Chapter 7 “ Evelotte Thalewyn” part 2
Nexas glanced at Ai and spoke in a low voice.
“Cover Lady Faylith’s ears.”
Ai blinked once, then nodded seriously. She guided Faylith a few steps away and gently covered her ears with both hands.
“Please don’t listen,” Ai whispered. “The master is about to say something very educational.”
Faylith looked confused.
Nexas faced the door again. His voice turned flat.
“By the way, young lady… one last thing.”
A pause.
“I am not an ugly squid.”
BANG.
He kicked the door open. The lock snapped. The door flew inward.
Ai nodded to herself. “Very educational.”
Inside, the room looked like a storm had lived there for three months.
Blankets everywhere. Plush toys piled like a mountain Books scattered across the floor Curtains blocked all sunlight. Cups, papers, and magic notes were stacked in unstable towers.
Nexas stepped inside slowly.
On the bed, a figure hid under a thick blanket, fully wrapped like a sacred caterpillar. The blanket trembled.
<…Did I go too far? Is she really this scared? That her nasty tongue Stop like this i was expecting something>
“Please don’t—” a soft voice came from inside the blanket.
Nexas stopped mid‑step.
<What happened to the harpoon‑tongue from before?>
“I’m sorry for entering like this,can you look at me ” he said more calmly.
“No… I’m sorry Please don’t come close,” she said. The blanket shook harder.
He raised both hands slightly and stepped back to give distance.
“Fine. I’ll stay here”
Silence. Only the sound of nervous breathing from inside the blanket.
Nexas looked around again. A half‑finished magic circle was drawn on the floor.
Several water‑attribute crystals were cracked. Burn marks on a desk.
<She really was experimenting Not just hiding and a lot of books and Messy room this is a familiar environment>
“Lady Evelotte,” he said in a steady tone.
A tiny squeak came from the blanket. Like a frightened kitten.
His eyebrow twitched.
“...I put the flowers on the table,” he continued. “And once again — I am not squid ink.”
A small hand slowly came out from the blanket edge. Then quickly went back in.
“I’m sorry,” the soft voice said. “I shouldn’t talk like that.
“Please forgive me I say bad things i don't want meet at first… then I get scared… then I say worse things…please don't kill me”
Ai whispered from the doorway, “Master, she fights with insults and loses with panic you scared her”
“SHUT UP!!!,” Nexas replied without turning.
From inside the blanket came rushed words:
“I know I’m terrible,
“Loud. ”
“Rude. ”
“Trash. ”
“Broken engagement. ”
“Failed noble. ”
“Bad mage. ”
“Please don’t mind me—”
“Stop i didn't mean you were Shut up”
His voice cut cleanly through the air. Not loud. But absolute.
The trembling stopped.
“Don’t insult yourself in my presence,” Nexas said. “I don’t allow it”
The blanket lump froze completely.
Outside the room, Ai whispered to Faylith,
“…Master just used Tyrant Logic.”
After a few minutes, Nexas stood outside the room, observing the chaos he had just stepped into.
Blankets piled like mountains, scattered toys, cracked books—he wondered if the person under the blankets was a man or a woman.
<Probably a woman… duh,>
he thought with a quiet sigh.
“Lady… well, I’m sorry for entering like this,” he said softly to the door.
“But you did say I could send someone to give you flowers, so I guess that doesn’t count.”
From inside the blanket came that soft, scary-cat-like squeak again.
Nexas muttered under his breath, “There’s seriously something wrong with her…”
<And somehow I think I understand her condition now >
“What a shame I didn’t even look at her face.”
He shook his head and closed the door gently Turning to Ai and Lady Faylith, he gave a small bow.
“I apologize for breaking the door,” he said.
Faylith shook her head.
“No… it’s fine.”
Lady Faylith is still shocked that she can’t really say anything right now
Ai nodded in agreement, her expression calm but observant. “I’ll help her,” she said.
The three of them began leaving the room, moving carefully down the hall.
Nexas stole one last glance at the door before walking away.
A few minutes later, Nexas found himself sitting on a wooden bench in the garden. The air was cool, scented lightly with flowers and sea breeze.
Meanwhile, Ai and Lady Faylith stood near the pond, watching the rippling water and the coral decorations scattered around.
Lady Faylith’s hands rested gently on the edge of the stone railing, and Ai’s eyes followed the sunlight glimmering off the water, their conversation soft and unobtrusive.
Nexas let out a quiet sigh, watching the two of them for a moment.
He had no idea how the night would unfold, but for now, the calm garden seemed to hold the kind of peace he rarely found in his life.
Nexas let out a long breath as he sat on the garden bench, eyes half-lidded.
“The condition she’s in is obvious,” he muttered.
<A complete shut-in Even sunlight can’t enter her room If I knew it was this bad, I wouldn’t have kicked the door.>
He rubbed his temple.
“She probably thinks I’m some scary horned demon now.”
A calm voice came from the side. “You are not entirely wrong about the scary part.”
