I Decided to Kidnap the Male Lead

Chapter 101: Death Hunters (V)

The first sentence of the first page of the document in her hand began with the murder of the next family head by a servant.

Iris.

Huh?

Look at this.

Iris snuggled behind Ophelia and they looked at the papers together. The two of them tilted their heads in the same direction as they skimmed through the last page.

I dont think this is a matter that can be passed off as an accident or personal grudge anymore.

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Iris and Ophelia were about to feel the seriousness of the bloody wind that was happening without a sound in the capital

In a corner of the Marquisate of Sheffield.

What is this?

To the question of the butler in charge of the east wing of the mansion, a servant with eyes exactly like his answered.

This is my letter of recommendation. If the Butler gives permission, I will immediately bring it to the general butler.

However, the east wing butler shook his head.

Its not possible with your recommendation. Its about selecting a servant to go to the main building. Have you forgotten where this is?

If you take a look at it, you will also write a letter of recommendation.

The servant shut his mouth at the sharp gaze of the east wing butler.

Sorry.

The servant lowered his head, but could not hide his dissatisfied expression.

And the east wing butler, who was keenly aware of such a sign, clicked his tongue.

Tsk, I dont know how much you got or what you are supposed to get, but youll get a stomach ache.

Butler.

Theres no point making a face like that.

Ah, Uncle! Its just one employee! Its just someone who will do chores in the kitchen, do you have to be so strict?

How noisy. To want something that he cant do with his ability from the beginning. Stupid thing.

But the servant did not back down. No, he couldnt back down.

Uncle, can we really not do this just once?

The east wing butlers face became serious when he saw his nephew looking desperate; it was beyond just teasing or pampering.

Whats going on?

He put down the papers he was looking at and gestured towards his nephew.

That is

Shouldnt you tell me so I can decide whether or not to help you?

When the east wing butler urged the hesitant servant, the servant confessed the truth in a sinking voice.

I got a lot of money. And besides, I used it too. I cant give it back.

At that, the east wing butler clicked his tongue again, recalling his emergency fund deep in the drawer.

I dont know how much, but Uncle will give you this much. But you know. This is a loan to the end. And how long are you going to do this? Its a love that wont work out

(TL/N: Im assuming uncle thinks his nephew is visiting hostesses or prostitutes.)

Uncle! No, not that.

After taking a deep breath, the servant confessed the real truth.

Its not like that, but the amount received is too large.

At his words that followed, the east wing butlers face completely hardened.

Did you take the money because you thought it made sense?

Sorry. But now that I think about it, it is, what the hell was I on at that time?

Shut up. This cannot be passed on.

Yes?

You, stay still in your room and wait. It could be dangerous, so dont say anything to anyone. Go on a vacation instead.

The person who voluntarily became a victim of human trafficking in order to infiltrate the Marquisate of Sheffield, that was, sold himself, could not even step on the threshold of the marquisate.

However, the east wing butler, who felt uncomfortable with this, eventually went to the general butler.

He was paid that much just for a recommendation?

Yes. He said it didnt even seem like they were lining up with any family.

Its really

Its strange.

Right.

The general butler held the letter of recommendation, pondered for a moment, then nodded.

I have to report it.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the main building of the Marquisate of Sheffields mansion, the siblings energetic shouts were flowing as usual.

Proposal of marriage? A sudden marriage proposal? Are you crazy?

Oh, you are my sister indeed.

Are you crazy! To make Ophelia uncomfortable like that!

Lawrence asked as he firmly pressed down the rambling Catherines head.

Did you know?

What? That youre an asshole?

Uh-uh, just stop there. Not that.

Lawrence took a step back and said, sneaking up on one of the few antique vases left in the world right next to Catherine.

That Lady Bolsheik has someone she loves.

Silence fell throughout the room as Lawrence closed his mouth.

He counted to himself as he hid the vase behind him.

Ten five three, two, one.

What are you talking about again!

Catherine shouted and rose like a storm, and all the tea cups and cushions around her fell to the floor.

Had it been caught up in it, the vase Lawrence had hidden would have lost its legacy.

After rejecting my marriage proposal, she said there was nothing to reconsider, and then she just said that and disappeared. Therefore

You mean you dont know who it is?

