Chapter 5 : Kidnap the young lady !

Inside the room, Schiller paced back and forth anxiously. The surroundings were so quiet he could only hear the sound of his own heart.
He was pondering how things had deteriorated to this extent.

“The young lady… how did she turn into a violent woman!?”

The Duke’s daughter, Sheryl, who would later be known as the Ice Frost Noble? Forget about being a gentle and graceful lady; her demeanor just now was like that of an enraged white kitten.

She’d throw a punch at the slightest disagreement. The glimpse beneath her fluttering skirt revealed not elegance, nor a man’s dream, but the wildness of a feral cat.

An untamed, pure white beast.

This plot was far too different from what he knew!

“The fifth floor, that was the fifth floor!”

She just flipped up so gracefully, and it seemed she had even hung in mid-air eavesdropping for a few minutes.

If he were taken to some deserted basement… he wouldn’t even be able to run.

Schiller fell into deep thought.

‘Where was the promised ice-cold young lady? Where was the promised tsundere with a venomous tongue?’

To think, to think he was even a little excited.

“The plot, what on earth is going on?”
The silence between his brows tightened.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. From the sound, it should be Celia.

“Young Master,” the door was pushed open a crack, and Celia’s figure appeared at the entrance. She bowed slightly.

“Lady Sheryl has been settled in. As per your instructions, the best ‘Morning Star’ suite in the east wing has been prepared, and additional staff have been assigned.”

“Is that so… you’d better keep a close eye on that cat.” Schiller’s voice carried a hint of imperceptible fatigue. He turned around, his gaze falling on the gradually darkening twilight outside the window.

“Hehe, a cat… you say? You’re quite bold.”
Comparing the Duke’s daughter to a cat was something he only dared to say in front of Celia.

“By the way, Celia, thank you for today.”

“It’s nothing, Young Master. It’s what a maid should do…”
She spoke lightly with a deadpan expression, but her voice contained a hint of imperceptible joy.

In his memory, Celia, who rarely received praise from Schiller, would always make this expression.

“This is a letter left for you by the Viscount.” She pulled a beautifully sealed letter from her bosom.

Schiller took the letter; it still held the lingering warmth of the girl.

Schiller had a vague, ominous premonition, like the unsettling words Sheryl had said before she left.

Opening the letter, the Viscount’s handwriting came into view.

It seemed his father had been urgently summoned by the Imperial Chancellor, and at the end of the letter, there was a sentence he absolutely couldn’t ignore.

“Serve as Lady Sheryl’s etiquette teacher until the Consecration Ceremony.”
Schiller’s lips powerlessly uttered these words, each one like a cold iron hammer, striking heavily on his fragile nerves.

‘What does it mean for Schiller to be Sheryl’s etiquette teacher?’

For a moment, countless scenarios flashed through his mind.

For instance, being kicked to death by the young lady like a stray dog on the street.

For instance, being suffocated in his sleep by her.

‘She’s capable of it… she’s absolutely capable of it.’

The image of Sheryl gritting her teeth just now replayed in his eyes.

He couldn’t help but shudder.

However, he had an impression of this plot.

In his memory, three years before the start of the main story, Sheryl would participate in the Empire’s “Consecration” ceremony.

That was also the root of Sheryl’s route. Her parents would die tragically in that ceremony, and she would then embark on a journey to find the murderer.

And regrettably, what she found after exhausting all her efforts was only a murderer who was already dead—the real culprit never surfaced.

Unable to get her revenge, she sealed her heart and became known to the world as the Ice Witch.

And the story of the Ice Witch began after she personally killed Schiller.

“In other words, this is the truth of the plot?”
He had no idea why Schiller was killed by Sheryl.

That’s right, all he knew was what happened five years later. He was completely ignorant of the world five years ago (now).

“Could it be that I personally killed her parents?” Schiller muttered in disbelief.

“Sheryl… just what are you…”

Although she was still beautiful, this was no time to be admiring her looks.

