Villainous Husband, the One You’re Obsessed With Is Over There - Chapter 4
Chapter 2.2
I don’t believe in the ‘reward’ when someone like him is saying it. There is no such thing as a proper reward from him.
“Any question you ask, I’ll gladly answer it.”
Look at this—!
What kind of reward was this…? If my question goes against his grain, the situation may change rapidly again. In the first place, Your Majesty, aren’t you too conscientious about holding my delicate neck like this and speaking of mercy?
Despite everything, dissatisfaction must be spoken only inside my head. My brain was steadily picking out the most straightforward questions possible.
“Your Majesty, I heard that your Majesty personally chose me… Why was it me?”
“Ah.”
For a moment, the sigh added strength to his hand.
Feeling like I was about to suffocate at any moment, I hurriedly took a deep breath. Then, I slowly raised my eyes slightly and gazed at his face. His straight brow slightly frowned, and the smile that was there had now disappeared.
I don’t think that’s a very good sign…
“That’s a boring question. It’s clichéd and threadbare, I’m disappointed. I might get bored and go crazy while answering.”
Arrgh.
Look at this?
“You must be happy that you’ve been promised my mercy. Aren’t you very lucky, hm?”
…Am I happy?
It feels like I’m on the verge of dying right now. However, if Your Majesty said so… then yes, this feeling must be happiness…
Although I tried to control my mind not to think about anything, my lips were quivering with instinctive fear. Raniero eventually let go of my neck. The pain of being grabbed and the sudden air that filled my lungs made me clench my throat and cough.
“When I said that I was going to get married, many nobles and many kings sent portraits of their daughters to me. There were a few… Hm, there was a lot.”
He lightly kicked the hem of my voluminous dress and strode towards a wide wall. In the tranquil room, the sound of his footsteps resounded loudly. After that, he spread his arms in front of the white wall.
“…Enough to fill the walls of this room?”
Standing up on the tip of his foot, he turned around to look at me. Again, a beautiful smile spread across his face as he recommenced.
“I ordered all those portraits to be hung on this wall. Why do you think it is?”
“Faces… Is it to see the faces?”
I answered the question diligently even though I was coughing dryly.
“Face? Well, you might be interested in something like that…”
Raniero fixed his gaze on me with a picturesque smile before finishing his remark.
“I can’t tell the faces of others apart. It’s because they all look alike.”
…Well, I guess since His Majesty is the most attractive person in this novel’s worldview, would someone else’s face catch his eye? They might all look alike, even looking like a squid to him. Not only that, he had never even admired Seraphina, the most beautiful woman in this worldview.
“Sorry… I’m sorry—”
“It’s nothing to be sorry about.”
Saying so, he glanced at the wall again and tried to find something. As he was doing that, my gaze followed his and went towards the wall unintentionally. It was only then did I notice that there was a small gap, about five centimeters, in the wall.
…What’s that?
While I was still staring at the wall, bewildered, I could suddenly hear a voice behind me. It seemed that Raniero was already sitting on the bed behind me without me even realizing it.
“I sat here like this and threw a dagger.”
What he uttered in such a succinct manner was appalling. I mean, he hung a bunch of portraits on the wall and threw a dagger at them…?
“Then, the dagger pierced your left eye.”
As he went on, Raniero laughed out loud.
However, I couldn’t do the same. I’ve never seen anyone choose an empress by throwing a dagger. Needless to say, I was getting dizzy as I tried to imagine the dreadful scene in my head.
“Hmm… Looking back, it’s a pretty interesting memory. Let me take back the statement that I might die of boredom.”
He was so fickle that I didn’t even know what was ahead anymore.
“Come to think of it… What’s the Empress’s name?”
I momentarily stiffened at his question because I couldn’t remember my name for a few seconds. Though fortunately, I had not completely forgotten, and my lips spat out the name slowly.
“It’s, it’s Angelica Viniard de Unro.”
“What does your family call you?”
…What did they call me?
Drenched in a cold sweat, I tried to make up something in a rush.
“Th-They call me Angie…”
Actually, I don’t even know if it was a good thing or a bad thing for Raniero to be interested in my nickname like this.
“Is that so?”
When the tip of his shoe came under my chin, he lifted my chin up with it for me to meet his eyes.
“You look puzzled by everything. Do you know why I came into this room?”
Even though nothing happened except for my throat feeling suffocated, my mind was tattered as if it had been riding a roller coaster dozens of times. There was no way that I would have thought of the reason why he was here. In any case, the five-second rule made me unable to think deeply, so I just wrangled out whatever came to mind.
“Because it’s the first night…?”
As soon as I said those words, I wanted to slap my mouth. No, what am I talking about?! Do I know what that could actually mean? What was I thinking?
However, the moment when I was astounded by my own lack of thoughts—
“You know.”
—More dismay came from Raniero’s mouth.
“Come up here, Angie.”
His sweet voice commanded me.
…Did he ask for my nickname to make that order?
“The groom should take off the wedding dress on the first night, right?”
Again, the dangerous alarm started to go off in my head.
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