IHMEB - Chapter 88 < The Pleasure Of Catching Prey >




“You know we haven’t even started yet, right?”

Claudel's body shrank under his earnest gaze.

Kaian thought that he should not teach Claudel how to hunt, if nothing else.

These days, more and more ladies enjoy horseback riding and hunting, but he didn't want his wife to know the pleasure it gave her when she turned around and caught a game that was trying to run away.

Anything that comes easily to hand quickly becomes boring.

However, his relationship with Claudel was full of difficulties from the beginning.

From the reason he got married to the fact that his partner is the daughter of an enemy family.

Was that why? 

The reason he keeps becoming obsessed with her.

Kaian mocked himself.

Claudel said she wanted to be obsessed with him, but Kaian was obsessed with her from the start and was persistent. Even though he's obsessed with her, she still doesn't know it. That part of Claudel always motivated him more.

He always treated Claudel as 'a natural thing for the Duchess of Temnes'.

'There's no way you would know since you just became a Duchess,' but he passed it on.

He couldn't help but realize that he was falling for her.

“Kaian.”

The sound of her voice calling to him was a signal.

He was ready to pounce at any time.

Mixed breaths squeezed the gap between the sticky lips.

In the meantime, every time the name Claudel or Kaian was called, it was completely crushed.

But even at such moments, Kaian did not forget her goodness.

He was busy coaxing and comforting her weak body, which seemed to be able to twist his neck with one hand, and distilling the ferocious excitement.

'I want you to leave a lip mark.'

He vaguely thought it was possible for a woman in the Duchess's chair to beg him to buy her jewelry or a dress or to ask for more money to spend on household chores.

The woman who became the Duchess of Temnes was truly an unexpected person.

'This is a big deal.'

Kaian used to think that those who were extremely devoted to their wives were unsavory.

But now he was on the verge of doing that.

“Kaian.”

The name mixed in with his heavy breathing was sweet every time he heard it.

If you were lucky enough to stay in a village where you could avoid the wind and rain on the battlefield, there would be a lot of anger between the soldiers and the women in the bar.

When the drunk guys crawled out of bed in the morning, the women who had spent the night were embarrassed.

Her neck had turned blue with a sleepy handprint, and her face was swollen as if she had been slapped. Even though it was all buttoned up, there was a bruise on the nape of her neck that looked like it had been bitten by his teeth.

Kaian couldn't imagine Claudel looking like that.

She shouldn't have been hurt by his violent treatment by his own hand.

It felt like something absolutely impossible.

“Claudel.”

As he whispered the name that brought joy and delight into his little fluffy ear, he suddenly remembered the unfinished conversation from earlier.

'So, did you call Valquiterre 'Bark'?'

'Yes. He told me not to do it when other people are around, but to call him when I feel comfortable.'

‘It’s a big deal. He is the type of person who rarely gives up his side.'

'He was very kind to me.'


It was by chance that he saw her calling Valquiterre ‘Bark’.

Claudel takes off the coat and cape he gave her and goes for a walk. Holderlay Round is an open terrain, so there was nothing to block the winter wind, so it quickly got cold if you stayed outside for a while.

He turned around on his way to the place where the nobles were gathered, went to the tent, took Claudel's clothes, and returned the way he came.

'Thank you, Bark.'

Long after his marriage, the smile that was only seen after the illness was cured was turned to Valquiterre.

'Is Bark his childhood name?'

'Yes.'

'I thought you didn't call me that anymore, so I was going to ask you later. How about you?'


Bark was not Valquiterre's nickname.

Valquiterre is just Valquiterre.

Kaian has never had a nickname.

They were perfectly raised successors.

They were people who were never called anything other than that name since birth.

However, Kaian wondered why Valquiterre was so generous to Claudel, whom he had only met for the second time.

'Even if it's my wife, it's the same.'

Even to his younger sister, Bianque, he was not a soft and giving brother.

In some ways, Bianque's shitty personality could have been due to Valquiterre being overly strict and not leaving much room. Since she doesn't have the courage to coax or accept anything, it just ends up being a case of anger.

Valquiterre's behavior is different from usual.

He didn't really want to tell Claudel that he was treating her in a special way.

'I'm the only one who's special.'

Everything about his wife, even the smallest thing that could be given meaning, was Kaian's share.

"Sorry."

Claudel, trembling in his arms, pleaded with a trembling voice.

“I won’t beg you to do that.”

Even though he doesn't know what to do with the pleasure she can't handle, she seems to think she's going to get scolded for going against his wishes.

“You do whatever you want.”

But he wasn't scolding her.

“I’m just teaching you what kind of person your husband is.”

If only she had known how obsessed he could be without leaving a painful mark on Claudel's body.

