The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 123



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“Do you… … like adventures?”

“……ah.”

Raviello answered the somewhat disheartening question with disappointment.

“I don’t like it very much.”

“… … .”

“Is it awkward for me to say this?”

“… … A lot.”

Raviello, who had been laughing hysterically at Shailene, who couldn’t hide her bewildered expression, eventually took a step back.

“What’s going on?”

“… … Actually, I just happened to find out that my mother’s relics are hidden underground in the temple. Can you help me find them?”

Her glassy, ​​transparent eyes looked up at him, holding a sparkling light.

Raviello, who felt a bit ill-tempered, grinned and answered.

“What will Shailene do for me if I help her?”

Wow, lethally. Shailene, who had been speaking with a blank expression for a moment, quickly came to her senses and answered after thinking about it.

“I will grant you one wish.”

“Really?”

“Yes, but you have to tell me what you can do instead. Otherwise, I won’t be able to listen to you.”

“great.”

So the negotiations were concluded.

While Shailene was secretly cheering, Raviello, who had been thinking deeply about something, asked.

“But do you know how to get into the temple basement?”

“no.”

A rather shameless answer came out immediately. Shailene smiled bashfully, observing the other person’s reaction.

“But I think Raviello might know.”

Although he is not the chief priest here, it is assumed that he has some knowledge as he was sent down to the central shrine as an auditor.

I guess so. That was what I said, assuming it would be so.

And her guess was correct.

“… … You chose your companion very wisely.”

Raviello shook his head, laughing like a sigh.

Eventually, it became his job to figure out how to get to the temple’s basement, and the two promised to meet again the next night.

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Before going to the main shrine and the temple basement, I tried my best to solve the second hint.

Since I couldn’t find anything by racking my brain because I had lost my memory, I started asking around.

Well, it’s only Mandy.

“Mandy, did you know that I was in a carriage accident when I was little?”

“When? It’s never happened since I entered the Count’s household.”

Mandy was as bewildered as I was. She was the one I had been with the longest, so I was secretly disappointed as I had been expecting her to be like that.

No, if even Mandy doesn’t know, then when on earth did the accident happen?

“When did you come in?”

“When you were fourteen years old, young lady.”

“Hmm, are there any of the previous employees still remaining in the territory? Those who worked before you came in.”

“I’ll look into it.”

“Please do it as soon as possible.”

Luckily, Mandy managed to find and bring back the only former Countess chef still living in the Countess’s estate within a few hours.

When I asked him, he said I was about nine years old when I was in the carriage accident.

‘The young lady went out alone and something happened, and she must have been sick for quite some time before she woke up. I heard later that she didn’t even remember the accident itself.’

Somehow, the accident itself was a story I had never heard of before.

It seems that he had an accident when he was very young and lost all of his related memories due to the shock.

‘I feel like I need to revive that memory… … .’

I called the only amnesiac around me, told him what was going on, and asked for advice.

“How can I recover my lost memories?”

“Well, I don’t know… .”

Carl trailed off, giving a less than helpful answer.

I asked without giving up.

“Then what efforts have you made to regain your memories?”

“You didn’t try?”

“… … ?”

When I looked at him in bewilderment at his calm response, he stared at me without avoiding my gaze.

No, well. That’s why I have nothing to say.

In fact, Carl had never really wanted to find his memories, so in a way, it was almost like he had come to the wrong place.

Eventually, I gave up on getting advice and muttered seriously.

“If I hit my head hard, will my memories come back…?”

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“Isn’t that only effective for recently lost memories?”

“How about recreating the carriage accident?”

“What if you die like that? If you break your neck even slightly, you’ll die instantly.”

“Yeah, that would be too dangerous… … .”

Sigh, I let out a sigh of resignation.

Clearly, the lost memory seemed like a huge hint, but the problem was that there was no way to manually get it back.

There is no magic potion that can cure amnesia.

‘It won’t work, I’ll just have to give up on my memories and search the basement thoroughly.’

Anyway, all we have to do is find the relics of the main character and our mother.

I made up my mind and that night, I left the count’s residence without anyone knowing and headed to the temple.

There was only one reason why he left him without even telling Karl.

‘Please leave Shailene the maid behind.’

Because of the request of the Lord.

Why do beautiful and handsome people not get along so well?

If you think about it, we were growling at each other from the moment we first met. Then, at some point, we both started to keep an eye on each other.

I felt like it wasn’t just because he liked me.

‘I feel like there’s something between you two that I don’t know about.’

While I was thinking about this and that, I arrived at the temple before I knew it.

When I went to the promised place, the priest was waiting for me, showing off his sacred beauty even in the middle of the night.

“You came alone, right?”

“Yes, Carl should be fast asleep by now. Have you found the passage leading into the basement?”

“Yes, just follow me.”

He smiled faintly and took the first step. I followed him into the temple.

As he walked north of the temple, he stopped in front of the fourth pillar of the corridor connected to the hallway.

Click.

As he pressed a certain part of the pillar, the floor suddenly began to vibrate and open.

Ding ding.

“… … ?!”

My eyes widened as I saw an entrance opening downwards.

Is this really a secret passage?

“Just come down here.”

The priest took the lead, lighting the candle he had brought. We carefully descended the steep stairs.

The temple basement was dark and damp. A single candlestick illuminated only the front of my nose, so I had to walk while holding on tightly.

“But why did you hide your mother’s relics in the basement of the temple?”

The chief priest’s question came back with a buzz. I answered awkwardly.

“I don’t know because I didn’t hide it. I just received a tip that my mother’s belongings were here.”

“Who reported it?”

“… … One of the servants who used to work for our family.”

I just gave him a vague explanation, but fortunately he didn’t suspect anything and just let it slide.

But the hardships didn’t end there.

“I looked at the records of how the temple budget was used, and there was something strange.”

“… … Oh my, really?”

I tried to answer the sudden remark as shamelessly as possible, but the chief priest hit the nail on the head without mercy.

“It seemed like they had hastily filled the empty funds. It was as if they had embezzled the money and then cleaned it up when I was dispatched.”

“… … If I speak honestly here, will you reflect on it?”

To the earnest question, the chief priest smiled honestly and resolutely.

“I will listen and decide.”

… As expected, he’s not an easy man.

“My stepmother, who was a former countess, did some rude things. I found out about it when I inherited the family, and I changed it later. But I will never do anything like my stepmother.”

“That’s what everyone said at first. That I would never do anything bad.”

“I am real.”

“I tell you that it’s all true. It’s just that when the benefits are right in front of you, your mind changes.”

I flinched at the somewhat cynical tone of voice. It felt like the remark was not directed at me, but at someone else.

‘Who said they wouldn’t do anything bad, but then did something bad to themselves?’

I tilted my head, looking around, and he spoke awkwardly with a soft smile.

“I guess I was being too serious and ruining the mood.”

“no.”

“I’ll take note of what Shailene said. Do you have any questions for me? I’ll answer them all.”

The remark, which seemed to be an effort to ventilate the room, suddenly brought to mind the conversation in the dressing room.

When I asked her if she had a relationship with Princess Calciad, she said absolutely not because she had a first love.

Suddenly curious, I spoke like a mischievous student teasing his teacher.

“Then tell me about your first love.”

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