This Time, I Became the Fiance of a Duke’s Daughter. But She is Rumored to have Bad Personality, and Ten Years Older

"No, Jared! Don't ask."

Olivier hugs Jared in his arms to hide him so he doesn't let him hear Wahash.

The head of Vault Toyfel goes on to say the words without worrying about her actions or anything else.

"Even if Jared doesn't help me, the results won't change. Everything that drove Liz to death, it kills her."

Karina kneels powerless, and Loyk holds her mother's shoulder. Johann is speechlessly desperate for the feeling of being unable to forgive Annette, the cause of the late Liz's suicide, and the reality that she is going to be murdered by Wahash, including her children.

"What do we do, Jared? With me, will you clear my mother's thoughts?

"Please don't!

"Olivier Alway.This is between me and Jared. No matter how many fiancées you have, don't pinch your mouth."

Even as his breathing stops when he is shot out by sharp eyes, Olivier glances at Wahash, who seduces the devil without cowering.

"No, I don't think so. As Jared's fiancée, I can't let him be a vengeful man."

Jared, who once resented his father and wanted revenge, did not fulfill it. I don't know more about why he changed his mind. But I was relieved to be a revenger and not to have my real father in my hands.

As a result, it would be unacceptable, but it was only today that my father could know that Jared had been loved. If he had taken revenge and taken Johan's life, Jared would have been more shocked than he is now.

I'm not going to say beautiful things about not killing people. Olivier, too, has done dirty things before. I couldn't be proud of myself. I did it again and again. There was a reason, but you can't be forgiven.

The same goes for Annette. Even Olivier wants to kill the woman who created the cause of death for the mother of the one she loves, if she's allowed to. Jared, my son, would think more than himself.

But I don't want Jared to get his hands dirty for such a woman. With the means at its disposal, punishment will be given. I don't know if it's going to be a death sentence, but it's clear that it's going to be a serious offense. When pride is high, human beings, as you can see from just a few minutes of contact, know that there is a heavier sin than death.

Then no matter how much vengeance, Jared will never stain his hands in revenge.

"Hmm. You're telling me not to take my mother's revenge while I use Jared to get rid of Cornelia Alway, who harmed my mother?

"- Ha. My mother and I were after our lives, so we just swung away the imminent danger. Don't say it like you used Jared."

Sure, putting Jared for my mother and myself - not that I didn't think of it that way at first. But I didn't. My father seemed to have thoughts, but still didn't want to 'use' them.

I abhor Wahash for making a statement that could create a misunderstanding.

"Are you sure revenge is what this is all about?

I don't care anymore that the other person is Jared's grandfather, I ask without using any respectful language.

"It's an interesting question. Go on."

"I can understand targeting Annette Pudge and Viscount Pudge. Yeah, what I did that could only have been killed. But killing Jared's siblings and cousins - that's just eight."

To Olivier's point,

"I think so."

Wahash affirmed quietly, without anger or roughing up his voice.

"Maybe it does hit eight. I've lived long too, but I'm immature. I'm not tolerant enough to forgive the people who created the cause of my daughter's own loss of life."

I can understand your mood.

If Olivier is in Wahash's shoes and my mother, not my daughter, commits suicide, I can never forgive her for being the culprit.

But I don't think you should involve Jared in that revenge play.

Honestly, it may seem that way because it's only imagination, not party. But I don't want Jared involved in how much Wahash is my grandfather, and everything he's saying is true, and the people to avenge were Annettes.

The only reason I regret it later is because it's Jared who has nothing else to do with it.

"Of course, with my head, I know Annette Padge's kids have nothing to do with it. But there's also the question of whether it really is. The children inherit her bad parts. Then who can say that I won't do the same thing with my mother in the future?

"It's..."

"I don't mind, for example, if I can revamp like your sister, Emilia Alway. But Annette's kids don't see any signs of it"

"That's why!

"Then why don't we ask? In the future, let's say you are having a happy day with Jared. Is there a guarantee that that routine will not be broken by Annette's children?

"When I say that, I can't do anything. Because the future is undecided!

"That's right. I haven't decided. I may be wrong. But you might be right. If you don't know, you want to keep all your worries out of it. I'm not telling you to understand. I'm not even going to tell you to shut up. If you don't want Jared involved, that's fine. But... stay out of my way."

After unprecedented intimidation, Olivier's breathing stopped this time.

I can't breathe when I open my mouth, like I've been dropped in the water.

Still, staring at Wahash in the mood for something to lose will lose power from a body that is running out of oxygen.

Threaten, or will they kill you without allowing you to breathe like this?

In Olivier's arms, anxious, Jared moved.

"Get there."

Quiet, but insured voices are released, wooden spirits.

For a moment, Jared disappears from his arms and Olivier's vision darkens. Turns out he covered his eyes with his hands because he felt his temperature and breath coming from behind him.

"It's okay, Olivier. Turn your consciousness to me. Yes, close your mouth slowly, open it again, yes, breathe"

In line with Jared's words, when he sought oxygen again, he breathed strangely firmly. The sense of intimidation emanating from Wahash disappears, and the body feels lighter.

"I'm sorry. I just don't deserve it."

When his hands are removed and his vision is opened, Jared, who raises his head, appears in his eyes.

He stood as he stood between Olivier and Wahash and became a wall.

"Thank you for protecting me all the time. It's okay now."

Jared, suffering from a wave of pushing facts, stood on his own feet and glanced at Wahash.