I Bought the Villains With Money - CH 5.2

As a child, Cassion was too weak to have outdoor activities. As far as I knew, he stayed inside the palace, but if the court was in this state…

I started to walk carefully, but it got faster step by step.

And as I reached the top floor, I heard a voice.

“Cassion, can’t you even solve this?”

It was the voice of someone familiar.

“Ha… Did you forget what I taught you? Didn’t I tell you that you can solve it if you know how to do a simple calculation?”

The way he looked down on his opponent wasn’t an unfamiliar sight.

“As expected, you can’t. Don’t even try to study; I guess it wasn’t for you.”

While speaking, the man with a familiar voice sighed deeply.

“I told you. A Prince should be educated. You’re not good at swordsmanship and weak. Did you memorize all the Ibrael conversations?”

If I were Cassion, I would kick him in the shin.

“What? Couldn’t you even do that? You, don’t do anything. I’d rather you not try at all because you can’t even make it.”

It wasn’t like Cassion was deliberately pretending to be sick, but this person was trying to discourage Cassion.

The voice smeared with a wicked heart that was snorting at his opponent.

‘Dyson, you son of a monkey!’

I knew he didn’t like Cassion. But it was the first time I had seen bullying like this.

“I will leave for today so that I will see you next time. Next time, I will find something suitable for your level of study.”

Judging from the conversation, it seemed that the bullying would continue.

Even if I listened for a little bit, I was angry, but Cassion has listened to this harassment for a long time?

He should have been angry!

I clenched my fist without realizing it. I wanted Cassion to throw his fist or scream.

“Thank you, brother….”

But what came out of Cassion’s mouth was quite different from what I expected.

‘Oh my God, how could you thank him for that? Did you already used to what he said, so you don’t even know what he said was bad?’

“I will go, so you have to stay put. Don’t even try to work out.”

There was a sound of Dyson coming out after saying goodbye.

I had to hide. I couldn’t run into Dyson right now. But where’s Janice?

When I turned my head, Janice looked at me, who was listening through the door with eyes of remorse.

I quickly grabbed Janice’s wrist. I opened the door on the other side of Cassion’s room and pushed myself in.

“Young Lady, what are we doing here–”

“Shush, Janice.”

Janice’s eyes widened.

I ignored her interesting look and waited until the sound of Dyson’s footsteps disappeared.

“He left.”

We waited for a little more after the sound of Dyson’s footsteps wholly disappeared.

‘I couldn’t run into Dyson yet. If he finds out I’m interested in Cassion, I don’t know what he would do.’

He could harass Cassion worse, or he could suddenly become interested in me.

He was interested in me only after Count Corcos became my guardian in the past, but there’s nothing wrong with being careful.

‘Dyson is greedy, so if I show interest in Cassion, he might start to be interested in me.’

I wanted to avoid crossing paths with him.

“Are we playing detective, Young Lady?”

Janice, who was also hiding, asked.

It was amazing to see how Janice was rather enjoying our situation. It was better than her making a fuss, so I let her be.

“So, who was that? Who did we just avoid?”

“I won’t tell you.”

Even one full day wouldn’t be enough to explain why we’re here at the palace until who Dyson was.

Because in the end, there’s nothing to explain, even if she dug into it.

“Huh, you don’t have to tell me anyway.”

Janice muttered to the wall.

She had a wrinkle between her eyebrows. It was cute, but wasn’t that a bad habit?

“It was His Royal Prince. But I don’t like his personality.”

How did she know that? I was curious, but Cassion’s matter was more urgent.

“Let’s get out, Janice.”

I opened the door, and there was my future husband in the hallway, right in front of the wooden door.

***

Cassion sighed. He couldn’t take his eyes off where Dyson sat earlier.

His wet eyes and drooping shoulders reminded me of a kitten who had lost its mother.

He looked so pitiful and sad.

“Son of a b*tch.”

But it was only for a moment until his look turned into a nasty predator.

Cassion’s eyes rose eerily.

Various profanities poured out between those red and delicate lips.

“What’s so important about studying?”

Cassion glanced at the books that Dyson had left behind and pushed them under his desk.

He wanted to throw it out of the window, but he didn’t have the energy to do so.

“F*cking weak body!”

Cassion, who was huffing due to anger, was out of breath and laid on the sofa.

What Dyson said was ringing in his ears.

Cassion was sick of the fake worry. He would love to grab Dyson and shake him, but as Dyson said, he was a weakling who couldn’t even lift a sword properly.

Even if he had the power, he wouldn’t have been able to confront Dyson, who kept bothering him.

The result could happen if Dyson, who the King and the Queen favored, and himself, who was abandoned, were evident.

In the end, Cassion could only mumble to himself.

“It’s hard to pretend to be a fool.”