Chapter 17

Translated by XyeHeart Edited by XyeHeart

Klaus sighed deeply as he stared at the closed door.

It was not an illusion to believe that the number of sighs had significantly increased. He found himself not only sighing but also pleasantly surprised when he was with her.

He had to force himself to take a firm step. In contrast to the bustling banquet hall, his office was peaceful.

“Is that him?”

“Yes.”

Klaus didn’t look anything like he did when he was with Meriel a while ago. His cold eyes and precise movements on the sofa make him appear to be a well-trained blade.

Klaus opened his mouth as he noticed a terrified man kneeling.

“I see you’ve already started.”

He made a light gesture, his gaze fixed on the blood dripping from his mouth. Bran placed a piece of white paper and a pen in front of the trembling man.

“You’re well-dressed, you look like a nobleman, and you must know how to write.”

“Oh..uhh..”

The man nodded, tears in his eyes.

“Who told you to do it?”

The man quickly jotted something down in response to Klaus’ words, unable to wipe away the tears that streamed down his cheeks.

The man, who was shedding blood mixed with saliva and groaning strangely, was crying tears of resentment and fear.

Bran, who took the paper from the man who had put the pen down, checked the letters and frowned.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Princess Diana.”

“How foolish.”

Klaus shook his head as he remembered Diana, whom he had seen at the banquet. When he went to the banquet hall, neither the emperor nor the prince were present.

As soon as he walked into the banquet hall, he saw Meriel, who was on the floor, and Diana, who was perplexed.

He was upset.

He was angry at the time because he could only see Meriel, but looking back, the situation appears strange. She should have been angry if she had fallen on her foot, but she was unusually understanding.

Like a kind young lady.

..pfft…

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Klaus noticed that what happened in the banquet hall was a scene from a play she wrote. The man’s response, ‘Princess Diana,’ indicated that she was already aware.

“I’ve already taken care of the Emperor.”

He was wondering if there would be any more surprises in store for Meriel. But, contrary to his belief, she surprised him at every turn.

“What shall we do with him?” Bran motioning to the man.

“For the time being, confine him in the dungeon.”

Bran nodded quietly while the man struggled.

Klaus turned to face the man who was sobbing and shaking his head.

“I can set you free today, but you’ll die before you reach your destination. Princess Diana, who ordered you, will not let you go.”

Only then did the man calm down and sit down.

Meriel locked the man in the room. An unidentified man’s intrusion cut off his tongue in an instant. He was fortunate not to be killed.

However, it was only a shallow ruse by a woman who didn’t want to cause a murder on the Grand Duke’s estate.

Of course, Princess Diana never imagined Meriel knew the entire truth. That explains why she did such a shoddy job.

“So you’d better hold your breath until you’re no longer remembered here. If you still desire to live.” Klaus added hastily.

Bran dragged him away, and he didn’t stop crying.

Klaus did not give up on those people easily.

Despite throwing the monster’s blood at him and attempting to intimidate Meriel, he will not be killed.

Dustin’s estate must battle the monsters. Soldiers were always in scarcity. The number of soldiers who do not have to sacrifice their lives has increased by one today.

“Meriel,” he said softly.

It was surprising that she solved the problem before he got involved, but it was also disappointing. He wished to shield and protect her. Meriel, on the other hand, was one step ahead of him and shielded him.

He wanted to protect her, but he was the one who was being protected.

‘I’ll be waiting for you, Klaus.’

He suddenly remembered what Meriel had said to him before leaving her in the bedroom.

There was an accident, but today was still their wedding day, and tonight is their first night together.

He possessed a monster in his left arm.

He grew up in an environment where he never knew when a rampage would occur, and he would take the lead.

Except for directly splashing a monster’s blood, his left arm was fine.

However, no woman approached Klaus without being terrified of the monster in his left arm.

First and foremost, Klaus was uninterested in women. Meriel is the only woman he’s been interested in since he was a child.

There was no contact with women, and it never felt strange.

Klaus recalled what she had asked before.

‘Is Kiyan still a virgin?’

It was a question that made him reconsider himself, which he had never done before.

Klaus was terrified, no matter how good his reasons were.

Klaus clenched his fists in agony.

He’s never been ashamed to admit that he feels sorry for himself. Combat or battles with monsters were vital, but he had never felt embarrassed about his experience with women until now.

Klaus writhed in agony until the moon rose and the stars adorned the sky.

