I Will Avoid The Male Lead and Make My Harem - Vol. 5 Chapter 18 - Finding The Missing Tyrant

I Will Avoid The Male Lead And Make A Harem
Vol. 5 Finding The Missing Tyrant Chapter 18

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As promised, Valhail and I met on the bench behind the post.

It was the first time I’d seen him since I’d healed his whipped body and slept in his house.

“How is Lord Crawford doing? Is he all right now?”

“Yeah, my uncle is fine now.”

The case of Cedric, who drank poison and was on the verge of death, was causing quite a stir in the county.

People were even more surprised when he robbed his seat in a day and then got up and rode his horse out.

Cedric’s physical strength is no different from his heyday of going back and forth to the battlefield.

‘Well, he’s still in his mid-30s.’

His face clearly looked younger than his age, and his well-groomed body suggested he was in his late 20s.

People who knew him, on the other hand, couldn’t help but be surprised and think Cedric was much older than his actual age whenever he opened his mouth due to his old-fashioned personality.

“Is the culprit really the Countess?”

I suppose that kind of rumor spread here as well.

It was a natural suspicion for anyone with a brain.

“Well, I’m not sure about that.”

“I heard the temple priest has arrived.”

“Yes, high-priest Franz.”

We were sitting on the bench next to each other.

Valhail sat as far away from me as he could and asked questions one after the other, avoiding my gaze.

‘It seems like he was curious about a lot of things.’

However, it had already spread among the people, and he was aware of it.

After all, I’d been wanting to talk to you for a long time since I last saw you…… That’s all I could deduce from his behavior right now.

“Was it you who called him?”

“Yes, I requested that he heal my uncle.”

“Lord Crawford must have been grateful to you.”

Smirk-

I laughed at his amusing trick.

As I observed while watching it, Valhail only becomes talkative on the day I return to see him after a long absence.

As if he was collecting regrets for the days we couldn’t see each other.

“What did you say? I can’t hear you because you’re too far away.”

It was literally only a meter away.

Of course, even if we were separated by more than a meter, I would be able to hear his voice.

Nonetheless, I shamelessly patted the seat beside me.

“Come closer and tell me.”

Valhail was a bit of a pushover.

He didn’t come closer because he disliked it or felt burdened.

‘He was simply embarrassed.’

I can’t see it because it’s too dark, but I’m sure his ears are red.

“You even slept beside me all night, hugging me tight……”

Why are you being so sly now?

Valhail approached me, sat down, and opened his mouth with difficulty before I finished speaking.

“What happened on that day……”

“Was it a mistake?”

His solemn blue eyes, which had been avoiding me all along, suddenly fixed on me.

“No.”

A heavy low voice sounded pleasant in the night air.

“I don’t make that kind of mistake.”

Valhail’s face was expressionless as he asserted. He is completely sincere.

“It was impolite of me… That’s what I was going to say.”

My mouth corners twitched involuntarily.

The fact that he didn’t have any women and that I was the first person to sleep next to him.

Everything was satisfactory.

I knew I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I couldn’t stop myself.

He thought of me as his only benefactor, and he was a man who could bear to be whipped all over for that reason.

Being special to someone gives you a sense of superiority.

To this person, a sense of superiority that I am before anyone else.

‘Someone hurry up and find this missing tyrant……’

If no one takes him, I may bite and choke him.

Looking at his attractive profile provokes such a desire.

But no one knew as well as I did that when he regained his memory as Valhto Heinrich, he would return to the principality without looking back.

“Valhail.”

As he quietly looked back at me, I imagined a steel helmet shaped like a deer’s horn was placed over his head.

“Perhaps…… Do you remember anything?”

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