Despite Being an Extra, I'm the Villain's Childhood Friend - Chapter 51.1
Chapter 51.1
It was unfair. The note contained useless information that Michael would like, such as the fact that the young lord of neighboring territory had raised an army.
“Who would have set fire to my Rob’s heart?”
“… There’s no such person.”
“Rebecca from the flower shop? Anna from the pasta house?”
“No, I didn’t―!”
“Okay, okay. A woman’s intuition is sharp.”
Robert was about to retort, “I think you need to sharpen your intuition again,” but he shut his mouth in surprise at Izeline’s next words.
“I wonder who the pigeon flew to―?”
“….!”
This was bad.
Surely she didn’t remember the dove’s pattern?
“I wonder who the beautifully spotted pigeon flew to―”
“….”
He had to tell Camry to change the pigeon right away. He didn’t want her to misunderstand that he sent a love poem to that guy.
“Since you can’t say anything, I guess I hit the nail on the head. Hehe.”
“….?!”
“Rebecca, Anna?”
“Neither!”
Still, no matter how much he denied it, Izeline didn’t seem to believe him. Robert, who had been backed up against the wall, blushed.
“You can be honest with me.”
With nowhere else to run, Robert kept his lips tightly shut, unable to speak because of her, who was smiling unconsciously and bringing her face closer. Because they were similar in height, her breath touched his cheek every time she spoke.
“Is your heart pounding?”
He wanted to shout, “My heart only beats like this when you cross the line like now,” but…
Thump, thump.
He couldn’t open his mouth at the excessively close distance. Was it because he wasn’t in his right mind that he thought this cheeky girl’s face was pretty?
“Oh, you’re cute.”
Then Izeline started to gently stroke his head.
“….”
Robert blushed to his ears and held his breath. He could feel the texture of her fingers, which were gently caressing his hair, as if every cell in his hair had come alive.
“My Rob is already becoming a man?”
“….”
He wanted to say that she was becoming a lady, too. But again, he couldn’t say anything. However, it was unfair to be misunderstood unilaterally, so Robert managed to utter one word.
“It’s not a love poem.”
…But it didn’t work.
Izeline’s smile deepened.
“Okay, okay.”
“….”
He wanted to beat his own mouth, which had been talking about love letters.
Robert let out a small sigh as he meekly gave his head to her, who was now more excited than before, ruffling his hair.
* * *
The information Camry sent was, as usual, sloppy.
Robert, who had only belatedly learned that Duke Brioche had arrived at the castle, rushed down the stairs three at a time and stumbled into the drawing-room, breathless.
He couldn’t believe he had missed this, even though the Duke had not come in secret but had arrived openly by carriage. The Information Guild couldn’t have been unaware of this. It was simply that Camry’s ability to extract information was woefully inadequate.
He realized once again that he had a long way to go, and he flung open the door with a jerk. This would have been an unforgivably rude act under normal circumstances.
“Father!”
An awkward silence hung in the air. In the drawing-room, Duke Brioche and Izeline were seated facing each other across a table. The conversation stopped abruptly with Robert’s sudden appearance, though the atmosphere between the two was heavy.
What were they discussing in private?
He didn’t need an explanation to know.
‘We’re not even eight years old* yet…’
[ T/N: I don’t know if I remembered it wrong or not, but I think I once tld Robert’s age to be more than 8? (or maybe just my feeling since they often act maturely lol) Anyway, if you come across that please ignore it, they’re not yet 8. ]
Robert clenched his fists.
“Did I call for you?”
Duke Brioche rebuked his son, making no attempt to hide his displeasure. It was his way of telling him to leave.
He should have apologized and retreated.
But Robert felt as if his feet were glued to the floor. If he backed down now, he felt like he would lose Izelin forever.
He steeled his nerves and spoke.
“… There’s still time left on the contract.”
But perhaps because he was standing before his father, whom he had feared since he could remember, his voice, unlike his resolute determination, came out as a mere whisper.
At his crestfallen appearance, Brioche clicked his tongue openly.
“Pathetic.”
As if he had heard enough, he turned his head to Izeline.
“Let’s finish what we were talking about.”
As Robert looked at her anxiously, their eyes met briefly before falling away. Izeline was just as nervous.
Her future depended on what was said here today.
The Duke spoke in a dignified voice.
“Move to Ernon.”
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