The Unlikely Imprint of the Villainess and the Male Lead - Chapter 59
Chapter 59
Translator: Yonnee
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“!”
What? My bedroom?
Two words stood out glaringly.
What on earth was this woman saying?
Without realizing it, Richt’s ears reddened as his eyes darted back and forth across the letter.
「 By using the artifact, we could exchange items discreetly and save an enormous amount of time.
Just as I’ve been sending a maid to Rodwell on a regular basis, Your Grace could send a signal, and I could visit your bedroom each time. The artifact even has a return spell imbued…
Just like during your rut cycle. 」
Rut cycle.
It was likely meant to clarify her suggestion, but the word seemed written with slight hesitation—unlike the rest of the letter, the ink there was noticeably smudged.
“…Ha.”
Looking at it, Richt felt an odd sensation washing over him.
Was it because it brought back the events of that day—something buried deep in his memory? Whatever the reason, it wasn’t a welcome feeling.
「 By the time you read this letter, it should be around next Wednesday.
If Your Grace agrees with my suggestion, please send a signal, just like you did that time.
The time around 11 p.m., as before, should work well.
If I don’t receive a signal by Friday, I’ll take it as a refusal and resume sending a maid to Rodwell.
I’ll be waiting for your response. 」
Luciana’s letter ended there.
Richt placed the letter down with a thoughtful expression.
“…If it saves time, there’s no reason to refuse.”
Though their motivations differed, they shared a mutual desire to sever the imprint. Saving wasted time could also expedite the completion of the research.
Without much resistance, Richt decided to agree to Luciana’s request, though his expression remained grim.
Rustle.
Picking up the letter again, Richt went back to the beginning and reread it carefully.
As his crimson eyes moved down the slanted handwriting, his brows furrowed deeper.
Luciana Leslie.
When he read the end of the letter, with her name signed at the bottom, one thought lingered in his mind.
‘Why is there no mention of the gem?’
“Did she not notice it?”
That couldn’t be.
He distinctly remembered placing the jewel in the most noticeable spot in the box.
If she had received the package properly, she must have seen it.
“…Ha.”
As he continued to think, Richt suddenly became aware of himself and gripped the armrest of his chair tightly.
“Ridiculous. Why do I even care about something like that?”
Whether Luciana was moved by the jewel, dismissed it as trivial, or threw it in the trash was none of his concern.
Fighting off thoughts of his mate that kept creeping in, Richt stood abruptly, irritation flashing across his face.
He approached the fireplace and burned Luciana’s letter immediately, ensuring no trace remained.
“Better to stop wasting time and focus on giving orders.”
Leaving his office, Richt headed for the training grounds.
* * *
“Commander, what brings you here?”
Yvonne, who had been inspecting the knights’ postures, stopped what she was doing and hurried over upon seeing Richt.
“Where’s Lik?”
“I’ll fetch him right away!”
Yvonne dashed into the training hall and returned shortly with Lik in tow.
“Well done. Carry on with the training.”
“Understood!”
After sending Yvonne back, Richt quietly motioned for Lik to follow him to a secluded corner.
“Do you have something to say, sir?”
“There’s no need to go to Rodwell anymore.”
“…Pardon?”
But didn’t he just tell me this morning to leave early for Rodwell? And now he says it’s unnecessary?
Though Lik often grumbled about the inconvenience of errands, he found himself oddly dismayed before he could even process the cancellation.
“Why?”
“What?”
“……! My apologies, sir.”
Realizing his slip, Lik quickly bowed his head.
As a loyal knight, his role was to follow orders, nothing more.
‘Then why…?’
Always faithful to his lord, Lik was stunned by his own mistake.
“You seem disappointed. Did they coat Rodwell in honey or something?”
“Not at all, sir.”
“In any case, that’s all I wanted to say. You’ve done well going back and forth all this time. You’re dismissed.”
“Yes, Commander.”
As Lik watched Richt walk away, he found himself lost in thought.
That orange-tinged brown-haired woman with freckles.
Why had the face of that maid suddenly come to mind?
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