I Bought the Villains With Money - CH 8.1

“A-Ah…”

A weak sound could be heard, confirming Cassion was alive. I opened my eyes at the slight sound.

“Your highness!”

‘·····He’s alive.’

Another sound came out from his dry lips, whether a sigh of relief, despair, or dissatisfaction.

The sound didn’t fit well for an 11-years-old boy.

“Do you want some water”?

I poured out the water even before I got his answer.

Then, one of the Irenberg’s servants picked him up. He sat Cassion up against the hard bedhead and prepared a soft cushion behind his back.

While she was doing it, his eyes started to focus.

“This is Irenberg’s servant, Pollock. Pollock will be on your side from now on.”

Pollock bowed to Cassion.

Cassion eyed Pollock and me suspiciously.

I waved the glass filled with water in my hand as if telling him to hurry and take it, but he just stared at it.

“What are you doing?”

When I tried to hand a cup of water to him, he raised his hand and picked the cup.

However, his powerless hand failed to fulfill its purpose and held my wrist helplessly instead and fell. Cassion couldn’t even hold my wrist properly.

“Pollock, leave the room. Janice, you too.”

After the two went out, Cassion and I looked at each other and remained silent.

When the silence became heavy, Cassion rolled his red eyes to look at the room, and he raised his eyebrows.

Did he notice?

Thanks to the subtle light, I could see more clearly that Cassion’s changing room appeared to be white.

The room was clean, his desk filled with everything he needed, and his opened closet filled with neatly organized clothes.

As I tried to tidy up Cassion’s changing room, I was worried that Dyson would come and make a fuss when he saw me in Cassion’s room.

Still, Cassion’s room was not in good condition.

It was not suitable for a child to live healthily; It was a rather harsh one for a patient like Cassion.

‘Because Dyson didn’t visit this palace often.’

In the past, Dyson used to tell me after meeting Cassion.

Come to think of it, his visit cycle was quite long.

Since Dyson came today, he wouldn’t come to visit Cassion for a while.

‘It’d be better if Cassion could rest comfortably for a little more.’

We could fix the room to its original state by the time Dyson got here.

That’s why I didn’t throw away the things scattered around in Cassion’s room and instead piled them on one side.

“What do you think, Your Highness?”

“W-What are you…”

Cassion asked the question with a blank face as if he was still dreaming.

“You’re not curious about my name, so you must be wondering why I am being nice to you.”

“Is this your way to be nice to me?”

“Of course. I will take care of you who are sick, buy you necessary things, and help you to avenge your revenge in the future.”‘

“What? Cough.”

Cassion’s voice rose. Then he coughed.

I quickly offered him a cup of water.

He must be thirsty because he slept for quite a while with a fever. It was natural for an average person to cough because he talked before even drinking any sip of water.

Cassion held his chest and coughed for a long time and eventually took the water I gave him.

Gulp, gulp.

He emptied the water like someone who was in the desert for a few days.

Cassion stared at me as he put down the glass loudly.

His eyes were quite fierce.

“Please don’t look at me like that. I want to get along well with someone who will become my husband.”

Cassion shook his head and lay down as if he didn’t want to talk with me anymore.

He was quite surprised by the word revenge, but he wasn’t surprised by the word husband, so he probably didn’t hear it properly.

I said while pulling the blanket up to his chin.

“You can listen to what I have to say while lying down, Your Highness.”

“The late Duke Irenberg in the sky must be very sad. His daughter, who is going to succeed the family, went crazy.”

If it wasn’t because he was sick, I could knock some sense into him.

Cassion had a habit of cutting people with his words. If I were to marry him, I would have to change his wrong way of talking.

“I wonder which one is sadder, for his child to go crazy or to be crushed like a bug by her own family? What if Your Highness’ daughter is abandoned? If I were my dad, the latter would be sadder.”

Cassion, who was wriggling under the blanket, stopped moving.

His eyes became sharp.

He looked into my darkened expression for a long time. And a while later, he wet his dry lips with his tongue and said.

“Is your uncle the problem?”

Cassion was smart.

Just by listening to me, he saw through the situation of my family accurately. He skipped a few steps to get to the heart of my problem.

“That’s right. That’s why I came here.”

“Why?”

However, even though he is smart, he looks a little slow. He asked like he had no idea why I came to him.

“I need a husband.”

“Who? You?”

I nodded.

“Sure, congratulations on your wedding. Do you need a witness?”

“No, I need a marriage partner. I’m going to marry Your Highness. Let’s get the congratulations together. The witness should be His Majesty, right?”

Cassion hardened like a stone.

Cassion, who was looking at the ceiling, turned his head toward me. Whenever he moved, I felt like I could hear the sound of the wooden doll moving.

His cracking joint.

He must have been shocked.

“You’re gone crazy, aren’t you?”

With a ridiculous expression, he spit out words that were as harsh as his chapped lips.

It would be natural to be rejected.