I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 79
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How does the Crown Prince compare? Despite having several notoriously cruel nicknames, what do they really mean? Doesn’t it imply that no matter how dirty the job, he handled everything himself without passing the burden onto others?
“Moreover, the reason the Crown Prince has those nicknames is all because of orders from His Majesty…”
“Shh. Haven’t you heard the saying that even the walls and floors of the Imperial Palace have eyes and ears?”
It was no wonder that the morale of the Emperor’s faction was plummeting.
A green-eyed Emperor. A father who hideously envies his son, who bears the mark of the Emperor. Beneath it all, a deeply rooted inferiority complex.
“I heard that he dealt with the insubordination without spilling a drop of blood.”
“Yes, I heard that too. I don’t know what wind of mercy blew, but at least things will quiet down.”
“Indeed, that is a good outcome. The constant nitpicking was making it impossible to get any work done.”
Given all this, comparisons between father and son were inevitable.
Setting aside questions of how the Crown Prince uncovered the Western Magic Tower Master as a spy from Osbloom, or why it took so long to find out, comparisons were bound to be made.
7. What Broke Her?
Regardless of these backstories, Herix had once again transformed into Rix.
“Wow, this is really delicious!”
“I’m glad you like it…”
Wearing thick, outdated glasses, Rix blushed like a shy boy. To Ivonne, who was familiar with this sight, she gnawed on a chicken drumstick until her cheek puffed out, while Johann nearly spat out the water he was drinking.
“Kyak, Department Head! Are you okay?”
Startled, Ivonne lowered the fork she was about to use and handed him a napkin. Rix, who had been watching Ivonne eat with fondness, briefly flashed a murderous glare.
‘Dare to interrupt Ivonne’s meal?’
His murderous intent was so clear that Johann was certain today would be his death day.
Fortunately, that didn’t happen because Ivonne mentioned she hoped the three of them could share another meal.
While Ivonne went to wash up after their meal, Johan cleaned up the dishes, and Rix offered to clean Ivonne’s study. Despite Ivonne’s repeated assurances that it was unnecessary, Rix insisted, eager to spend more time with her.
That was how he entered Ivonne’s study.
“Here….”
Rix took a deep breath, inhaling her lingering scent deeply. How he had missed her fragrance.
The sofa she often used now bore only Rix’s traces, unable to fill her absence.
‘Ivonne…’
Simply being in her study felt like an embrace, leaving him ecstatic.
‘She must have sat in that chair to handle her work. When tired, she’d likely nap on that sofa. Judging by the lack of dust on those shelves, her primary books are there. The carpet by the window is worn down, so she must favor that spot. Is that a sketchbook? She mentioned she liked drawing but hasn’t used it in a while.’
Rix could vividly picture how Ivonne used this space. This alone eased the ache from the realization that there were parts of Ivonne’s life he was unaware of.
Rix walked slowly towards her desk, the most cluttered spot and where Ivonne likely spent most of her time. His face lit up with anticipation, like an excited child, but then his expression fell when he noticed the stack of newspapers in one corner of the desk.
The newspapers, stacked a few finger widths high, bore clear signs of wear. The crumpled pages hinted at distress. She had likely spent a long time reading them, or perhaps she had been overwhelmed with emotion while doing so. The headline on the topmost paper read:
[Is the Western Magic Tower’s Master, Isaac, Truly a Spy?]
Rix’s face twitched with irritation, recalling the moment he had exposed Isaac as a spy.
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In the two-story house perched on a hill just outside the bustling town, silence reigned. This was the Tens Mansion, shared by Ivonne and Rix.
“I can’t believe it…”
Ivonne’s hands trembled as she held the newspaper.
“Senior Isaac… was a spy.”
“…”
“It doesn’t make sense, Rix. The Isaac I knew was so kind, and… he loved paintings and wanted to run a gallery. We even made a pinky promise…”
Her voice was erratic and disjointed. It was enough to make anyone listening feel dizzy. They had only spent a few months together, but it wasn’t an insignificant amount of time.
Even after completing the initial handover, Ivonne often sought Isaac’s help with work. Since the Southern Magic Tower Master’s position had been vacant, the Western Magic Tower Master had taken over, naturally leading them to spend most of their working hours together.
They also shared many simple conversations on various topics.
“Senior Isaac was truly a good person… And now I find out that this good person was a spy…”