Nexas glanced over. Duke Raphael Thalewyn stood a few steps away, hands behind his back, expression heavy.
Nexas spoke first. “Are you here because I broke the door? I already said sorry. ”
“And I didn’t hurt your daughter, so please stop looking at me like that.”
The Duke shook his head slowly.
“No. This is my fault,” Duke Raphael said.
“I tried to hide everything after the ball I thought time would settle it Instead, she locked herself inside and never truly came out again three months has passed I didn't see my daughter's face”
Neaxs gloomy and blank
<i also didn't see anything is she pretty well probably sacred i think>
“Now you’ve seen it yourself. There is nothing left to hide.”
Nexas’s gaze sharpened.
“Nothing left to hide?” he repeated. “Or nothing left you can hide?”
The Duke’s jaw tightened. “Choose your words carefully, young lord.”
Nexas stood up from the bench and faced him directly.
“Are you trying to blame the prince and others now,how pathetic” Nexas said calmly,
“when you were the one who approved that first engagement? You know even though I'm not in politics i know a lot for survival”
Pressure gathered in the air. The pond water trembled slightly.
Duke Raphael’s voice dropped. “If you insult me again, I will forget you are my guest.”
Nexas stepped closer instead of backing away. His eyes were cold and steady.
“If you truly think outsiders are what matters most here,” Nexas said, “then right now—you are being the worst father for your daughter.”
The Duke froze.
Silence stretched between them.
Nexas continued, the voice was lower but heavier.
“What hurt her more?” he asked. “The prince? Society? Rumors?”
He tapped his own chest lightly.
“No. What hurt her most is that her own family hid the truth about her condition. The fact that she may not be able to become a mother. ”
“You buried it like shame.”
The Duke’s fingers twitched. He did not interrupt.
“If she can’t even face the world,” Nexas went on, “she should at least be able to face her parents honestly Instead, you covered it with silence.”
The Duke looked away toward the water.
Nexas exhaled through his nose.
“She probably thinks even you and the Duchess are disappointed in her,” he said. “That’s worse than any broken engagement or humiliation”
The Duke’s shoulders lowered slightly.
Nexas turned his head, tone returning to dry calm.
“Talk to her more Don’t hide important things from her again Even ugly truths are lighter than beautiful lies.”
He started to walk past him.
“Trust me,” Nexas added, without looking back.
“I’m from a tyrant house. I know exactly what kind of silence hurts the most. ”
“My intuition is rarely wrong about this.”
He took a few steps, then paused.
“Oh, and I broke the door,” he said casually. “Which means anyone can go inside for the next few days.”
A small smirk appeared.
“If you understand what I mean, Your Grace.”
He walked off, leaving the Duke standing beside the trembling pond, deep in thought.
Nexas walked down the long western corridor alone, boots echoing softly against the polished floor.
The teal curtains moved with the sea wind, but the wing still felt too quiet.
“Her condition is a mess,” he murmured. “Fear and mental stress at the same time.”
His brows drew together.
<If she keeps living like that, how is she supposed to survive what’s coming next?>
No one answered. Only the distant sound of water from the garden fountain followed him.
He entered his assigned room and closed the door with a soft click. The tension in his shoulders finally loosened.
Nexas dropped into the chair, stretched his legs onto the table, and stared at the ceiling. He opened another bag of almonds and began eating them one by one.
Crunch.
“The game had ten series,” he muttered. “Each series has twenty acts.”
Crunch.
“And this world is already worse than the game version. Monster energy is unstable. Population balance is broken. Too many variables even though they didn't follow the game ”
He closed his eyes while chewing slowly.
“If she makes a mistake in the future, as her fiancé I’ll be dragged into it anyway. Responsibility chain.”
A short, dry laugh escaped him.
“And the funny part is — both of us are standing on death routes.”
He opened his eyes again and stared blankly upward.
“I can’t break this engagement,” he said quietly. “Father personally approved it. First time he asked something directly.”
His fingers paused over the almond bag.
“Complaining never solved anything.”
He tossed another almond into his mouth.
“If I want to change the future and survive those acts, she needs to recover. Fast. Not optional.”
His mind began lining up and remembered story flags.
“Series three and four — many shared events with her. Political arc. Magic incident arc.”
He clicked his tongue.
“And in series eight, I die as the tyrant candidate.”
He covered his face with one hand.
“How annoying.”
A few seconds passed. Then he groaned.
“And the worst setting… originally I was also one of the heroine’s suitors.”
He sat up slightly, disgust clear on his face.
“No — obsessed tyrant suitor,” he corrected himself. “Chasing that little pigeon-brain heroine everywhere.”
He shuddered.
“This makes me want to throw up.”
He looked at the almond bag like it had betrayed him.
“What kind of developer writes this?” he muttered. “First they throw me into a nonsense harem route, then brand me a villain, then kill me.”
He leaned back again and exhaled slowly.
“Unfair game design.”
Crunch.
“…Still,” Nexas said quietly, eyes sharpening again, “this is not the game anymore.”
“This time, the board answers back in anyone's favour.”
