The Villainess Captured The Grand Duke - Chapter 35

Chapter 35

Due to the harsh living conditions in the North, coupled with frequent monster invasions, people couldn’t live comfortably. It was not uncommon to hear stories of people dying from monster attacks in the Lord’s domain. Scheuer, with a subtly worried expression, asked, 

“How have the former Lords of the North fared?”

Currently, apart from Raygrain, there were no people from Blenga in the North. Considering the silence from Celly and other subjects, one could make an educated guess. “They’ve all resigned,” Raygrain replied.

Scheuer didn’t understand for a moment. 

“Did they lose their emotions?”

“It’s Blenga’s rule. If emotions are lost, and judgment becomes clouded, the time comes when one can no longer distinguish between good and evil.”

He spoke calmly, without a hint of disturbance in his tone. 

“In that case, you must go deep into the Northern mountains and end your life with the monsters.”

Scheuer couldn’t exhale the breath she had involuntarily held. The details were not clearly outlined in the book, and now she understood why he had to die like that. So, it was not death but resignation, a self-chosen death.

“Emotions are the only thing missing,” Scheuer protested.

“Instinctively, humans tend to seek what they lack,” 

he replied. Just as one seeks water when thirsty or craves sweet food under stress.

“Now that you’re becoming a member of Blenga, it’s good to know,” Raygrain continued. “What happens after that? If there’s a successor, it’s fortunate, but…”

“Usually, the Grand Duchess takes over. She serves as a temporary shield until the successor can safely wield the sword.”

Now that Celly and Peyton had mentioned succession, Scheuer could fully understand that someone who could wield the sword would have to become the dowager in the North. After making a profound statement, he looked at the astonished Scheuer and said, 

“It would be a good idea for you to learn about it now that you are part of Blenga.”

“You don’t need to worry. Thanks to you, emotions are returning, so we can maintain the situation and explore other alternatives besides Leilda and the sword.”

Is it fortunate?

Scheuer collapsed onto the bed, her body limp. She examined her hands. The constant practice during his absence for subjugation missions had significantly accelerated the blooming speed of flowers. Now, she could easily produce a decent flower in about two days. However, she still couldn’t create flowers without a seed, like Erina’s sword.

“There must be a way. I just don’t know what it is.”

Is continuous flower arranging the only way to find out?

With that thought, it seemed too vague. Scheuer took another turn and looked at him, asking, 

“When did you lose your emotions?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Then, during that time, what emotions did you have?”

Now proficiently signing with a new fountain pen, he said, 

“I don’t remember that either.”

“How can you not remember anything?”

He replied with an indifferent expression, 

“Mostly dulled and numbed, even the memories of what emotions I felt have become faint. The initial emotions are the oldest, so I only remember the situation at that time.”

“Ah.”

Although he confidently told Scheuer that it would be a lifetime for him, it sounded like the moment he became familiar with her.

No, she was confident that she would like him for a lifetime. It’s just that Raygrain is becoming increasingly insensitive to her. He looked at the gradually solidifying Scheuer and said, 

“You’re silent.”

“No, I was wondering when Your Grace goes to sleep.

“Go to bed first.”

“Why?”

“We still need to handle matters even when we’re in the Central.”

“Do you… not sleep?”

“My original sleep duration isn’t that long.”

Scheuer felt the moment she had been eagerly awaiting to crumble. It sounded like she might be able to step on the same path as Silcaro.

Because he was a person who rarely showed any signs of disorder, even when sleeping, he would open his eyes neatly…

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Yes, right now, he seemed like he would fall asleep with that dry gaze. The frightening part was that this wasn’t a joke; there was a rational suspicion that this might actually happen.

Scheuer frowned and said, 

“I’ve been living today just to see how you, Your Grace, sleep…”

“Why would you want to see that?”

“Because I haven’t seen it before.”

“So, why does that matter?”

Did there need to be a reason? People wanted to know because they liked it, and they wanted to know because they were curious even about trivial things. Scheuer clutched the pillow and tilted her head in disbelief.

This was an unthinkable situation. “Can you at least pretend to sleep?” she requested with a pleading look.

Raygrain burst into laughter, a mocking sound, and then surprisingly, he himself let out a laugh, briefly bewildered by the fact that he had made a laughing sound.

“Does that mean anything?”

“Uh, Scheuer is scared to sleep alone.”

“…”

“… I’m sorry.”

It backfired. She had no idea how to get him to sleep. Wasn’t it said that the golden chamomile blooming from the Nettri mansion’s sword was good for sleep? Now that he no longer produced flowers, she couldn’t obtain it. There was a flower in the garden that seemed to help with sleep, but she couldn’t remember its name. There were so many types that various flower shapes mixed in her mind.

Frustrated, she buried her face in the pillow.

“Your Grace, I hate you. You’ll turn crooked.”

“Cover properly.”

“Not that child.”

“What she’s doing is childish. It must have been tough for her.”

That couldn’t be denied.

In chasing after Scheuer, Celly had certainly built up about 1 gram of muscle on her arm. Scheuer subtly turned her head to glance at her side. No matter when, she seemed unreal. Scheuer vaguely recalled the accessory she had seen on Annabelle at the banquet today. It was a piece of jewelry with a person’s face engraved on it, called a cameo. Annabelle had her husband’s face engraved on it and carried it around. For the first time, Scheuer felt a desire for an accessory.

“This is an item that’s currently popular among the central nobility. It’s about engraving each other and carrying it around.”

“Did Mrs. Annabelle also put her husband in it?”

“Of course. Oh, there are cheeky ones who secretly put in their cheating partners, but you can’t possibly capture Raygrain’s beauty in a carving. Still, I wanted it.”

Scheuer asked discreetly,

“I want that cameo.”

“Then place an order.”

“Sculpting Your Grace’s face.”

“…Lady Litton, I see.”

“Woah, how did you know?”

“Only she would be interested in that kind of information.”

Still, he didn’t refuse. He tended to grant most of her requests, even those that seemed bothersome, and he seemed like someone who had even lost the feeling of being annoyed. However, when she saw him frown from time to time, it seemed that he was quite good at playing the role of the ‘annoying’ one.

“Are you really not going to sleep?”

“If you’re going to talk to me like that, sleeping would be better.”

Thump. Raygrain’s blue eyes, covered with documents, turned toward Scheuer. The atmosphere of his attire, which was completely different from the usual conquering look with prominent bishop cuffs, stood out. He seemed more dangerous than usual. Beside the reclined Scheuer, he slowly stretched his body. The moonlight, dimly shining through the window, filled the room as the light went out.

“Smile Love”