I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 82
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“Also, um…I’ll merge the salary account I created when I became a maid with this one. It’s been some time since I opened the Tower Master account, so I can combine them now, right?”
She had tried to consolidate them before but was refused because the account was too new.
“Yes, thank you for waiting. You are now free to use it as you please.”
Grateful for the clerk who had been waiting, Ivonne left a commendatory note for him. After finishing her banking, she stepped outside with a relieved expression, gazing up at the clear blue sky.
‘Ah, it feels like I’ve just finished a big assignment.’
Completing the task of establishing an official account in the Sortenic Empire was essential for secure living.
‘The law that commoners cannot own properties that were once noble’s is just absurd.’
The excuses like ‘because you don’t have a secure status’ are just nice-sounding justifications. Commoners also desire a definite status, and there are many ways to provide that. But still, the Sortenic Empire has never granted them full status.
Why?
‘It means they don’t want to share anything that the nobility enjoys.’
Wealth is power, and sharing wealth with commoners is like distributing power.
That would reduce their own share. Besides, magic isn’t exclusively noble anymore, so if commoners become similarly wealthy, what would differentiate nobles from commoners? Nobility is supposed to be a superior existence granted by the heavens, a class apart from commoners.
And for this reason, Celestia tried several times to kill Ivonne without anyone pointing fingers at her.
Celestia was a lady of the prominent Cyand Marquisate, and Ivonne was a commoner without status.
‘But not anymore.’
Ivonne had gained status. She had become someone that Celestia could not afford to mess with.
Was it recalling these old concerns about Celestia that made her suddenly feel thirsty?
“Ah, I’m thirsty.”
Feeling an unpleasant thirst, she spotted an iced tea stand across the street and decided to head over.
“Move, move!”
As a carriage sped past, Ivonne, caught by surprise, stepped back safely.
Clip-clop, clip-clop…
A procession of carriages rolled by. Amidst this, Ivonne stood idly by, watching the other side with a hint of boredom until a shocking realization hit her.
“…!”
Suddenly, she felt a surge of heat envelop her body, accompanied by chills that made her sweat on this chilly autumn day, as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
No, it was indeed a ghost.
‘That person is…’
Despite the noisy sounds of galloping horses and rolling wheels, Ivonne heard nothing. Between the passing carriages, a brief gap revealed a familiar figure.
“Senior, Isaac!”
It was Isaac, the supposedly deceased Western Tower Master.
Did he hear her calling out? Miraculously, their eyes met.
“!!!”
Isaac smiled at her.
His warm, mischievous emerald eyes rounded, and his light brown hair fluttered in the moist summer breeze. It was unmistakably Isaac. But now, he was slowly turning away.
“No, wait. Senior! Just a moment, please!”
As the line of carriages thinned, Ivonne dashed towards the last one, trying to cross the street quickly to follow Isaac disappearing into an alley. However, by the time Ivonne crossed, Isaac had vanished. Anxious, she ran into the alley without hesitation.
“Pant, pant.”
Was it too late? Even as she delved deeper into the alley, Isaac was nowhere to be seen. Standing in a street lined with various taverns and odd shops that didn’t open during the day, she spun around looking for Isaac.
“Ivonne.”
A voice came from behind.
The déjà vu was intense. Hadn’t Isaac called out to her from behind during their first encounter?
Yet, at this moment, instead of the joy or relief of reunion, Ivonne felt a surge of sorrow and anger warming her heart. With a gloomy face, she turned around.
There was Isaac.
With his gentle expression, kind demeanor, and slightly mischievous eyes, the man before Ivonne was unmistakably Isaac. And yet.
“Who are you?”
This man wasn’t Isaac.
The man who looked like Isaac was not Isaac, responded with playful confusion.
“What are you talking about, Ivonne? It’s me, Isaac. Have you forgotten already?”
“No. Isaac never calls me Ivonne.”
“…?”
“He always calls me ‘junior.'”
Ivonne’s emerald eyes turned icy cold, like droplets hitting a glacier.
“Reveal your true identity.”
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“Marquis! Marquis!”
A maid, who had been on her way to serve tea to Celestia, burst into German’s office, screaming as if in terror.
“What is all this commotion about?”
German responded irritably, not even looking up from the imperial edict he was reading.
‘I understand not wanting to hand it over to a dog, but to destroy it if it can’t be kept…’
Just moments before, the Emperor, aligned with the imperial faction and a close confidant of Arnold, had secretly ordered German to sway public opinion towards demolishing the Magic Towers.
Already plagued by headaches, German’s day worsened as the maid delivered startling news.
“Miss Celestia has escaped, sir!”
A chill ran down German’s spine.
‘No.’
It seemed that the conclusion German feared had come to pass—whether Celestia would confront and overcome her inferiority complex or if it would break her.