He had no idea what he was thinking. He wasn’t scared of being in a relationship with a woman. It’s just a common concern among men.

‘What if I make a mistake?’

Just because he lacks experience does not imply that he is ignorant.

Klaus was the Grand Duke’s sole heir and received sex education at a young age, just as aristocratic men do.

He received a special education, especially as the Grand Duke, where his marriage was unique. He discovered how to cherish women and that when he embraced them, he had to pour out love and devotion.

Klaus reflected on his education over and over again.

‘First and foremost, Your Grace, you must engage in enough foreplay so that a woman will not be frightened.’

He remembered his former teacher, who used to teach with zeal.

Klaus blushed as he thought of Meriel.

“Shit!”

Even harsh words did not calm him down. He exhaled scorching heat with a flushed face.

He couldn’t keep putting it off any longer. Even though he was stuck in his office, time passed while he searched for his thoughts.

At this rate, he’d be told that his wife had been beaten up on the first day of their marriage.

Klaus had to be in a state of disarray even when he emerged from the bath wearing a robe. He returned to the library in his robe and pondered again and again.

The answers came one after the other.

Klaus had to go.

He took a big step by convincing himself that all men in the world feel the same way.

He wiped his sweaty palms on his robe while swallowing his saliva.

The gulp sounded especially loud.

‘I’m a monster, I’m the Monster Grand Duke,’ he chanted to himself quietly.

He tried to calm himself by standing in front of Meriel’s door.

Her room was directly beside his.

In his room, there was a door that led to her room, but Klaus was standing at the proper entrance.

Klaus was once again at a loss for options.

Will he just open her door and walk in, or will he knock?

‘Nothing is easy.’

He wondered how difficult the first night would be.

Klaus went with the latter option. Because they were already married, he reasoned that knocking awkwardly would no longer be appropriate.

When he softly opened the door, the room was dark.

The bride’s room, which welcomed the first night, was filled with candles that created an unusual atmosphere and a scent that stimulated the nose.

“Meriel?”

The strange atmosphere in the room was ideal, but there was no one in it.

The bride was not to be located.

Klaus, who had entered nervously, exhaled a sigh of relief when he couldn’t see Meriel, who should have been waiting for him.

‘Where has she gone?’

There was no trace of Meriel in the large room.

He let go of his stiff shoulders.

It was strange not to see her, but he felt lucky that she wouldn’t notice how nervous he was.

Klaus didn’t want to make a bad impression on her first night.

He wanted to appear as natural and cool as possible.

He thought to himself as he looked at a neatly organized bed that all men might do.

He wondered if there was a spice that made a couple feel hot. The bedroom, which had a subtle candle, made him feel strange.

Klaus had to clench his fist just thinking about Meriel lying on the bed.

He sighed and considered where she might be, but he couldn’t move quickly. Klaus sat on a fluffy bed, sweeping his hair back.

She didn’t give much thought to who she’d be with in the first place.

Is it still appropriate to have the first night?

Klaus exhaled another deep breath, remembering his education as a child.

He already wanted her since the beginning.

Hasn’t he begun to live his entire life for Meriel?

But she was unique.

She had no memories or feelings for anyone.

Is Meriel content with who he is?

As his thoughts became more complicated, Klaus appeared to sigh once more.

“I’ve been waiting for you”

Klaus screamed at the whispering voice and blew air into his ears at the same time. As he jumped out of bed, he noticed Meriel, who appeared even more surprised.

“What? What’s the matter?”

Meriel tilted her head to see if he came to his senses when she said something out of the blue.

“…I’d like to inquire. What makes you so surprised?”

“It’s because you came up silently!” he retorted grumpily.

Meriel cast a glance at the wide open door to the room connected to Klaus.

“I just opened the door and came in and saw you, so I just talked to you. The sound of the door and footsteps should drew your attention. You must have been nervous because you couldn’t hear anything.”

Meriel sat across from the bed, her lips pursed.

Klaus shook his head while standing still.

Because she sat on the bed, Meriel’s negligee became shorter.

Klaus focused his attention on the spot where her thighs were clearly visible.

“I was under the impression you weren’t going to show up.”

“So did you visit my room?”

“Yes, I’d been waiting for you, but you didn’t show up, so I turned around and found you here. Have you waited a long time? I assumed you were nervous.”

Meriel’s slow voice echoed through the quiet bedroom.

Klaus coughed awkwardly as the soft voice tickled his ears.

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