I Will Avoid The Male Lead and Make My Harem - Vol. 10 Chapter 3 - Reunion of the separated families

I Will Avoid the Male Lead and Make a Harem
Vol. 10: Reunion of the separated families
Chapter 03

Oh, look at this guy.

Seeing his confident gaze, I slipped one of my legs in the air onto his thick waist.

“Are you good at it?”

The subject has been omitted, but now Valhail will know what kind of question it is.

He suddenly frowned and glanced down at my white thighs that were touching his waist.

His iron-clad chest fluttered as he breathed in deeply.

I found it interesting that even a slight stimulation would bring back a large response, so I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“I wonder how good you are……”

Perhaps feeling the soft touch, he closed his eyes as if holding back his reasoning.

In time, he looked back at me again with his brows furrowed.

The moment our eyes met at a distance, I folded my eyes and laughed.

Whether he knew I was making fun of him, Valhail eventually got up first.

“…… You just keep teasing me.”

After sitting me down properly, he sat down in the chair and let out a long sigh.

“Whoo……”

Yeah, yeah. Life is truly hard, isn’t it?

As I was looking at the cute figure with my chin on my palm, I flapped my toes like a habit.

“But who told you that?”

Pause.

It was a light question, but Valhail was visibly hardened.

A look of bewilderment passed through the blue eyes that stared straight ahead without seeing me.

Well, that’s definitely a suspicious response.

Somehow I felt like he wouldn’t tell me a thing about the topic. Yet, don’t you know it makes me want to dig more?

“The person who said that is probably someone who has done something with you physically, right?”

I scratched him gently to make him confess.

“I’m quite curious what that woman has done with you.”

When I stabbed him with words, he came to his senses later and looked back at me as if he was surprised.

“I hate having something that has been touched by others……”

It was a small, whispering voice, like talking to myself, but Valhail must have heard it. His ears must be focused on me.

“Selina.”

Unsurprisingly, Valhail opened his mouth with a face that became more urgent than ever before.

“The one who said that to me……”

Now he was telling me. It felt like the content was so heavy that he couldn’t say it easily.

“He was my swordsman master.”

It’s about his past.

I poked up my ears, wondering if it was Valhto Heinrich’s memory.

“Of course, my master was a man.”

“Of course, the swordsman master could have been a woman, too.”

“I meant that the only person who was close enough to talk to me like that was a man.”

I just listened to him with my chin lifted with a face of no slight doubt.

“There’s no woman I’ve been close enough to talk to, not even once. Only you…… Even this kind of contact……”

I thought meaningless excuses would continue, so I cut off the middle of his words and intervened.

“It’s surprising that you learned swordsmanship from a teacher.”

“How come.”

“I thought you would have done well since you were born.”

He looked at me as if he was embarrassed and opened his mouth cautiously.

“I heard I have a natural talent. Anyway……”

As I stared with interest, he blurted out his words.

Then he completely changed the subject.

“The Countess told me to find the painter’s son.”

“……”

“But he wasn’t at his home.”

What the hell? It was too obvious.

‘’Are you kidding me?’

It was so absurd that I laughed out loud.

On the other hand, I felt sorry for Valhail because he seemed to be nervous about my reaction, even though he was so embarrassed.

“I hear his son is the real painter who painted your portrait.”

Valhail’s intention to change the subject was so obvious that I decided to ignore it.

“I didn’t think it was a lie.”

“That’s right. Though he’s not his son, the boy he took is the real painter.”

Valhail reported to Camilla that he had gone to the house Isaac had told him about and found traces of the remaining garlands and paintings.

“So she told me to stay and find the boy.”

So Camilla decided not to take Valhail to the capital.

An artist who paints a painting worth 100 million won per piece.

If my portrait makes headlines in the capital, it will become a goose that lays golden eggs in the future.

So she has to get the boy.

“That’s fortunate.”

Nodding, I smiled and told the truth.

“The boy at your house.”

Valhail hesitated for a moment. I guessed he thought I didn’t know who the boy was.

“We can send a letter by the time Mother arrives in the capital. That you found the boy.”

How happy will Camilla be?

Her face, which would already be smiling brightly after receiving the letter, seemed to be drawn in front of my eyes.

“The name is Alphonse. It’s cute, isn’t it?”

Valhail looked at me bewildered as if asking how the hell did I know that.

I turned my head and stared out the door, pretending not to know.

“That’s what William said. Isaac’s hand… was not the hand holding the brush.”

Indeed, William had told me that.

The time when he first met Isaac and followed him.

He probably did it because he didn’t like my interest in the painter.

‘Our Husky is very jealous.’

When I stared out the door with a lovely look, Valhail, who was staring at me, tapped the table with his fingertips.

Tap, tap-

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