I Never Wanted His Child - Chapter 104
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“You must have heard the rumors about him.”
“If you mean the stories about him dragging ladies to his bedroom every night, yes, I’ve heard more than enough.”
“He’s excessively greedy and corrupt. One day, he will lead us all to ruin.”
Emilia tugged harder on his coat.
If only she could get closer….
“From your perspective, I must seem different.”
Mikhail’s deep voice resonated softly in her ears. Chills ran down her spine.
“….Being a rebel doesn’t necessarily mean one harbors twisted desires. But being from another country, it’s understandable you wouldn’t know about our current king.”
Being ignorant doesn’t absolve anyone of blame. It’s not an excuse for exoneration.
‘But he knew yet still placed him on the throne. Why?’
There must be another reason. He wasn’t foolish or unaware of the world’s workings.
He was good at dealing with situations, knew when to compromise, and although sometimes morally ambiguous, his commanding presence and indomitable force made people feel powerless.
“Talk to me, Emilia.”
He prompted her to answer. He whispered sweet seductions right next to her ear.
Mikhail, to her, was no different from the king. In fact, the man who had placed a capable but undeserving Adrian on the throne was far more terrifying to her.
“So if I said I destroyed your family and plan to kill your parents next, would you understand? Since it was an action taken without understanding what kind of family the Loren Ducal house was.”
“…You are indeed cruel.”
“And you are incredibly naive.”
Mikhail tilted his head, closing the distance between them. The hand that held her chin felt like it was burning.
“Your eyes can’t lie.”
“…Neither can yours.”
“So, are you planning to place me in that position, just like I did with Adrian?”
“I have only ever served one true lord.”
“Ah, if you plan to worship the soul of the deceased Johannes, I won’t stop you.”
There was a group that worships spirits, but they’re considered heretics even in this kingdom.
“I don’t engage in such practices.”
“If you’re still serving a dead lord, that’s all it could be.”
“Don’t belittle my loyalty.”
“Someone who couldn’t protect their followers has no right to command others’ loyalty. Such a person shouldn’t be anyone’s hope.”
His fingers pressed firmly under her chin, causing Emilia’s mouth to open.
Their noses touched as his head tilted.
She didn’t pull away. Instead, she tightened her grip on his collar, pulling him closer.
Just as their lips were about to meet, she finally got a clear look at his crimson irises.
‘…There’s gold in those red eyes.’
Did she see a little?
She widened her eyes to get a better view, but her vision was blocked.
Simultaneously, their lips met.
* * *
Mikhail responded to Emilia’s sudden actions without protest.
He couldn’t decipher her intentions, though he observed her behavior closely.
Emilia stared into his eyes and provoked him.
She spoke about Adrian, criticizing his incompetence and unreasonable behavior as usual.
It was peculiar that she suggested he become king.
Yet, by Emilia’s own admission, he lacked the qualifications.
Bloodline—what did it matter?
The fate of Johannes, the first prince, was unfortunate. Despite his good nature, he was unsuitable for the throne. He conflicted with Mikhail’s goals.
He couldn’t stand by while the descendants of his enemies claimed the throne. His family had been killed, and the Konrads established a new dynasty.
Mikhail had placed Adrian on the throne because it gave him an advantage. Adrian could be easily deposed when the time came.
The fact that Adrian was a bastard, meant he was unlikely to be welcomed by the conservative nobles of the Bartsch Kingdom. His twisted desires and temperament, as Emilia had pointed out, made him wholly unsuitable to become king.
However, Mikhail still didn’t understand why he instinctively reached out to shield her from the falling books. His hand moved on its own, and he found himself gazing down at her as she shrank back.
Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders. The sight of her pale neck exposed by her light clothing stirred a thirst within him.
Once a week. Perhaps he shouldn’t have imposed such a restriction.
The more forbidden something is, the more one desires it. Rules are meant to be broken; that’s human nature.
The strict principles he had set for himself were easily crumbling.
And yet, with trembling hands, she grasped his collar as if to hold herself steady, closing the distance between them. Curious about her intentions, he relaxed his body and followed her lead.
Her green eyes still shone with hope.
‘Even in this situation, she still radiates.’
She was the one who initiated this provocation and she was the one who seduced him.
