I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 91
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Rix didn’t answer, but Ivonne understood from his silence.
“Why have you been so angry for the past few days?”
She realized that Rix was more upset than usual.
“Rix? Hey? Why are you angry?”
Despite her persistence, Rix remained silent. Yet his touch remained gentle as he treated her arm. It was curious how a man who seemed so unaccustomed to social interactions had learned such skilled medical care.
As Rix continued to wrap her wound in silence, Ivonne spoke up.
“Is it because I took matters into my own hands and assigned you tasks without asking?”
“……”
“Was it too much to ask you to use the investors’ money from the Azolt mine to cut off Marquisate Cyand’s business partners?”
“……”
“Or is it because you’re unhappy that, with German’s magic permanently sealed, the Emperor plans to dismantle the Magician’s Tower, reducing me back to ‘just Ivonne’?”
“……”
“Or could it be…?”
Ivonne paused, unsure of what else could be bothering him.
‘There’s really no reason for him to be this upset.’
Cutting off Marquisate Cyand’s business partners and driving them to bankruptcy wasn’t something she had rushed into. Thanks to the Crown Prince’s personal recommendation letter and Celestia’s attack on Ivonne as an ancient wizard under the imperial family, the process had only been made easier.
Relinquishing her title as the Western Tower Master was inevitable at some point. Arnold wanted to dismantle the Magic Tower rather than let it fall into Herix’s hands. With both Isaac and German causing problems, Arnold seized the opportunity to abolish the Tower, just hastening the timeline.
‘Honestly, I’m relieved I don’t have to awkwardly approach the Crown Prince after declining his dance invitation.’
Ivonne might have been reduced to ‘just Ivonne’ again, but she was still a distinguished ancient wizard and had even received a title. Now she was ‘Lady Ivonne,’ a Viscount.
Some people argued that granting a Viscount title to an ancient wizard who had protected many from Celestia’s attack was insufficient, but Arnold ignored such complaints.
‘Most of the people I saved are commoners, and seeing that I don’t show signs of becoming a royalist, the Emperor probably cut ties appropriately.’
Of course, Ivonne was content with this. She had only wanted a title to live safely and humanely, not out of any political ambition.
She had only sought high positions to defeat Celestia…
‘By now, German and Celestia must be heading to the temple in the far north.’
Having consumed a potion that permanently sealed their magic, they would spend the rest of their lives in a monastery, living for God, making their high positions unnecessary.
‘They were already famous, so if they tried to escape the monastery, they would quickly be discovered.’
Will they be caught and executed or live out their natural lives in the temple – those were the only two outcomes for the fallen pair. So, things had worked out well for Ivonne.
‘But why is Rix so angry?’
Ivonne watched Rix as he neatly packed his medical bag after rolling down her sleeves.
“Why are you angry, hmm?”
She asked persistently as if begging. It might have been an unconscious act, but it was the right move.
Rix could never truly go against her. Finally, after meticulously organizing his medical bag, Rix spoke.
“Ivonne… Ivonne lied.”
His voice was low and chilly. Yet even the coldness carried a strange allure. But, to Ivonne’s ears, it sounded like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Lied?”
Trying hard to suppress a smile, Ivonne asked again. Rix still didn’t fully face her, but she could see his violet eyes glinting like those of a beast from behind his thick glasses.
“You said you cut ties with Marquisate Cyand’s business partners for your own ‘safety’.”
Ah, so it was indeed a tantrum.
A large man, built solidly like a bear and agile like a feline predator, slowly turned his knees towards Ivonne. He shifted his weight, making his seated position seem uneasy, and mumbled hesitantly.
“You got hurt.”
He glanced at the forearm he had just been treating. His lips moved slightly, as if other complaints were swimming inside his mouth but hadn’t found their way out yet.
Ivonne leaned forward, resting her elbows on her thighs and her chin on her hands, ready to listen to his cute grumbles.
It was impossible not to find him cute. Seeing this man grumble was a rare sight, and his worries were about something even Ivonne had almost forgotten.
“…You said you wouldn’t get hurt.”
Yet, Rix seemed to struggle with the words. As if a large piece of bread were stuck in his throat, making it hard for him to speak.
‘Hmm… What should I do?’
