NOVEL NEXT After Resignation, I Refuse the Obsession from the Male Leads
Chapter 29
As tears streamed down her cheeks, he was so surprised that he grabbed her shoulders.
“Lowell?!” “How could you, Senior, do that to me…?” “Huh? Me?” “I, I see scary things, I’m good at spacing out letters, and I write reports on my own.” “Th, that’s right! But…” “I was hit by black magic, and even though I saw something terrifying, I didn’t show it.” “….!” Carlyle’s heart sank at those words. Because of the black magic artifact set off by the guys at the hideout, many people were still suffering. He thought Layla would be fine because she had divine power. On the outside, at least. But was she really okay? ‘They said it was a tool that made you see horrible memories.’ She probably couldn’t show how difficult it was for her, because she was too worried about her younger sibling at the orphanage… Was the burden she had been trying to suppress bursting out due to the alcohol? ‘I should have noticed. It was my fault.’ Carlyle spoke sincerely. “Lowell, you’re truly the best talent. Everything about you is perfect. You’re the most perfect in the world.” “Then, how come I can’t even have one ice cream…?” Layla collapsed onto the floor and choked back tears. “Sob, my life is so miserable…” “Lowell…” “Stuck with a fraudulent contract… What is this… I just wanted to enjoy the good life too…” “….” “Huh, a 3-year slave… a slave can’t even have ice cream…” Carlyle’s mind shattered at his junior’s incessant lament, which seemed like it would end but never did. ‘Yeah. This is my fault.’ Thanks to bringing his junior along, he finally uncovered the behind-the-scenes organization called ‘Ceres.’ However, Carlyle Lupesque, who wouldn’t even buy her ice cream, is a sinner. This is an undeniable fact. Carlyle gently lifted Layla, who was sniffing while sitting on the cold floor, and comforted her. “No, you deserve to eat it. So let’s go buy some right now.” “Sniff, yes.” He looked up at the clock tower anxiously. ‘It’s a close call, but it should be possible, right?’ And once again, Carlyle Lupesque would regret it like crazy. * * * “Your, Your Highness the Great Young Master. What brings you here at this hour…?” “Don’t ask. Did you bring the items?” “Ah, yes!” Cedric snapped out of it and handed over the ‘items.’ ‘I’m glad the Grand Duke’s townhouse wasn’t too far!’ The fresh melon was turned into ice cream parfait using rapid freezing magic, and a cherry was delicately placed on top. Carlyle carefully placed it into Layla’s hands. “Lowell, I brought you the melon flavor you wanted.” “Melon flavor… I really love the melon flavor…” “Yeah, enjoy the melon flavor, Lowell.” The situation was absurd, but it was nice to see his junior eating absentmindedly. ‘I’m glad you’re happy.’ Since joining the department, there hadn’t really been anything to make her happy. Meanwhile, Cedric cautiously asked Carlyle, who was watching Layla. “Um, Great Young Master. Is it okay to invite this person to the Grand Duke’s residence for just one day…?” “Don’t make statements that go against the conduct expected of officials, Larrington.” “Yees, I’m sorry.” “You stay back and follow at a distance.” “Yes, I understand.” Now that he had uncovered the behind-the-scenes organization called Ceres, he needed to prepare even more thoroughly at night. Let’s take his junior back to the dormitory after she finishes her ice cream hangover. ‘I will knock on every door of the staff break room and bring someone back.’ Layla followed him with a more satisfied expression, then pointed at something and shouted. “Wow! It’s a river!” “That’s right, you found it well. It’s the Summersby River in the palace.” Just below the hill where they were standing, the river that surrounded the palace flowed. The scenery was beautiful, but around this time, the water had risen, making it dangerous at night. ‘Ah. Lowell, you shouldn’t misstep.’ She seemed to be walking well now, but she was still drunk. ‘Should I… hold her hand?’ What, when they’re not even engaged? ‘I shouldn’t hold her hand, so maybe I should hold her shoulder?’ Even if it looked a little like taking her in as a prisoner. “Lowell. It might be dangerous, so maybe I should hold your shoulder… Lowell?!” At that moment, Carl realized. A drunk person (20 years old) is no different from a child (5 years old) who lets go of their mother’s hand and runs off to a toy store! In that short moment, Layla was already going down the hill. “Lowell, come back!” However, Layla hummed a song and didn’t even look back at him. Instead, she took each shoe in her hand… Splash! Layla Lowell stepped into the river and began splashing around. “Ahahahaha!” “Lowell! You can’t!” He also hurried into the river. He heard Cedric screaming behind him, but he didn’t care. “Lowell, stay still…!” He roughly pulled Layla into his arms and dragged her out of the river. The sound of water splashing was louder than ever. However, Layla burst into a cheerful laugh and mumbled. “Oh dear, it’s cold again today!” “Lowell, please calm down!” He’ll never do a company dinner again. Carlyle panted, repeating the same thought in his mind hundreds of times. ‘No, I should just take away every drink that touches her lips!’ After finally getting Layla to sit on the bench, she was grinning with a look of utter happiness. “Hehehe. The sky is getting closer.” “….” “It’s so pretty…” “Yeah, the sky…I’m looking at it….” He knelt in front of Layla, his thoughts scattered. What were the basics of drying magic again…? He was so disoriented that he was confused himself… At that moment, Layla tapped his shoulder. “Senior, senior, senior.” “What’s wrong…” “I have a question.” “Hmm?” “Senior, if I die, will you come to my funeral?” At that moment, Carlyle froze as if he had been hit with cold water. The gravestones of the countless people from the Grand Duke’s territory vividly came to mind. “I’m asking… “ The hand shaking his shoulder was persistent, despite lacking strength. Still, when Carlyle’s answer was delayed, Layla quietly looked up at the sky. “Well, it’s fine if I resign anyway.” “Lowell.” “Even if it’s been over eight hours, being together… It doesn’t matter anyway, it’s nothing.” “…It’s not nothing.” Carlyle quietly muttered. He put the shoes he had picked up on Layla’s feet. “Of course, I can’t do this job forever… but after it’s over, we can definitely live and see each other for a long time.” “….” “And didn’t I promise? That I would protect you…” So, the answer to the strange question, “Will you come to my funeral?” is “No.” ‘Lowell won’t die.’ But when he raised his head, Layla Lowell was already fast asleep. “Lowell…?” “Whoo….” “….” ‘Did you not hear anything I said?’ Soon, Cedric came running in from far away. He reported to Carlyle in a choking voice. “Gasp, haah, Great Young Master. I’m sorry to say this, but…” “You don’t have to.” “Ah, yes.” Because Cedric was about to mention that the dormitory curfew had started. Carlyle let out a deep sigh as if the ground had swallowed him up. “Ha… I guess we have to head to the townhouse.” “Great Young Master, I’m sorry, but I have to tell you this.” “What’s going on?” “…Actually, His Excellency the Grand Duke just arrived today.” “….” Carlyle thought once again. That, in many ways, he probably wouldn’t be able to forget this night. * * * …When I opened my eyes one day, I felt as if I had been possessed by a romance fantasy novel. ‘I think I died suddenly in my past life while drinking at a company dinner.’ I would greatly appreciate your continued support by leaving a positive rating on NU so I can continue translating this novel. Thank you.
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