I Don’t Want the Obsession of a Twisted Archduke

It was truly a feast of blue.

Elvin also heard that “Her Highness” caused the whole empire to become like this as she popularized Eastern snacks. However, the scenery was not appealing to the uptight Elvin.

There were a lot of places to check today for Elvin, so he decided to move on.

‘I think the discipline has been slackened, so I’ll have to call in the employees for a dress check soon.’

It was at that time when Elvin was planning to turn the Grand Duchy upside down.

“…!”

“…!”

“…!”

He saw a group of young knights buzzing by. The training seemed to have just finished. There was also Jarrett from the group that was famous for being a nerd. Elvin, who was staring at them anyway, was deeply frowned upon the view. Even his hands trembled, because they also had blue lips.

‘The sacred knights protecting the Romani go around in such grotesque ways!’

Elvin couldn’t stand this!

“There you are.”

Elvin called up the knights, while Jarrett replied with a bright face.

“Yes, sir. How can I help you?”

“How can you help me? What the hell is going on with your lips?”

“What?”

“What kind of a man… Knights, are you going to defile the sacredness of the Romani by those frivolous actions? Remove the color from your lips right now.”

“What-what? But the aide… Ugh!”

Jarrett, who was about to say something more with his round eyes, was silenced by the knight next to him. He covered his mouth, looking sad and soon replied while scratching the back of his head.

“Yes, sir. I’ll do as you say.”

Shortly after the knights quickly walked out, Elvin felt somewhat uncomfortable. It was the strange expressions of the knights when he scolded them. Normally, they would have just made a foul expression as he would be scolding them.

‘What the hell is going on?’

It was only about the time that Elvin had just arrived at Kyle’s office that he found out what that discomfort was.

“… Elvin, what’s wrong with your lips? Have you finally gone crazy?”

Only then did Elvin realize something was wrong hearing Kyle’s blunt question.

Subsequently, another employee, who managed to find Elvin after spending all day moving around, gasped for words.

“Eh, Elvin. His Highness asked me to tell… So that… Sir, your lips have turnedblue.”

‘What did you say?’

Only then did Elvin look in the mirror and gasped in terror. He couldn’t fathom how his lips had turned blue.

‘That damn woman. What the hell did you give me? No, wait a minute.’

Elvin realized that he scolded the knights with these blue lips.

“Oh, my God!”

His shame reached its peak, and for the first time that day, Elvin appeared disorganized in the Grand Duchy.

‘Forget that! She’s the one! I’ll never admit it!’

And Kyle, under stress, thought he’d give Elvin a long vacation, who unwittingly craved sweets.

***

“Hmm.”

I was currently sitting in my office chair, lost in agony. Looking into the letter Elvin gave me. The sender of the letter was, as expected, Woodhill.

I thought I’d tear it up, but I was curious. What the hell did this man write? Of course, there were other reasons. I thought I had to do a preliminary investigation into Doman Woodhill.

Even though he was the character I invented, I didn’t really know what he was going to be like and the probability that I would run into Doman Woodhill in the future was very high. Even more when entering the social world.

At any rate, Doman Woodhill had been playing with Riddel for a long time. In other words, he was a man who knew Riddel better than anyone else. So, I was going to make sure that Woodhill didn’t feel at odds with me.

‘I, better at least, should read the letter.’

I opened the letter and I read it without a hitch. It was…

‘Oh, my God.

I got goosebumps all over my body. This was all because of every word written in the letter. The letter from Doman Woodhill was painful to read from the beginning.

To my sweet honey Riddel.

Was he crazy? The content was roughly going on about missing me and suffering more day by day. Also, secretly complaining of his financial difficulties.

‘Yeah, that’s him. He was like this.’

Doman Woodhill always used his looks to extort money from his partners complemented with words to play with women’s emotions.

Poor Riddel was one of the fish in the pond. No, he didn’t even think of her as a person but more of a wallet.

‘Ah. My eyes are rotting from this letter.’

I ripped the letter apart and threw it in the fire, then closed my eyes for a while to rest.

‘Doman Woodhill.’

It would be better not to bump into each other. I turned my eyes to the papers, hoping to avoid encounters as much as possible.

Somehow, it felt like it was a peaceful afternoon compared to before.

***Jean***

Grand Duchy’s butler, Jean, had been in Kyle’s office since early this morning and was currently reporting on the wedding preparation as Kyle made it clear that everything should be reported to him first.

In fact, there was nothing to report.

Preparations for the wedding were going smoothly, as if they were sailing in the wind.

“So, as long as her Highness doesn’t run away on the wedding day, there won’t be any problems with the wedding, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“… Who’s worried?”

As soon as Jean’s report was over, Kyle replied, expressing discomfort.

Nevertheless, Jean was pleased. His master was the one listening to this kind of report. Even before he was cursed by the dragon, even as the perfect human, he had no interest in this kind of thing at all.

Jean wanted to tell everyone about his master. Since Kyle had been cursed, no one approached him, let alone a woman. For the master to show such a great interest in the wedding.

‘Oh, my. What should I do? My lips keep twitching.’

Jean felt the seriousness of keeping control of his facial expression and prepared to leave quickly.

“Then, my lord. I will…”

“Wait.”

While Jean was trying to run away before broadly smiling at the situation, Kyle called Jean up out of the blue. Jean flinched at the moment but cleared his voice as much as he could.

“Yes, my lord. What’s the matter?”

“I want to ask you something.”

At Kyle’s words, Jean’s innermost thoughts were filled with joy. He was more excited than necessary. The reason was simple. Kyle’s recent questions all turned around one subject: Her Highness. Jean managed to come to his senses with his almost grinning lips pulled down.

He then gave Kyle a keen look of anticipation for his question.

“Jean, I think I’m getting sick.”

“What?”

The words that came out of Kyle’s mouth were totally unexpected, and even the content was alarming.

Soon Jean shouted in contemplation.

“Lord, Lord. What do you mean, a disease, a doctor right now?”

“Don’t make a fuss, I don’t think it’s a fatal disease. I’m just curious. I don’t know what kind of symptom this is.”

Jean frantically thought Kyle should see a doctor if he were sick.

‘Why are you asking me?’

Of course, Jean didn’t say that. Quick-witted Jean looked forward and paid attention to Kyle’s words this time.

“So…”

“So?”

“…”

“So, what are your symptoms?”

“…”

“My lord?”

“…”

Why was Kyle keeping silent all of the sudden? Was he dizzy? Kyle opened his mouth with a look of displeasure, as Jean tried to pound his chest in frustration as if he ate something the wrong way.

“When I see a certain person, I feel nervous all the time, I can’t calm down, and I feel my heart tightening every once in a while. What is happening?”

“… Is it her Highness?”

“…”

Kyle did not respond at all. However, Jean took this conversation on a big positive note.

“Ah, my lord, that’s, it’s…”

This was a sign of love!

No, Jean stopped himself from being too excited, because the master was cursed by a dragon, the way he thinks may be quite different from others.

‘But if that emotion is not love, what is it?’

Jean eventually decided to interpret it according to his own convenience.

“Master, that’s…”

After that, Jean hesitated and paused before giving him an answer.

Indeed, what could he say?