Chapter 38 (1/2)

He was far too black to be involved in romance. He was the darkness personified as his nickname suggested. She couldn’t think of him as anything other than an antagonist.

Romance, my ass, it’s probably the genre of Blue Beard. Which woman will the Black Grand Duke take as his human sacrifice…… No, I’m curious how they became fate, but what use is there in curiosity?

Vivian had worked 8 years at the Royal Palace, but she had seen the Black Grand Duke in passing just once. It went to show just how much their area of activity didn’t overlap.

In the first place, there was no way ‘that’ roughneck of a Black Grand Duke would come to visit the library, right? Vivian licked her lips in slight disappointment as she prayed quietly inside of herself for the sake of the lamb who would be sacrificed.

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“Sob, sob, sob…….”

The more she thought about it, the more she felt wronged. It felt as though she had chased after the beautiful scatter of flower petals and was suddenly struck by lightning.

Vivian wanted to grab any passing stranger and sob out her worries, but her human relations were few and far-in-between to the point of extremities. Now she started to feel grievous about the fact that she had very few friends.

Vivian immediately headed to the publishing company and grabbed the owner of the company, Thatcher, and started to weep continuously. To be fair, there was a portion of his fault in this incident as well.

“If only you didn’t tell me to date!”

“Wait, how is that my fault!”

Thatcher felt as though Vivian had nothing to say even if she had been conned. She hadn’t even checked the opponent’s face and immediately thought to date him. Even if they say the heart is more important than the appearance when it comes to love, no one said not to look at it at all.