Imprinted with the Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 39

Chase left the room with Anthony and headed to the second floor. Along the long corridor lined with countless rooms, the place they were looking for came into view. Just then, an attendant who had delivered drinks was coming out of it. Seeing Chase, the attendant quickly bowed and hurried away.

Through the door left slightly ajar, light spilled out, along with voices soaked heavily in alcohol.

“I’m telling you, I feel great now that that damn wench is gone.”

“Nita Grace? You mean that stupid youngest sister?”

Chase’s steps came to an abrupt halt.

Standing rooted to the spot as if frozen for a moment, Chase slowly took a few more steps forward. Then, through the gap in the open door, he looked at the men inside the room.

The Grace family’s young lord whom he had briefly seen on the day of the Imperial Crown Prince’s coming-of-age ceremony. The eldest, Felix Grace, along with three or four of his companions, were there. When Chase glanced back at Anthony, he whispered quietly,

“The second, Carter Grace, is absent.”

Chase faced forward again and looked at Felix once more. The man, with blond hair tied tightly back and sharp, slanted eyes, bore no resemblance to Nita except for the color of his hair.

Chase turned slightly, leaned his back against the wall beside the door, and slipped his hands into his pockets.

“Who are you calling Grace!?”

With the sound of ice clinking, a glass was set down roughly on the table.

“She’s not a Grace. We dumped her in the North and told her we’d kill her if she came back.”

“Dumped her? Didn’t you send her to Grand Duke Heinrich?”

“We did send her, but we just left her near the Grand Duke’s castle and came back. Honestly, I was hoping she’d die along the way, but it seems she made it there just fine.”

“How do you know?”

“Heinrich sent a letter saying he’d send that wench back.”

An irritated voice. Then came the sound of a glass being filled again. With an expressionless face, Chase lowered his gaze and stared at the strip of light stretching across the floor from the gap in the door. Following Felix’s hand movements, a faint black shadow shifted back and forth.

“Then won’t she come back?”

“She can’t. I told her I’d kill her if she did.”

“That’s a bit much for a threat. You’ll get kicked out of the Mage Tower at this rate.”

“Why wouldn’t I? It’s easy. If something happens, I’ll just claim she came back after something went wrong at Heinrich.”

“You’re insane. Against that man? What if you get caught?”

“Then I’ll read the situation, apologize, and move on. At that point, I’ll just send an appropriate mage in her place. Someone sturdy, not weak, but with pitiful purification abilities. Either way, I won’t tolerate that idiot returning to the family.”

Felix drained his glass in one go.

“I’m the future head of the Grace family. Even if I don’t make it to archmage, I’ll at least become the chief administrator of the Mage Tower. A woman like that has no place in the Grace family.”

“I get that she’s a disgrace since she’s incompetent, but that’s still harsh. She’s your youngest sister. Don’t you have any memories with her at all?”

“Memories? Like I’d have anything like that… Ah, now that you mention it, something does come to mind. A few years ago, there was a party for Vivian’s birthday. It was prepared quite lavishly, but that wench had the nerve to be staring at the cake.”

“And then?”

“I told her if she wanted to eat it, she should crawl between my legs.”

“Hahaha! And did she crawl?”

Amid mocking laughter, the sound of alcohol being poured into glasses followed again. The men clinked their cups together and continued their conversation.

“She said she didn’t want to, so I half-forced her to crawl. Didn’t give her the cake though.”

“You bastard.”

“I’m still the nicer one. That Carter brat threw cake right at her face.”

At that moment, Chase, who had been idly running his tongue along the inside of his mouth while listening, suddenly stopped.

Felix’s voice continued.

“I’m not that heartless. I did give her some cake in the end. I threw it on the floor and made her lick it.”

Snickering. Then came the burst of derisive laughter. It was behavior hard to believe had been done to one’s own younger sister. Even after that, the mocking voices continued for a while inside. Felix Grace spoke proudly, as if the vile and merciless violence he had inflicted on Nita were some kind of trophy.