I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 12 Part 8

12. The Rough Emperor, the Anxious Grand Duke, and the Nobles Who Are Watching Them (8)

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“So, you remembered. What do you think we talked about?”

“Did you propose to him or something?”

“Who knows. You know it’s not the right time for that yet, right?”

“…You always manage to amuse me with your unpredictable actions. This time, I see. It seems like you’re planning to strike first before being struck.”

Suddenly, while softly whispering about a completely different topic, Edward’s body came even closer, leaving no space between them. His deep blue eyes intensely gazed into the mottled greenish-brown irises of Eve. Eve’s gaze remained as cold and indifferent as ever, as if looking at something worthless.

“But this isn’t exactly pleasing. It feels like you’re being ostracized.”

“By what?”

“Well, who knows? Maybe you have some talent for being a plaything?”

“Ha…! Do you even realize that those men were my plaything? Why, are you jealous? How pathetic.”

“… By the way, you mentioned meeting the chief wolf of Sidus, right? That man? Did you also spread your legs for him?”

“Please, that’s enough. Your words are going too far.”

Eve clicked her tongue, not denying the man’s accusation, and lightly grabbed his shoulder to push him away. She no longer had any intention of continuing the conversation on this topic.

“Until now, all I’ve yearned for is to see you grow. I’ve given you freedom out of mercy for a long time. Don’t you think you’ve enjoyed enough freedom? How about you stop acting recklessly here and there and come to me gradually.”

At the same time, Edward’s body enveloped Eve. She didn’t resist the weight that poured over her. She blinked a few times and then closed her eyes, and suddenly, she felt the soft sensation of a cushion behind her back.

A soft sensation of skin was transmitted through her thin skin, trailing along the area behind the ear and down to the nape of her neck. It felt as if a dog or cat was climbing onto her, sniffing her scent.

“It seems you’re just spouting whatever words come to mind.”

“I allowed you to learn the sword as you wished, and I let you meet that man for some playful flirting without reproach. But I can’t tolerate you harboring feelings for someone else. The only one you should hate and love is me.”

Edward lightly kissed the tender skin behind Eve’s neck and, without lifting his head, confidently whispered in a low voice just above her skin.

“I’m the one you hate the most.”

“….”

“So, you should love me the most.”

It sounded absurd. Eve responded with a ruthlessly cold smile at the corner of her lips. Without hesitation, she grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him towards her. His face came close, with no resistance, leaving only a hair’s breadth between their skin. Eve didn’t hide her fierce gaze but bared her teeth, growling at him fiercely.

“Don’t mess with me. I’ll decide whom to whip and how.”

“Haha.”

“If you want my attention, you should just strip naked and crawl on all fours like a dog, begging for it. But don’t expect me to treat you with any consideration.”

“Hmm, maybe you do have the qualities of a plaything. It’s not entirely unpleasant.”

‘Bark, go ahead, bark.’

As Edward looked down at Eve’s face with an amused smile, she made a bored expression. He released Eve’s hand, which he had been holding, and lightly patted her cheek near the nape of her neck. Ignoring the man who playfully kissed her neck, Eve seriously pondered why Edward seemed so sensitive to William’s presence.

No matter how much she thought about it, it seemed that the only ending she saw that was more or less in the form of love and had a child was the Archduke route. From the player’s perspective, it was a situation that could not help but suspect that it was Stockholm syndrome, but it seemed that it could look like a happy ending from a third party.

After contemplating for a moment, Eve decided to speak up to the man.

“… Do you think I loved him?”

“Well, you seemed happy with him.”

“Did it look like I was happy being trapped in a cage, forced to love him with my wings clipped? Are those eyes just decorations?”

“Even if you weren’t happy, it doesn’t matter. The fact remains that you accepted another man’s seed, bore him a child, and chose to remain by his side.”

“… Disgusting.”

“When you were by my side, you wanted to escape even if it meant sacrificing your life. It was unfair. He should experience the pain of having something taken away from him too.”

“You scum.”

“That’s why I did it. I had no choice but to kill him. Both you and that bastard.”

As Eve listened to the calm confession, her eyes trembled slightly. She had thought the game’s ending was over, but it seemed that the story continued even beyond that. The Happy Ending of the Archduke’s route concluded with Eve giving birth to a girl with dark-colored hair resembling William.

So, according to what Eve knew, there was no place for Edward to intervene in that route.

She needed more information. Eve was gradually losing her certainty that this world was made up of data consisting of zeros and ones. She needed to dig deeper into the stories that Edward knew about this world.

“Did you do that?”

“Right after you died, the clock hands turned back, so I couldn’t see his grieving face.”

“Why?”

“I told you.  It’s not fair that I’m the only one who has lost something.”

“… The child is innocent.”

“If being born from your womb is a sin, is it a sin? Didn’t you kill my child, too? So it is only fair that I do so.”

Frowning, Eve tried to recall the plot of the game. Was there a route where ?Eve? killed the child born between her and Edward? No, did that child even exist in the first place?

There was no route she didn’t know. The fact that this man’s ?memories? might extend beyond Eve’s awareness sent a chilling sensation down her spine. Trying to act nonchalant, Eve pretended to understand the man’s words and retorted.

“Me? You must be joking. How could I have killed anyone?”

“You left. You abandoned the child and me, even your body.”

The man kept insisting that Eve ?left?. She felt anxious, as if something was being hinted at, but she tried to hide her feelings by composing her expression. Then, with a casual air, she coldly snapped back.

“… So, what do you want?”

“Enough wandering, come to me. Haven’t you enjoyed freedom to the fullest? I will bestow upon you all the splendor and glory that exist.”

“Well, what’s the use of someone else’s bestowed glory? In the end, it’s not truly my power. Moreover, if you remember that time is repeating, you know you’re about to lose your power, right? Your head will be cut off. Why believe in such a man?”

“Hmm… Do you want the position of Empress? You may not remember this, as it was a long time ago, but I have been on the throne before. However, I soon gave up because it was not fun to be at the apex of power, as time kept repeating itself. But if you want, I will be the emperor. And I will ensure a place for you by my side.”

“Your understanding is lacking. What’s the use of receiving power from someone else? Borrowed power like that is nothing but an illusion. I refuse such things.”

“Haha. You’re wise.”

“If you want something, you must obtain it yourself. Whether it’s glory or power.”

Upon hearing Eve’s resolute refusal, Edward’s pupils briefly glinted with a hint of green and sparkled in a bluish hue. Amidst his gentle laughter, malice and greed overflowed, dripping like a viscous stream.

Eve softly traced her fingers over the long neck of the man who willingly mounted her. He wanted it so, and she had no choice but to seize and shake. Thus, she would pull him down to the floor and thrust him into the window sill until he begged for mercy. Eve was confident that she could make the man throw his naked body into the fire with joy.

“If necessary, even by cutting this neck.”

Baring her teeth and growling softly, there was no trace of fear or terror in Eve’s demeanor. Edward noticed that her long fingers, tracing the flesh beneath his jaw and neck, were gradually tightening around his windpipe. Despite the slowly constricting pressure, the man’s expression revealed only a proud smile.

“You don’t like this, and you don’t like that… What on earth must I offer to make you, so lovely, completely mine?”

“You really don’t listen to a word people say, you lunatic.”

“I want to swallow you whole, from head to toe. I’ve never tasted human flesh before, but with you, it’s sure to be sweet and fragrant.”

She and the man were not on the same wavelength that communication became impossible. However, a mere adult man mounting her and revealing his desires wouldn’t pose a threat.

Because Eve was no longer the ?Eve? he knew. She was not the timid and fragile prey, easily swayed and oppressed by men, anymore.