Chapter 3
His tone made it sound like I naturally needed his permission just to meet Lucian.
I asked back expressionlessly,
âWhy would I need your permission?â
âW-What did you say?!â
âAs far as I know, a managerâs duties include personally overseeing and monitoring âspecial students.ââ
AÂ special studentâ
That referred to the most important individuals in the Rosenkreuz Boarding School.
Usually, students whose existence could cause major upheaval if revealed to the outside world were designated as special students and managed carefully.
Victorâs face stiffened.
âWho gave you the right to take charge of the Duke of Kaleid?â
âMyself.â
âDo you think that makes any sense?!â
Veins bulged on Victorâs neck as he shouted.
But I didnât even twitch an eyebrow.
âExtravagant. Shameless. Useless as a manager. Not even worth the bread you eat.â
Victor flinched.
Of course he didâthose were all insults he used to mutter behind my back.
I counted them off one by one on my fingers, then smiled sweetly.
âSo I thought Iâd finally earn my keep, just like you always said. Is there a problem?â
âTh-thatâsâŚâ
Victorâs face twisted with frustration, but he forced himself to continue.
âEven so, thatâs not allowed. You know how important the Duke of Kaleid is. I cannot permitââ
âOh my.â
I let out a small, mocking laugh.
âVictor, do you think youâre someone important?â
ââŚExcuse me?â
âYouâre not the marquis. Youâre just a mere manager, yet you talk about granting permission?â
I finished coldly, my voice laced with amusement.
âHow ridiculous.â
At my mockery, Victorâs face turned red with anger and humiliation.
Yet he also looked confused.
âThe marquis.â
It was probably because of that.
Calling Dante respectfully âthe marquisâ must have felt strange to him.
In the original story, Elje had been obsessed with calling Dante by his real name.
Between lovers, being allowed to use someoneâs name meant intimacyâproof of passionate love.
The original Elje had taken pride in being able to call him that.
As if being close to a crazy male lead is something to brag about.
I clicked my tongue inwardly and shrugged casually.
âIf youâre unhappy, then⌠why not go report me to the marquis again?â
Since he always threatened me with âIâll report this to the marquis,â I threw it right back at him.
Victor bit his lip so hard it almost bled.
âThen what do you think the marquis will say? Will he praise you for doing your job well, orâŚâ
I looked up at him calmly and asked,
âWill he be angry that youâre wasting his precious time with something trivial?â
ââŚâŚâ
For once, Victor was speechless.
I delivered the final blow.
âThen Iâll assume Iâm in charge of the Duke of Kaleid.â
With a bright smile directed at his twisted expressionâ
I walked right past him.
* * *
The next day,
I went to see Lucian again.
âGood morning. Did you sleep well?â
ââŚâŚâ
Lucian only looked at me with wary eyes and didnât answer.
Iâm on your side.
I thought he might at least question whether what I said yesterday was trueâ
Feeling slightly disappointed, I asked,
âMay I take off your clothes for a moment?â
Lucianâs head snapped up.
His eyes clearly said, Is this woman insane?
I pointed casually at the first-aid kit beside me.
âYou were thrown to the ground yesterday, remember? I want to check for injuriesâand treat them if there are any.â
I shrugged lightly.
âAnd you should probably change your clothes too.â
After rolling around in the rain and mud, his clothes were filthy.
They must feel awful.
But true to his personalityâa prickly male lead who only shows devotion to the heroineâ
âGet lost.â
He replied sharply.
Of course, if I were the type to back off at that level of hostility, I wouldnât have planned to win him over in the first place.
I smiled and provoked him.
âDonât worry. Younger men arenât my type.â
ââŚWhat?â
Lucianâs expression turned strange.
He looked slightly offended.
As expected, provoking him works.
Among the three male leads, Lucian was the youngest.
Barely an adultâeasy enough to rile up with a little provocationâ
Wait.
I frowned slightly.
Through the gap in his collar, I caught a glimpse of dark stains.
âŚIs he hurt?
Without hesitation, I grabbed his shirt.
âWhat are youâ!â
âStay still.â
I quickly started unbuttoning his shirt.
âLet go!â
Lucian tried to smack my hand away.
His glare was fierce, but I didnât back down.
âAs a manager of this school, I have a duty to ensure youâre in good condition.â
Lucian was the most important piece I needed to secure.
If he got seriously injured, that would be a problem.
âI have no ulterior motives. Iâm just checking your wounds.â
I spoke firmly.
Lucian pressed his lips together, frowning.
Watching him carefully, I approached like I was nearing a tense wild animal.
He still looked uncomfortableâbut he didnât resist further.
âIâm going to cut this part.â
As I slid the scissors between the chain and the fabric, I warned him again,
âDonât move. Youâll get hurt.â
Snip.
The fabric fell away.
And my eyes widened.
Because the injuries revealed on his body wereâ
ââŚThat mustâve hurt.â
Worse than I expected.
His skin was scraped raw in multiple places, scabs forming over them, and dark bruises spread across his body.
He was moving around so much yesterday, I didnât even notice.
I clenched my teeth.
âYouâre badly hurt, and yet you refused treatment. Youâre unnecessarily stubborn.â
âShut up.â
Lucian snapped at me.
I let out a sigh and turned him around.
âEven so, you need to take care of your health.â
His back came into viewâ
Muscles tightly defined, far beyond what youâd expect from someone his age.
It looked like a sculpture carved by a god.
Seeing that beautiful body covered in injuries made my mood sink.
âIf you want a chance to escape this place someday, you need to stay healthy.â
ââŚâŚâ
I felt him glance at me, as if surprised.
But the moment our eyes met, he quickly looked away again.
Stillâ
The fact that he wasnât lashing out anymore was already progress.
I soaked a cloth in clean water and gently cleaned his wounds.
Then I scooped ointment with my fingers and carefully applied it to the worst bruises on his shoulder.
ââHngâŚâ
Lucian couldnât hold it in and let out a pained groan.
Startled, I stopped immediately.
âDoes it hurt?â
He gritted his teeth and shook his head.
âMind your own business.â
âŚSo prickly.
âIf it hurts, please tell me.â
I said it again, but he didnât respond.
Though judging by the slight trembling of his shoulders, it clearly did hurt.
After a while,
I finished treating his injuries and took out the clothes I had brought.
A shirt and trousers from the school uniform.
âYour Grace, since itâll be difficult for you to move, Iâll help you change.â
ââŚâŚâ
A complicated expression crossed Lucianâs face.
Discomfort at being touched by someone he didnât want.
Resentment at having to wear the hated school uniform.
And disgust at his own inability to refuse.
But only for a moment.
ââŚDamn it. Fine.â
He glanced at his bound hands and muttered a curse before nodding.
As I helped him change,
I looked up at his face.
I hadnât noticed in the dark yesterday, but even the scratches on his face were worse than I thought.
Such a beautiful faceâand now it was injured.
ââŚYouâre hurt.â
Without thinking, I gently brushed over his scabbed lip.
ââŚâŚâ
Lucianâs eyes darkened instantly.
ââŚWhat exactly are you?â
Suspicion, confusion, fear, helplessnessâ
Betrayal toward the cousin he still couldnât fully give up on.
And a faint trace of hope he hadnât let go of.
Standing before this young man, who had only just stepped out of boyhoodâ
I softened my eyes.
âI told you, didnât I?â
âIâm on your side.â
Hoping that my smile might, even just a littleâ
Reach him.