Schiller had no doubt that Sheryl would kill him as easily as she would a bug.

His affection level was fatally low.

He had to raise Sheryl’s affection quickly.

“No one cares about the life of a bug.”

Schiller fought the urge to tear up the letter, his hands trembling uncontrollably:
“No, I must think of a way.”

If this continued, forget about five years later; he could be heading back to his hometown in a month.

“Young Master, how about kidnapping her?” Celia seemed to have noticed Schiller’s hesitation and suggested it from the side.

“?… Celia, what are you saying?” Schiller’s eyes widened, unable to believe these words came from Celia’s mouth.

“Kidnap her, then abuse her until she obeys… isn’t that the Young Master’s usual method?” She tilted her head, seemingly curious as to why Schiller was surprised.

“And if she still doesn’t obey?” Schiller pressed further.

“Then use the Blood of the Succubus.” The girl pointed to the already empty box.

“This is Master Schiller’s territory. Even the Duke’s reach isn’t that long. By the time he gets the news, Lady Sheryl will have probably already been disciplined.” Celia continued to argue with a blank expression.

“Disciplined…”
Schiller even thought about it carefully; this plan actually seemed plausible.

First, his father wasn’t home, and no one in the entire viscounty would dare to stop him.

Second, the duchy was too far from here. As the saying goes, a strong dragon cannot repress a local snake.

He swallowed, even starting to fantasize about Sheryl lying shyly in his arms.

‘No, that’s not right, that would turn me into a real scoundrel. Besides, something feels off.’

He remembered this morning, when Schiller told Celia he was going to use the Blood of the Succubus, her affection had clearly dropped.

He looked at Celia. Her eyes were dancing with anticipation… it was an expression waiting for Schiller’s approval.

And the affection indicator above her head was stopped at the second mark.

Schiller patted her head and adopted a serious tone.

“Kidnap her!”
The clock actually moved forward half a mark.

‘For real?’

Schiller didn’t think too much about it, just considering it his reward for his good deeds.

“Do you need me to kidnap her?”
But kidnapping a duke’s daughter on the estate would definitely cause political problems.

“Tomorrow afternoon, I’ll use various means to get Sheryl out. Celia, you’ll be in charge of the aftermath.”
After discussing the details with Celia, she nodded slightly and then left the room.

Specifically, it wasn’t a kidnapping, but staging a hero-saves-the-damsel scene.

According to Schiller’s observations, Sheryl didn’t seem to know magic “yet.”

That is, as long as he kidnapped her, she wouldn’t be able to escape on her own.

…Probably.

And the people hired by Schiller would be instantly defeated by him.

By then, the young lady he rescued would be at his beck and call.

“Plan complete!” Schiller smiled triumphantly.

He abruptly stood up, walked to the coat rack, and deftly pulled down a deep black hooded cloak that could completely cover his figure and face, skillfully draping it over himself.

This was the outfit Schiller often used when going to nightclubs. If he used it at night, no one would suspect a thing.

The shadow of the hood instantly enveloped most of his face, leaving only a slightly cold, chiseled chin exposed.

“Well then,” a low voice echoed in the empty room.

“It’s time to prepare a special welcome gift for our young lady.”
As his voice fell, Schiller’s black figure instantly merged into the shadows, silently pushing open the side door and disappearing into the corridor leading out of the mansion.

On the other side, Celia watched all this with a complicated look in her eyes. Only after confirming that Schiller had left the viscount’s manor did she let out a deep sigh.

“Young Master has been really strange lately.”
She pondered while looking in the direction Schiller had left.

“Gentle… so gentle he’s like a different person.”
That was undoubtedly the red-light district.

The dress she was gripping was already wrinkled in layers, and she just stood there, watching Schiller disappear into the distance.

And the sleeve, at some point, had been torn by her clenching.

She bit her lip, and those words vanished with the wind.

“But… he was all mine.”