Thats right.

Youre useless No, this is not the time! I need to send flowers first! No. What are flowers? Greenhouse! No, I should buy a garden!

Watching the bustling Catherine, Lawrence smiled and said,

You dont even know who the person is. Is it something to simply pass over?

At his words, Catherine stood tall.

Blinking rapidly, she shrugged as she strode towards her brother.

You dont even know who he really is. You just heard that there is someone she loves.

Anyway, youre useless.

Its too much. If it wasnt for me, you wouldnt have known that the Lady Bolsheik is in love eek.

Lowering his head to avoid the flying teacup, Lawrence naturally did not give in and made fun of Catherine.

You

In the midst of the harsh and sharp words.

Tok tok.

Lawrence, who had his back against the door at the sound of a polite knock, quickly grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

Take this!

A cushion flew through the wide open door with Catherines shout, but the butler who was outside the door was very accustomed to dodging flying objects and entered the room.

Excuse me for interrupting your chat, Lord Lawrence and Lady Catherine.

No. You came just at the right time. Whats the matter?

Today, someone decided to fill in the vacant spot in the main building.

Huh?

As Lawrence tilted his head, Catherine burst out from behind him and relentlessly elbowed his side.

I told you last night! A servant whose wife was pregnant said he has to return to his hometown!

Ugh. Okay. You did. Ah, yes.

He couldnt remember it, but the pain in his side was enough to create a memory.

Anyway!

Again, Brother, Brother. Whether or not you enter a dark alley, I will be the one who will enter instead of you when your feet are throbbing.

Im not a fool, and theres no way Im going into a dark alley alone.

The butler skillfully cut off the argument between the two, which was about to resume.

Ive found a lot of strange things about him that Id like to tell you about.

At the butlers calm words, Lawrence and Catherine tilted their heads at the same time.

Strange things?

Yes.

Lawrence and Catherine furrowed their brows, wearing the same confused expressions at the general butlers story.

If its sent from another family, theres no way they would handle it so clumsily.

But, if its not from a different family, why would you bother to let in a servant like this?

The worries of the siblings who inherited the blood of the Sheffield were further amplified by the messenger from the Imperial Palace knocking on the front door of the mansion.

Do not let new servants into the home for the time being?

The crown princes order conveyed by the messenger of the Imperial Palace was very concise, but also very questionable.

Why the hell did the palace interfere with the employment of the servants of the marquisate mansion?

Lawrence and Catherine exchanged glances and then headed to their respective offices.

It was time to find out what the hell was going on.

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After finishing the rough report and discussion of the incident in which a servant killed the head or next head of a family supporting the imperial family

Ophelia left the Imperial Palace earlier than usual.

Dont go.

Because I want to be with you a little longer.

Even if Im looking at you, I miss you, so how can I let you go?

Ophelia.

Ophelia smiled in the most loving way and whispered to Richard, who was holding onto her.

Ill tell my mother.

She did not specify what to say, but Richard had no choice but to let her go.

It was because he remembered what Ophelia had said earlier.

About a son-in-law that her mother acknowledged.

Was it excitement, anxiety, or a mix of other emotions?

It clung to her stomach. Ophelia looked up at her house, where she had finally arrived.

Bolsheik.

How long did it take for her to get used to the name?

If she hadnt been caught in this bondage of infinite regression, she might have been a stranger forever.

Tying her vivid red hair, Ophelia took a deep breath and headed to her mother.

Tok tok.

Come in.

At her mothers permission, Ophelia took several breaths while holding the doorknob before opening the door.

Ophelia barely took a step into the room that was bathed in the scarlet sunset that colored the sky.

Mother.

Ophelia? Youre home early.

Ophelia hesitated when she saw her mother, who, with graceful gestures, immediately dismissed the servants without asking what was going on.

IMPORTANT! Im going on a trip for about 2 weeks. Updates will be as normal as Ill schedule the posts. That being said, it means that you might see broken links in the projects page or in the next button. Rest assured, they are not broken, they will work in due time.

Ame: Lawrence just cant catch a break, whether its Catherine, Richard, or a murderous servant, death is forever looming~

Dea: I hope he will get a nice side story where hes enjoying life, no one is trying to kill him and hopefully he falls in love with a nice person