The Devilish Duke Can’t Sleep

Small and Unattractive

“Duke of Luave! Please listen to me just once, just once!”

A large carriage running down the street suddenly stopped because of a young lady who suddenly jumped in.
It was the coachman and the escort knights that were troubled because of the lady’s reckless disturbance to meet the man in the carriage and wouldn’t listen when told to move.

The person was the 18-year-old daughter of Viscount Horace, who has recently been expanding her range of activities.
In addition, she pointed a small dagger to her neck, and sobbed, saying that if he ignores her and passes by like this, she will kill herself on the spot.

“What should I do, Your Excellency?”

He carefully asked the man in the carriage for his opinion.
But the man at the center of this dramatic event didn’t look too surprised or embarrassed.
He only let out a quick sigh.”

“It was quiet for a while…… I know obviously what you’re going to say, but it would be quicker if we met for a while.”

He nodded to the man, and the lady, who was making a fuss, was able to meet the man sitting in the carriage as she wished.
However, even though she had made a big fuss and met the man’s face, she couldn’t speak properly.

Dark hair as if it was cut from chestnuts, dark eyebrows sharply extended upwards and mysterious ruby-colored eyes shining beneath them, a sharp nose with no curves, smooth and plump lips, a solid and stretched body as if it was the image of a male god, and a languid arrogant attitude…… He was far more captivating than what was seen from afar.

“Du, Duke of Luave…… !”

“State your business.”

“Aaahh…… ! Duke of Luave…… !”

Looking at the delicate, flowery girl who longed for him with possessed eyes and called only his name in a trembling voice, no sympathy or even a pity appeared on the man’s face.

“Is that all you have to say?”

When he tried to close the carriage door as if he had been bothered, the woman came to her senses and hung on the carriage door.
Then she trembled all over her body and confessed her sorrowful love.

“I love you! I love you with my all.
It doesn’t matter if I become the Duke’s mistress, please……!”

It would be a huge shame for a young lady of a powerful Viscount to cling on becoming a mistress with her own mouth, but she seemed to have no qualms.
And the man who heard that wasn’t too impressed.
Rather, he looked down at her with contemptuous eyes.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.
On your way back, buy a purification potion from the temple.”

“If you don’t accept my love, I will die!”

At the man’s indifferent attitude, the woman suddenly changed her attitude and screamed.
But the man still snorted indifferently.

“To threaten someone you love, that’s a great love.”

“I’m not kidding! Oh, please come to Erne’s temple tonight.
There I will swear my eternal love to the Duke.
If you don’t come……You will see my body tomorrow.”

“Looks like we’re done talking.
I’m a little busy, let’s stop.”

The man slammed the carriage door in front of the woman’s nose and slammed the carriage wall next to him.
Then the carriage began to run forward, leaving the weeping woman behind.

“Are you alright?”

“Why would it not be alright? It’s not a day or two.”

Arthur Higgings, the butler of the Duchy of Louab, who carefully watched the man, relaxed his stiff shoulders when his master showed no sign of agitation.
But he couldn’t even erase his complicated mind.
It’s been 16 years since he was seven years old, when he should still be innocent, as his master continued to suffer from a bitter love affair.

“Arthur.”

A low, dry voice woke him up with a serious expression.

“Yes, sir.”

“Don’t worry too much.
It’s not something you’re going to be able to solve.”

“I’m sorry.”

Kahel Luave, who had suffered a lot until he became indifferent to the confessions of love mixed with madness for himself, ignored it, thinking that this too was just a usual happening.
At the time, he could not have imagined how this small event would change his life.

* * *

‘The weather will be nice today! I’m really happy.’

Lena smiled broadly as she breathed in the fading air of dawn.
A person who has never worked with their skirt fluttering wet and heavy on a rainy day will not know the gratitude for sunny weather.
When the weather is nice, it’s easy to work and the herbs dry well, so Lena would breathe in the air outside the window when she wakes up in the morning and check the weather first.

Unlike the past few days when the clouds were overcast, the sun seemed to be shining today.
The sky was still dark, but there were hardly any clouds.
Laying the old duvet on the hard wooden bed, combing her frizzy brown hair and braiding it in a flash, Lena looked at her face in the broken mirror hanging on her wall.
She opened her eyes.