My Lover’s Personality Is A Little Strange - Chapter 36

“….”

 

This time, Theodore’s mouth was shut.

 

He was momentarily stunned and lost his words.

 

“It’s not a crime or breaking the law to have a conversation with Master Benjamin.”

 

She was right. There was nothing wrong with it.

 

“So, can you please leave so we can keep talking?”

 

Yvonne’s answer was so logical that Theodore was even more angry. So he behaved childishly.

 

“This imperial palace is all mine, so why do I have to leave?”

 

“Then we will leave?”

 

This time, Benjamin answered in his characteristic languid voice, and gently wrapped his arm around Yves’s shoulders.

 

Seeing Benjamin’s hand resting on her shoulder, a fire erupted from inside Theodore’s chest.

 

“How dare you, where are you going during work hours?”

 

It was when Theodore muttered sullenly, blocking them with a will to never let them go.

 

“Theo!”

 

Katarina’s voice could be heard from afar.

 

“I think your fiancée is looking for you, Your Majesty. You should go to her.”

 

When Yvonne urged Theodore to go to Katarina quickly, Benjamin laughed at that.

 

Theodore was displeased that the apparently meaningless laughter seemed strangely only to sneer at him.

 

The two left Theodore just like that.

 

“Your Majesty, if you suddenly disappear with such a scary face, people will think there’s something wrong with us…”

 

Theodore, who was standing there blankly, vented his anger on Katarina, who suddenly appeared at the wrong time.

 

“Is it true that Benjamin Ferdinand sent Yves Llewellyn to me because he had a plan?”

 

“What?”

 

Unaware of his anger, Katarina asked back, blinking her eyes.

 

“If he really sent her because of a plan, do you want to take her back…….”

 

Theodore hurriedly turned and walked to the other side. His mind was complicated.

 

***

 

Theodore continued to think for a while.

 

Katarina insisted that Benjamin Ferdinand sent Yves Llewellyn here with bad intentions.

 

He couldn’t believe it, but the traces of black magic found in Yves backed it up.

 

But a while ago, he heard Benjamin wanted to take Yves back. It seemed to be convincing.

 

Why? If they had a plan, why would he try to convince her to take her back?

 

Theodore glanced at Yves Llewellyn, who stood firm by the doorway. After Katarina’s return, Yves reappeared and stood still by the door, rigid like that the whole time.

 

What did she say to Benjamin while he wasn’t there?

 

Would that man try to entice her again by telling her where to live?

 

What did she answer to that man a while ago?

 

“I don’t think he’s a very good guy.”

 

Theodore suddenly thought Benjamin was bad.

 

“Benjamin Ferdinand.”

 

It was a reasonable argument. Wasn’t he the one who sent his lover to the imperial palace for his own plans?

 

“Yes.”

 

But, despite his advice, this arrogant escort was terribly indifferent and only answered briefly.

 

Theodore was angry at Yvonne’s refusal to listen.

 

“Did he urge you to resign?”

 

It was a question that came out of nowhere, but it was a pretty reliable guess.

 

‘Yeah, Yves Llewellyn likes me. You claim that you don’t like me now, but I’ve clearly seen that you like me.’

 

Perhaps Benjamin had sent her here to complete his plan, and he later found out that she had fallen in love with him (Theodore).

 

So he (Benjamin) was going to take her back.

 

Thinking like that, the puzzle pieces that bothered him (Theodore) the whole time seemed to fit perfectly.

 

“No.”

 

Yves Llewellyn answered in a particularly stiff tone.

 

The smell of Benjamin Ferdinand was stronger from her.

 

To be precise, it was the energy of magical power, not body scent. Those who reached a certain level could feel each other’s energy.

 

And the smell of Benjamin’s magical power, which had been faintly felt near her wrist just a moment ago, was now vibrating all over her body.

 

Theodore’s stomach twisted at the heavy smell, as if Yves had become one with Benjamin.

 

‘What the hell did you do to make it smell as strong as that?’

 

As Theodore knew, in order for the smell to become as strong as this…

 

‘No. Probably not.’

 

He erased the thoughts he had been struggling with. He was offended just thinking about it. (*He thinks Ben and Yves might have s*x, that’s why Yves had the strong smell.)

 

‘I guess they just had a long conversation. Maybe that bastard deliberately left a smell to provoke me.’