How very persistent her husband is.

Kaian gave her a long kiss.

***

The culmination of the King's Birthday celebrations was a ball held in the royal castle.

A social gathering of nobles was scheduled to gather in the capital around the young King's birthday, and a ball was held on the day the noble King was born.

The nobles, decked out in colorful dresses and transformed into living flowers, were literally offering the world's most extravagant bouquets to their dignity.

Usually, money and time are needed just to choose a place to stay in the capital and to match the attire of a noble couple attending a royal ball, so it was decided quite early on whether or not to go to the capital for the King's Birthday celebration.

When the country was in a state of emergency due to war, the ball was not held to mourn the death of Queen Silvia.

The kingdom of Oberon won the war and reaped the spoils, and as Valquiterre's reign entered a stable period, royal events were revived again, and the King's birthday returned for the third time this year.

Aristocratic parents with daughters eagerly waited for the ball, thinking that this would be the time for the unmarried King to welcome his Queen, while those who were not interested in royal weddings were slowly losing interest in attending, thinking about not going this year.

However, due to an unexpected event, the number of people who wanted to attend increased and only the workers of the capital died.

One of the reasons was that the King sent a letter to the Duke of Vermont, the ruler of the North, and personally invited him to the royal palace.

On the surface, it was an invitation to the Duke of Vermont, but in reality, it was to invite his daughter, Princess Irena, who was called the jewel of the North, to the royal palace.

As a result, the girls who had been hoping to make a mark on Valquiterre on the day of the ball were so disappointed that they canceled the dresses they had ordered, causing an outcry in the capital's wardrobe.

Since Vermont had rarely been active in the capital's social circles since the founding of the Kingdom of Oberon, the prevailing opinion was that 'it would be quite a spectacle to even see red hair at a ball.'

However, when news broke that the Duke of Temnes, who had only been rumored to have married her by order of the King, would attend with his Duchess, the capital was turned upside down.

That was the mind of an ordinary person.

His Majesty the King seems like a distant being that cannot be reached, and the pressure and burden of being Queen is not easy.

Wouldn't the Duke of Temnes, who is young and handsome and possesses great spirit, be worthy of courting her? They think that's relatively true.

Therefore, many people were skeptical about the fact that Kaian received the King's order to go to Valmonde's estate and get married.

There is no way that Temnes went to Valmonde, in the middle of the enemy lines.

There is no way that Vermont would have sent Temnes' son-in-law out of the castle alive.

They couldn't have married into an enemy family.

Even if they were married, something would have happened long ago, whether Vermont poisoned Temnes or Temnes stabbed Vermont to death.

It was mostly negative content.

There is no way the Duke of Temnes is married.

There were also some who did not want to believe in the fact of marriage itself.

Anyway, they said they would go beyond all the rumors and show their faces in the social world, and after that, there was an uproar, including re-ordering the canceled dress and preparing to go to the capital.

The Duke of Temnes, who sat in the most expensive box seat while the masterpiece produced by the capital's performing arts scene, 'The Revenge of Karl Hamelin', was performed without even having to go to the ball, kissed the Duchess throughout the climax?

There were so many eyewitnesses that once again the capital's society was turned upside down, and the lead actor who played the role of Karl Hamelin, who heard the rumor, was hurt and doubted his qualifications for leading the role. He is said to have declared his period of rest and left the capital.

Red hair!

It would be nice to actually see Vermont just once!

Those who had arrived late at the hunting party in anticipation of this were shocked to learn that the Duke and Duchess of Temnes, who had made a brief appearance the day before, had hurriedly returned to the capital mansion due to the Duchess's health.

In the end, the only way to see them is at the royal ball.

Vermont has become the nucleus of the capital's social scene this season.

Claudel, unaware of that fact, was immersed in happiness.

Madame Marcel's dress was definitely eye-catching and extravagant.

Claudel, who had already realized her skills at the Estate Festival, pleased Madame Marcel by obediently cooperating with her wearing heavy makeup, which she thought 'I don't think would suit me.'

Kaian also looked quite satisfied when he saw her finished dressing up.

“It’s the best I’ve ever seen.”

My husband, who can't say I am pretty, gave me the most generous review.

However, I was happier to see Kaian dressed up than to see myself dressed up.

I usually dress up or not, but my husband, who looked great either way, looked really cool in his prom suit.

'What if everyone is looking at Kaian?'

I grew impatient and fiddled with my thin silk-gloved hands. Because of my rich dress, Kaian, who was sitting across from me, reached out his hand and caressed my cheek.

“Why do you do that? Are you nervous?”

Said the handsome man, arranging my hair to reveal my forehead.

“I said it wouldn’t be like that.”

...Is it because of you?


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