The Unlikely Imprint of the Villainess and the Male Lead - Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Translator: Yonnee
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Richt slipped into an alley to avoid people and concealed himself adequately.
“……”
Ever since he mistook Marquis Leslie, Luciana’s mother, for Luciana herself and admitted to himself that he was far from composed, Richt had been in a foul mood.
He recalled the moment when, at the mere sight of pink hair, all distracting thoughts were washed away, replaced by a sense of fulfillment.
‘Pathetic! How could I let my judgment become so clouded?’
This wouldn’t do. The research was still in its initial stages, and he was already losing control.
‘Perhaps I must distance myself as much as possible from anything related to that woman?’
Even as the imprint tried to dominate his body, the duke stubbornly refused to acknowledge Luciana.
‘If only I could, I’d send her somewhere far out of sight.’
As always, Richt maintained a defensive attitude—but only briefly.
Before long, he overheard a conversation growing closer and closer, dragging him back into a state of foolishness.
“You know, I was invited to Lady Leslie’s birthday banquet for the first time!”
“What?! Really?!”
“!”
Luciana’s birthday?
The moment this new information about his mate surfaced, a sharp gleam flickered in Richt’s crimson eyes.
“I’m so jealous. When is the party?”
Gulp.
Luciana’s birthday—something he didn’t know.
As the conversation turned to the most crucial date, all his senses focused intently on his ears. Holding his breath, Richt waited for the next part of the conversation.
“Well, it’s on…”
Whisper, whisper.
“What?”
Damn it. Whispering now? How unfair!
Bang!
Overcome with frustration at not being able to eavesdrop on Luciana’s birthday details, Richt slammed his fist against the wall.
“Eek!”
“Your Grace…?!”
Logan, who had returned after sending a boy on an errand, froze in shock as he saw the two young ladies fleeing in terror and Richt punching someone’s building.
“There’s a crack in the wall!”
Oh no. What’s going on with His Grace today?
“What—what in the world is going on?!”
The owner of the establishment rushed out in a panic, staring at the visible crack and the duke’s clenched fist.
“My sweet baby! I saved up for 20 years to finally own it, but…!”
The balding shop owner, seeing damage to the building he cherished like a child, turned pale and raised his voice.
“How could you do this to someone’s shop… Hiiieek!”
The owner fell silent as he caught sight of Richt shaking his fist. Instinctive fear silenced him.
‘Judging by his attire, he must be a noble. But to think he did this with his bare hands…!’
The debris crumbling from Richt’s knuckles sent a chill down the owner’s spine.
‘I must’ve gotten involved with a deranged noble!’
Such was the weight of nobility. Occasionally, among the upper classes, there were those who treated powerless commoners like dirt beneath their feet.
‘Ugh. As infuriating as it is, I’ll have to bow my head and let this go quietly.’
The shopkeeper assumed Richt was just another one of those cruel nobles and lowered his head.
A shopkeeper bowing low, and a duke who seemed to have lost his senses.
‘What a mess.’
As always, Logan was left to pick up the pieces, silently holding onto his resignation letter in his heart.
“Ah, I’m deeply sorry about this.”
“And you are…?”
“This was entirely our fault. Please send the repair bill to this address, and we will cover all the costs.”
Logan smiled warmly, pulling out a card from his pocket.
“The Cassio Duchy…?”
“Haha. Also, we would greatly appreciate it if you kept this incident discreet. His Grace has been feeling rather unsettled lately. He’s not usually like this…”
“Y-Yes…”
Logan skillfully soothed the shopkeeper, managing the situation diplomatically. Fortunately, the man seemed willing to let it go as long as proper compensation was provided.
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