 

Theodore looked into Yves’ eyes, who no longer looked at him. When he thought that those eyes contained another man, he was beyond angry.

 

Suddenly, he looked at each of her features one by one.

 

Eyes, nose, mouth… All of these features were very pretty. It was natural. Because she looked like Yvonne.

 

‘No. Yvonne must have been prettier if she had grown up.’

 

He recalled for a moment the young Yvonne in his old memory.

 

The moment he first saw that pretty face, he was amazed by ‘how can a person look like this’…

 

‘If it was Yvonne, she must have been much better than that woman….’

 

However, the image of the grown Yvonne in his imagination, Yvonne had the same face as that woman.

 

‘D*mn it.’

 

Is he going crazy? If not, what the hell is this feeling?

 

Theodore got up from his seat.

 

Did Ferdinand do magic tricks on him?

 

He couldn’t admit his feelings and ran outside, leaving Yves Llewellyn behind.

 

***

 

I sat on the tree with Benjamin and watched Theodore’s bedroom lit up.

 

I don’t even know his heart anymore.

 

He got angry, then harassed, despised, obsessed, then got angry again….

 

‘It’s useless for a normal person to try to understand a crazy person anyway.’

 

After all, I would never see him again after I left.

 

Still, thanks to Katarina’s visit today, I could meet Benjamin and finalized the rest of my plans.

 

Theodore had no intention of accepting my resignation letter, and I was going to avoid him and go somewhere I would never see him again with perfect death.

 

After all, no matter what anyone says, wouldn’t it be most certain to die right in front of him?

 

Of course, it would be difficult to deceive Theodore, so I would disguise my death in front of others.

 

On the other hand, there was a reason I didn’t want to show my death once again to him, who had suffered from the death of Yvonne Chernicia a long time ago.

 

Although, unlike Theodore I loved, Theodore, who has lost his personality and his memory, probably wouldn’t blink an eye even in my death, but still…

 

***

 

The day before the engagement of Theodore and Katarina, the imperial palace was in a festive mood.

 

I went to Ernst to say my final goodbyes. I felt bad, but Ernst was also one of the targets I had to deceive.

 

“Huh? Hey.”

 

Ernst, who found me, asked in amazement.

 

“Why are you here?”

 

“Why? Can’t I be here?”

 

“Yes, of course…but it’s strange.”

 

Ernst tilted his head and murmured.

 

“I just went to visit brother Theodore, and I heard you will be out of the Imperial Palace tomorrow to escort Miss Katarina…”

 

I stared at Ernst.

 

It would be a big deal if I let this innocent and kind man know about my runaway, and perhaps it would get into Theodore’s ears.

 

“Have you not heard from Chernicia?”

 

I asked as if this was the purpose of my visit.

 

“Yeah… But Yves, do you really don’t want to leave with me? I went to brother Theodore to get that permission.”

 

I felt Ernst glancing at my stomach.

 

“You can’t stay in the Imperial Palace.”

 

“Yes, you are right. The baby will be born soon, and it will take a lot of work.”

 

“So, come with me.”

 

Thankfully, he no longer asked useless questions like who the child’s father was.

 

However he suggested again that I should leave the palace with him.

 

“So, did you get His Majesty’s permission?”

 

“No….”

 

Ernst answered my question in a melancholy voice and bowed his head.

 

“I think brother Theodore has gotten more strange. I said I wanted to take you out of the palace, but he suddenly got angry and kicked me out.”

 

“This isn’t the first time His Majesty’s personality has been strange.”

 

“But…..”

 

“His Majesty won’t allow it, so how are you going to get out of here?”

 

When I responded calmly, he made a more resentful expression than I did.

 

“Now you have to be careful about your health more than ever, but you have to escort that woman. This is absolutely outrageous!”

 

I smiled briefly at the sight of him getting angry on my behalf.

 

“Why are you smiling?”

 

“Just, thank you.”

 

I was just grateful to him, despite the way he spoke that seemed to criticize whether this was something to laugh at.

 

And I felt sorry at the same time.

 

For some reason, I felt that this emotional friend would be very sad about my death…

 

Because Ernst was a crybaby….

 

“Ernst. You have to live well without me.”

 

I said stroking his head. Then he pouted his lips, telling me not to talk like someone who would leave soon.

 

Does Ernst know that this is our last greeting?

 

***