheek with a warm smile like the spring sun.

“You too. There’s no place that’s not beautiful on you. Always, to me.”

“It’s ticklish.”

“You started it first.”

Their lips met again. What went deep was soft, warm, and affectionate.

* * *

Permette was getting tired of performing tasks that no one would appreciate.

Min-joo acknowledged, understood, and looked into him, but he didn’t become part of “her.”

It couldn’t happen. Min-joo is “Vehen” and “Min-joo.” They have already become each other’s part.

When Min-joo returned, he understood by seeing Min-joo and Vehen embracing each other.

‘They have already become each other.’

It became a relationship that he couldn’t interfere with, and therefore couldn’t become.

It was frustrating, annoying, and resentful. He was so angry that he couldn’t stand it.

Even though he pretended to be nonchalant and pretended to be careless, it was inevitable that he returned to the mansion and turned the basement into a mess.

‘Yeah, it was inevitable. Being angry, feeling sad.’

Are people this complicated and messy?

Are anger and sadness tormenting each other in succession?

Feeling sad every time he lies on his bed and looks at the night sky, drawing Min-joo, not wanting to see her face but suddenly missing her and getting angry.

People are really unpredictable. If he were a tool, he wouldn’t be swayed by such emotions and wouldn’t get hurt.

‘Min-joo, you made me a person. I wanted to become a person because of you.’

He felt resentful too. He fell in love with Min-joo and became greedy, but in the end, he couldn’t get what he wanted, and it was pathetic.

What will he want? If he couldn’t get what he desperately wanted, would he become more greedy now? Or will he lose his greed?

Permette was scared and couldn’t do anything. He became a coward. He was afraid of losing even though he had nothing.

“Master, a letter has arrived. You should check it urgently.”

Maybin handed the letter and tried to step back. Permette was the one who grabbed her.

“Maybin.”

“Yes, Master.”

“What do people do… when they give up what they want?”

It was an unknown question. Maybin still tilted her head to answer her master’s question.

“They find other goals. At least that’s what I do.”

“Yeah. Go ahead.”

Maybin bowed her head and stepped back. With the sound of the door closing, Permette sat down on the chair and checked the letter.

Another goal, is there such a thing? If there wasn’t one from the beginning, the sense of loss would have been so painful that he would rather turn back time.

Permette roughly tore open the letter and checked its contents.

It was an intimate request from the Empress, hoping to see Permette’s face.

And Permette realized as she read the letter.

‘The person who has been giving me notes continuously.’

It was the Empress.