The Blond Male Lead is Too Much - Chapter 153



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What is a honeymoon?

It’s checking texts right away and replying 10 minutes late, pretending to be busy when you’re free, and deliberately refusing to make plans to annoy the other person.

And there are also those like Carl, who show their faces all the time and then suddenly disappear.

After receiving dessert from Dane, Carl’s contact suddenly disappeared.

I sent a letter but there was no response.

‘No, why did you suddenly disappear?’

I was embarrassed, not to mention shocked, and honestly, upset. If you’re busy, you could at least say that you’re busy.

You’re not hiding anything from me, are you?

As my anger grew increasingly anxious, I finally got in touch with Carl.

“Your Majesty, I have received a letter from the Duke of Calciad… .”

As soon as I heard the word Calciard, I ran like a wasp to check the letter in Mandy’s hand.

‘Huh? What is this? A party invitation?’

I thought it would be a letter explaining the circumstances in detail, but I was shocked to see that it was an invitation that even included a dress code.

What the… … I’m not joking right now.

‘Oh my, who would know if this happens?’

First, you need to explain why you disappeared. Are you just going to invite me to the party all of a sudden?

I was so angry that I folded the invitation in half. I had been so distressed the past few days.

Never go.

And on the day of the party.

I woke up at dawn and worked hard every day. I really didn’t plan on going until yesterday afternoon, but I changed my mind when night came.

What should I do? I have to go at least to see your face.

That’s why they say that if you love someone, you will never be able to lose.

The dress code was red, so I wore a red velvet dress like a rose.

It was an elegant yet cute outfit with lace along the square neckline and black ribbons in layers on the wide hem.

Here Mandy has tied my hair in half and accessorized it with a diamond flower pin for added glamour.

“How about me, Mandy?”

“You are most beautiful, Count.”

Mandy gave me a heartfelt thumbs up. I stood in front of the mirror, satisfied.

Huh, I’ll make you look so pretty that you’ll regret not seeing me for a few days!

After making thorough preparations, I headed to the Duke of Calciard’s residence so as not to be late for the party.

After a while, the Duke’s residence was more deserted than expected. If a party were held in Calciad, there would be quite a few guests.

Since it was the first party held by a new Duke after ascending the throne, the attention of the social world would have been focused on it.

‘Come to think of it, why didn’t you invite the Diat people? They might be a little upset… … .’

Suddenly, I tilted my head in confusion, and the servant guarding the entrance to the party hall shouted loudly.

“Countess Shailene Charophée enters!”

The heavy stone gate opened slowly. I straightened my back and stepped inside, only to be shocked.

“… … ?!”

The inside of the hall, where I thought there would be quite a few people, was… … surprisingly empty.

In the middle of that empty space, a sword stood alone.

What is this?

As I stood there dumbfounded, the sword strode towards me.

“Thanks for coming, Shailene.”

“What, it’s called a party, so why is there no one here… …?”

“This is a party for you. But I want to be alone with you. That’s why I invited just the two of us.”

Carl spoke with great confidence. I opened my mouth wide and questioned.

“… … No, can this even be called a party?”

Just the two of us gathered together?

He responded calmly, naturally taking my hand and escorting me.

“If you call it a party, it’s a party.”

Why are you so shameless?

But what about me who doesn’t hate it?

Even though it was a party of just two, it had everything you could need.

A band playing music, tables of finger food placed here and there, and servants walking around with glasses of drinks.

Carl guided me to the center of the hall, took my hand, and bowed his head slightly.

“Would you like to dance a song with me, Count?”

Ahem. I cleared my throat once and responded bashfully.

“great.”

“It is an honor.”

Carl, who had been grinning, soon took a serious stance. His large hands wrapped around my waist, and I placed my hands on his broad shoulders.

I vividly remembered practicing dancing with Karl during the Socialite Queen competition.

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It was so much fun back then.

Carl whispered as he walked along, as if he was recalling the same memories as I was.

