For Sale: Male Lead, Obsession Included - Chapter 151

“You! How many times did I tell you not to look at the Young Duke! Why don’t you listen! Good grief! Because of you, I…”

“Waaah!”

Once Declan left, the woman standing beside the little kid sank weakly to the ground and swept a hand over her chest. With a face so young I couldn’t tell whether she was the little kid’s older sister or mother, the woman slapped the child’s round little bottom and spoke in a stern voice.

“What did I tell you would happen if you carelessly stared at the face of someone so high-ranking, huh!”

“Waaah! Th-They’ll drag me away…”

“If you know that, then why!”

The woman, who had raised her voice to the fullest, finally let her own face crumple as she hugged the little kid. The child’s round cheeks were a mess of tears.

Was it thanks to that? The attention that had been focused on me at first was now concentrated on the little kid and the woman holding the child.

“Oh dear, Missus. That was almost a disaster. It’s a thousand blessings that the Young Duke is more generous than the rumors say. Otherwise…”

“Y-Yes, that’s right. It really is a relief.”

So she was the mother.

After looking at the crowd surrounding the child’s mother and praising Declan, I whipped my head around to look at Feyden.

“Feyden!”

“What.”

“Why won’t you do something even that little kid knows to do?”

“Do what.”

“I’m asking why you didn’t lower your head! Do you have any idea how much my heart was in my throat because of you, Feyden?”

Just as everyone had said in unison that it was a relief Declan was generous, staring directly at a high noble’s face was considered a serious offense.

Even though there was no way he didn’t know that, he had stared boldly at Declan’s face earlier. No. He had stared as if he was displeased. When I remembered that Feyden, heat suddenly surged up in me even more.

“I don’t like that bastard.”

“……! Are you insane!”

Feyden’s brow furrowed sharply. I didn’t even have time to wonder what he didn’t like about Declan. I hurriedly covered Feyden’s mouth with my hand because he was cursing Declan so refreshingly in a place with so many ears listening.

“Are you crazy enough to want to die?”

I whispered lowly while watching other people’s reactions. Then Feyden roughly pulled my hand away and stared at me sullenly.

“From all the way over there, he was only looking at you. That black-haired bastard.”

“……”

“What is it? What’s your relationship?”

“……”

“Seeing as you can’t answer, that means there really is something.”

“Follow me first.”

If we talked any more here, I felt like our heads would be cut off in one stroke for insulting a noble. I quickly dragged Feyden away and led him somewhere secluded, then stood in front of him and placed my hands on my waist.

“You misunderstood, Feyden.”

“Like hell I misunderstood.”

“Seriously…!”

“That guy we met in the duchy a few years ago, that’s him, isn’t it?”

Feyden asked me in a tone full of certainty. He was talking about the boy Ariel had brought back like a tail after going out to buy me cherry pie.

Back then, Declan had even used a magic tool to change his appearance, and yet it took only one look for Feyden to see through Declan, even after he had changed beyond recognition after several years from a boy to a young man.

“……”

Was an assassin’s intuition not something to be underestimated?

There wasn’t a single clue that could have led him to guess he was the boy from back then, so how did he figure it out? Even his voice was completely different.

I had been about to snap angrily at Feyden, but after he beat me to the punch, all I could do was mumble with my lips.

I wanted to say no, but Feyden had already become someone precious to me, and I didn’t want to go out of my way to lie to him.

“So I’m right.”

Feyden strode closer, casting a large shadow over me. His sharp eyes lifted even more fiercely. At his tone, as if he were interrogating a criminal, I gulped down dryly.

“What kind of connection do you have with Young Duke Ragnar? Back then, you were dressed like a beggar, but I wondered why you had so much money. Don’t tell me you got it from that man?”

“Feyden.”

“Don’t even think about changing the subject. I asked what your relationship is.”

“Why are you digging into it so persistently? Didn’t wanting to dig into my past end after you apologized to me?”

Feyden roughly swept back his curly hair. It seemed he had belatedly noticed how cold my face had become in an instant.

Feyden, who had been acting scary enough to grab me by the collar any moment, let out a long sigh.

“What I meant was, that’s not it… ha.”

“Then what?”

“Back then in front of the inn, and just now too…”

“Yes.”

“Every time that bastard looks at you, his eyes go crazy… so I was worried. Worried.”

What do you mean, his eyes go crazy?

I lowered the hands I had placed on my waist and tilted my head to the side.

“What are you talking about?”

“There’s such a thing. Anyway, that bastard isn’t normal.”

Mm. I completely agree that Declan isn’t normal.

After all, wasn’t even the title of the original work ‘I Will Become the Owner of That Collar’? The one trying to become the owner here wasn’t Declan. On the contrary, Declan was the one wearing that collar.