The Unlikely Imprint of the Villainess and the Male Lead - Chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Translator: Yonnee

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While it might have happened to an ordinary person, Richt wasn’t the type to foolishly drink himself into a blackout.

Moreover, there was no scene in the novel where the male lead got drunk.

Though Luciana found the current situation increasingly confusing, the real issue lay elsewhere.

‘What’s the point of making sure not to harass the original female lead? I’ve caused a bigger problem.’

Luciana watched Richt’s reaction with a complicated heart.

His face, crumpled like a discarded letter, showed that he wasn’t pleased with the situation either.

‘Of course he isn’t, duh. It’s not the female lead but an unknown woman he ended up with in this mess.’

Despite the waves of despair from this grim reality, Luciana didn’t crumble.

Even if things had gone awry, the protagonists were meant to be with each other.

Luciana had no intention of taking responsibility for Richt’s life just because they spent one night together.

‘Just think about the original story.’

Even though Luciana, too, yearned for Richt’s attention, his heart was always solely directed towards the female lead, Deborah.

Taking away the male lead’s purity wouldn’t change their destined love, so her goal of not hindering their romance remained.

‘Yes. This is the right thing to do.’

Even though an unexpected mistake had thrown the story off course, she could calmly manage it back to its proper place.

“Your Grace, there’s something I would like to clarify.”

After a light cough, Luciana carefully drew Richt’s attention.

She could feel his red eyes, as if they had swallowed the chaos, turn towards her.

Gulp.

Naturally startled by the intensity, Luciana swallowed dryly to suppress her nerves.

It was a moment where even a slight stutter could provoke a sharp glare, so she steadied herself before speaking.

“I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding you have, Your Grace, but I was simply drunk and made a mistake. I absolutely had no malicious intent in approaching you. I have no intention of using this incident to demand anything from you.”

Standing before Richt felt like facing a tyrant, each word she uttered seemed to chip away at her lifespan.

‘…Not just for myself, but for Deborah’s sake, I must distance myself from Richt.’

Feeling increasingly guilty toward the female lead, who was likely oblivious to this situation, Luciana gripped the sheet tightly.

‘The male lead won’t hold onto me anyway.’

Though his excessive agitation was concerning, the Richt Luciana knew wouldn’t be the type to demand she take responsibility for his purity just because they spent a single night together. So, he wouldn’t reject her suggestion outright.

Luciana planned to tell Richt to leave today’s events as an unfortunate mishap and then run aw… No, rather, to gracefully move past this one night stand with Richt—as though it never happened.

She had no worries about this. She was confident that Richt, who was clearly displeased with the current situation, would eagerly agree.

“I have no intention of disclosing what happened today to anyone. I swear on everything I have. So, I think it’s best if we both go our separate ways… What do you think, Your Grace?”

Asking for Richt’s opinion was merely a formality. Luciana was already prepared to bolt back to her family’s residence.

“……”

But the deepening silence extended longer than expected.

Richt just quietly listened to what she said and now stared at Luciana without saying a word.

‘That distinctive hair color… She must be the daughter of Marquis Leslie.’

True to his indifferent nature, he only now seemed to recognize Luciana.

‘Hah. Is she really sincere about everything she just said?’

Though she kept avoiding his gaze, her determined eyes suggested she wasn’t lying.

From the clear evidence of being in his bedroom, Richt could no longer suspect Luciana of any wrongdoing.

Moreover, his own fragmented memory made it difficult to claim Luciana had orchestrated the whole thing.

‘Go our separate ways?’

That was precisely what he wanted.