I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 4 Part 4

04. The Secret Shop (4)

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As if sensing the disturbance that Eve had made, one of the men ran towards her direction. He whirled around, staring into the open street, as if he hadn’t realized that he was pinned to the wall of a building.

Eve, who was casually Glancing down at the furry ears poking out of his hat, jumped off the cramped railing just in time to see his ears twitching in the opposite direction of where she was.

The crude rope curled like a snare around the man’s neck as the beast’s ears snapped. The man grunted under the weight that fell on his neck and back in an instant. He flailed his arms wildly, but his hands were too short to grasp Eve, who dangled behind his back. For a moment, the man’s body jerked and twisted to and fro, and then he rolled over and passed out.

That attack wasn’t meant to be a kill, and it was only when he was about to pass out that Eve loosened the ropes that held his breath and let him breathe again. Suddenly she sensed someone coming their way, creeping toward them.

Without a second thought, Eve stomped the ground in time and swung her foot, aiming for the head of the man walking around the alley.

Thud. There was a crude sound after the blow which didn’t sound like human flesh colliding against human flesh.

‘It was Blocked.’

As soon as Eve realized that her attack had come to naught, she quickly twisted in midair, closing the distance between them. Her eyes immediately widened in surprise.

“Ugh.”

It wasn’t the thug like man who dodged her attack, but a pale stranger with long navy blue hair that resembled the night sky. His eyes widened a bit in surprise, and he looked at the thug on the ground then to the rope in Eve’s hands, then back again, as if he’d figured out what had happened.

“Did you throw that rock earlier…?”

“Yes… I don’t think I had to, though.”

“No, thank you. No….I mean… Thanks. Well.”

He smoothed back his slightly disheveled hair and laughed softly, then stuttered as if he’d broken down somewhere along the way.

‘What, thank you, and besides, William is laughing? Did he really just laugh?’

She had just witnessed a great event. Eve was bewildered by the lanky man’s aura. The William Hugh Lancaster she remembered did not speak in such a soft voice, nor did he smile so coyly. In the game, the Archduke always had an icy demeanor, his pure white face set in a hard line that sent a chill down everyone’s spine.

‘Doppelgangers? I heard there are three people in the world who look exactly alike, is that true?’

Whether Eve panicked at the soft man’s character or not, William still laughed at her in embarrassment and tried to be friendly.

“I thought you had pretty good leg strength.”

“I’m just, uh, working on them a bit.”

“Hmmm…. You strangled him from behind with a rope, wait did you strangle him? That must have been from a different height ”

“Oh. I climbed up there and jumped.”

“Through a second-story window? I don’t see the angle… Isn’t it too narrow?”

“No, I grabbed the window sill first like this…”

Eve calmly explained her movements to the puzzled man. He listened, while nodding his head, looking quite serious, and then continued.

“As expected. Isn’t it because of your petite body? Isn’t it?”

“Oh come on. If you’re going to say something, say it up, or if you’re going to stop in the middle, then just don’t, I’m getting confused.”

“Hahaha, I’m sorry, I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. I also need to improve my speech.”

“Anyway, it’s all about balance when you’re on a narrow ledge like this, and it has nothing to do with your size.”

Eve looked at William, who was muttering to himself that he was right. It was a very familiar feeling. It was as if she was looking at a foolish junior.

As Eve opened her mouth to ask him something, she heard urgent footsteps coming from the alley that led to the main street. Two men, one armed with a longsword and the other a brown-haired man with gold-rimmed spectacles. He immediately recognized William and drew nearer.

“My lord!”

“Cedric.”

“I thought I told you to keep your personal behavior to yourself.”

The slicked-back brown-haired man who called himself Cedric gritted his teeth and glared at William. He was ready to lash out at him if Eve hadn’t been there.

“Well, it happened already. I suppose we’ve met safely, anyway?”

“I… My Lord… Let’s go.”

The man smirked, with his downcast eyes curving gently at the corners, and didn’t look at all like the William Lancaster she’d seen in the game. Eve felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach.

“Thanks for the help. Do I need to repay the favor?”

“Uh, no. Never mind. I have an errand to run.”

Eve stalked away, her face deliberately stiffening in some sort of confusion. Maybe she was always that way, but as the game’s story progressed, she’d become the cold, detached person she knew she was.

Somehow, she felt like she had gotten off track. Eve left the alleyway and began to search for her way back, trying her best to keep her thoughts to herself.

She wandered the streets for a while, until she finally found the leather workshop. In the hard-to-find workshop, Eve put in a special production order, not only the paddle, which was her original purpose, but also the flogger whip, and a leather restraint that connects the wrist, neck, and collar.

The owner of the leather workshop bends his waist at a 90-degree angle to the wads of money thrown in front of him, promising to make all of it in the shortest amount of time possible, despite the highly questionable and somewhat obscene request.

Not only that, but he is very kind to Eve and her money. He even connected her with some workshops that make and sell the “Cute” items she was looking for.

Anyways. She was able to accomplish all of her goals for the day. All in all, it was a satisfying outing.

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The man sitting in the dark maroon wingback chair inside an office, while listening to a report, furrowed his brows at the words that came out of nowhere.

“Vermell?”

“Yes. I checked with the workshop she visited, and they said that she requested a package to be delivered to the Cales Estate, and the recipient is named Evelyn Vermell.”

“Hmmm… If it’s Vermell, then… It’s related to the one the crown prince was raising these days.”

“That’s right. He’s supposed to start working with them after he graduates from college. I was going to let it slide, but the last name Vermell stuck out to me, so I looked into it, and it’s definitely his family.”

“Does that mean that those who joined hands with the crown prince also made contact with the archduke?”

The man rubbed his chin in thought. No matter how much he racked his brains off, he couldn’t come up with anything that made sense.

The Vermells were a famous literary family. The current count of Cales was a penny-pinching fool, but his predecessor had been a man of great wisdom, who once served as the brains of the Emperor.

Alberic Vermell, the young count of Cales, had published three papers on the financial system at the age of 16. The family had a reputation for producing fools once in a while, but they were also known for producing schemers from generation to generation.

A woman who could beat the crap out of a man twice her size could hardly be out of place in the Vermell family.

“So there’s someone in the family with that much power? That’s got to make sense. Now, go get those bastards.”

“Got it.”

“Oh, and who are those assh–les Patron?”

“Philippa.”

“Kill them all once you’re done listening to their sh–t.”

“Yes, boss.”

Even the most marginal of collectors couldn’t spare an idiot who would bring the organization’s name into disrepute. This was more of a show of execution, a warning to the rest of the members, to make sure it was drilled into the brains of the other assh–les that there would be no forgiveness if they went out and made the organization a laughingstock with another stupid move.

“Did you ask someone for a portrait?”

“Yes. I’ve called in a painter and instructed him to draw the face based on what the witnesses and the workshop owner said.”

“Bring it up to me once you’re done. I want to see what kind of lady she is.”

A few slaps would probably have sent their groggy underling into a tailspin, but even that would have taken quite a bit of courage for a normal “Lady.” The red eyes of Basilio Luciano, the alpha of Sidus, glowed in the darkness.

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