“You don’t know how upset I was when I saw you dancing with another man after sacrificing so much of my body to improve my dancing skills.”

“… … I couldn’t help it back then. You were even a servant.”

Carl chuckled at the lame excuse.

“That’s why. The desire to rise in social status was very strong.”

His hair, bathed in chandelier light, looked just like a starry night sky.

The face that sat beneath it was as handsome and perfect today as ever.

This moment of dancing with the sword felt sweet, like a dream.

I never want to break it.

‘… … But if I go back to my original world, I’ll have no choice but to wake up, right?’

Suddenly, as I lowered my eyes due to a feeling of depression, the knife grabbed my waist, circled around, hugged me tightly, and whispered in my ear.

“Don’t dance with other guys from now on. I’ll get so jealous that I’ll go crazy.”

“… … Aren’t you embarrassed to say that honestly?”

I asked, shrugging my shoulders reflexively at the breath tickling my skin and the low voice tapping my eardrums.

“I would have been embarrassed in the past. But I learned it by living while hiding myself.”

Her transparent red eyes stared at me with a genuine light and spoke.

“It is more difficult and shameful to live a lie.”

“… … .”

Perhaps I bit my lip to find the words that most accurately describe my situation right now.

I am Shailene, but I am not Shailene, and most of the time I lived as Shailene, I just did whatever the mission called for.

I was miserable and in pain because I was living a false life.

‘If I tell Carl honestly… … will he really understand me?’

I wasn’t sure. If you say there’s another soul inside your body, you’re usually treated like a crazy person, and few people would take it seriously.

And Carl might be shocked to learn that I’m not the real Shailene… …and freak out.

For many reasons, it was not easy to tell the truth.

In the end, the performance ended without me saying anything to Karl.

After finishing their dance, they were catching their breath when suddenly servants appeared carrying a huge cake.

I opened my eyes wide at the sight of a pure white three-tier cake decorated quite extravagantly.

“What kind of cake did you prepare like this? It looks like a celebration cake.”

“That’s right, it’s my birthday cake.”

“Oh, it was your birthday cake… … .”

He nodded naturally and then suddenly stopped. What did he just say…?

Did I mishear that?

As I looked up with a shocked expression, the knife faced me calmly.

“You, is it your birthday today?!”

“Not today. The day before yesterday.”

“What?! Why didn’t you say anything!”

“I was afraid you might feel burdened.”

This kid, he calls that talking.

He raised his hand and slapped the sturdy shoulder, then returned to his straight face.

“Carl, what would you think if I let it slide without telling you your birthday for that reason?”

“… … It’s a shame.”

“But why did you do that to me?”

“I’m sorry. I was short-sighted.”

Carl bowed his head obediently and apologized. He seemed like a well-behaved puppy, so I unconsciously wanted to pat his head, but held back.

“I don’t have anything special to give you right now, so I’ll give you a gift later. In the future, you should tell me about things like this in advance.”

I put my hand on his waist and gave him a stern warning. He nodded with a pleasant expression even though he was being scolded.

“What, why are you laughing? I’m angry.”

“I know, but telling me in advance means you’ll continue to celebrate my birthday in the future.”

The sword tilted its face towards me. I could clearly see the sharp eyes closing and rounding as the distance quickly became closer.

“Aren’t you saying you’ll see me for the rest of your life?”

“… … I didn’t say anything like that.”

I muttered my answer, trying hard to avoid eye contact. My heartbeat was pounding loudly, thumping, thumping, thumping, and my eardrums were ringing.

Carl, who had been laughing without paying attention to the words that were thrown out intentionally, picked up a cake-cutting knife.

“Shall we make a wish together before we cut it?”

“good.”

After lighting the candle, we held our hands together for a moment and closed our eyes.

I really wished him a happy birthday on his cake.

‘Even after I’m gone, please make Karl happy for a long time.’

So that later breakups will be a little less painful.

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