Chapter 8
ćI apologize. Iāve been suffering from a bad cold recently, and Iām not feeling well enough to go out for the time being. Thank you for the invitation, but unfortunately, I wonāt be able to join you for the boat ride.ć
Right after sending that short letter of refusal to Rixion Luhanes, I bolted out of the Christener Marquisate.
I climbed into the carriage and followed the now-familiar route to the capital branch of the information guild, Setra.
Every time I came here, the building seemed to shine even more gaudily, as if they had gathered piles upon piles of money. I gave it a disdainful glance before entering the building, which by now felt as familiar to me as our familyās trading company, Dion.
The employees passing by the entrance spotted me, andāalmost as if on cueārushed upstairs in a panic. No doubt, they were headed straight to the guildmasterās office at the very top.
In recognition of their efforts, I made sure to walk as slowly as possible.
Along the way, several familiar employees awkwardly bowed their heads, pretending to greet me.
Their faces practically screamed, āUgh, here comes that nuisance again.ā But, like the proper lady I was, I didnāt let my displeasure show. I politely returned their greetings and continued climbing the stairs.
āNow what is it this time?ā
A shadow fell over me as I ascended.
When I looked up, I found none other than Setraās guildmaster standing solemnly at the top of the stairs, personally coming out to greet me.
In the original novel, he had only been mentioned briefly a few times as a side character, and yet here he wasāunnecessarily handsome.
His long hair was loosely tied back, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, and his entire appearance exuded a strangely ascetic air.
āIf I were judging just by looks, heās exactly my type, but⦠what a waste.ā
I smacked my lips in regret and returned his displeased gaze with one of my own.
He certainly hadnāt come out here because he was happy to see me.
Every time I asked him to investigate a blind date candidateās preferences, I barged into his office without knocking. Clearly, he had grown to hate itāor worse, had been traumatized. Maybe both.
The way he always recoiled at the mere sight of me reminded me uncannily of my brother. Sighing, I finished climbing the stairs.
āLetās move to the reception room.ā
When I reached the top, the guildmaster led me ahead into a reception room.
āSeems youāre rather free today. Before, you were always shoving me out, saying you were too busy.ā
āā¦ā¦ā
I teased as I followed him into the room. Unsurprisingly, he ignored me. I didnāt really mindāI had expected that.
āI want you to investigate Rixion Luhanesās surroundings. Ah, and the former Duke of Luhanes as well!ā
Once seated across the table from him in the spacious reception room, I spoke seriously.
The guildmaster, who had just asked one of his subordinates to bring tea, raised a brow at me.
āBy surroundings, you meanā¦?ā
āThings like any unusual movements lately, who theyāre meeting with, that sort of thing.ā
His expression turned strangely complicated.
I matched his gaze with a perfectly neutral face.
āAn investigation of Duke Luhanesās surroundings⦠compared to your usual requests, the risk here is far too great.ā
His eyes practically asked, Why arenāt you just asking me to dig up his taste in women again?
Sorry, but thatās none of your business.
At this point, the only option was to dig up some weakness on Rixion Luhanes, anything at all, to prepare myself.
Michaelās reaction, the former dukeās oddly obsessive attitude toward our family⦠The entire situation felt ominous.
But above all, Rixion Luhanesās response had been the absolute worst. I couldnāt tell what he was thinking, and that made my head ache.
If any talk of engagement cropped up before Ji Eunha appeared, who knew how the story would twist from there? The uncertainty terrified me. I needed to prepare.
I pulled out the money pouch I had brought and set it loudly on the table.
āIāll pay whatever you ask for the commissionāā
āIām sorry. Iāll have to refuse this request.ā
He cut me off mid-sentence.
I frowned, glaring at him.
āI wasnāt finished talking.ā
āI donāt need to hear the rest. Iām sorry, but letās pretend I never heard todayās request.ā
Well, I had figured the guild might be reluctant to take it, given the subject.
But I hadnāt expected him to refuse me so bluntly.
He didnāt look like he was trying to squeeze more money out of me, either. His stance was absolute: he wouldnāt take the job, period.
Flustered, I stammered before blurting out anxiously:
āIāll pay you hazard fees tooā!ā
āNo. Even if you brought me tens or hundreds of gold, Iād still be troubled.ā
āWhy not?!ā
Money was the only weapon I had! If this didnāt work, what else could I do?
Frustration burst out of me, and before I knew it, I was yelling at him the same way I did at Michael.
The guildmaster frowned at the noise and calmly replied:
āNo matter how much money you wave around, we have to stay alive first. If we carelessly touch that man, there wonāt even be bones left. You know that yourself, donāt you?ā
ā¦Well, he wasnāt wrong.
I had nothing to say. Even I would curse and run for the hills if someone asked me to snoop around Rixion Luhanes.
āIāve given you so much money already, and you canāt even do this much?ā
āGiven? Please, donāt say things that cause misunderstandings. Weāve only ever received proper compensation for our work. Youāre the one who insisted on overpaying.ā
I tried to argue just to save face, but it didnāt budge him an inch.
This was why I hated clever people.
Ugh, fine. This was hopeless.
From his expression, it was clear that no amount of whining or theatrics would work this time. I briefly considered throwing a tantrum anyway, but come onāI was twenty-three. Even I had some dignity.
The guildmaster, clearly uninterested now, simply stared down at his nails.
He didnāt say a word, but the silent pressure screaming āLeave alreadyā was impossible to miss.
Fine, Iāll leave. Iām not pathetic enough to beg.
I snatched up the money pouch, shot to my feet, and stomped toward the door.
Deliberately making my footsteps loud, I swung the door wide open and turned back, determined to get in one last word before leaving.
āFine! Who cares. Itās not like this is the only guild around. Iāll just go elsewhere andāpft!ā
What theā? Iād opened the door, but why was there⦠a wall?
I had stepped straight into something soft yet firm. Stumbling back in confusion, I lifted my gazeā
And found myself staring into a pair of icy, blue eyes.
Eyes both familiar and yet unsettlingly alien.
No emotion flickered in those inorganic eyes as they bore down on me. Instinctively, I staggered another step back.
His drowsy eyes lazily traced over me, and every spot they touched sent a chill skittering across my skin.
He wasnāt doing anythingājust looking at me. And yet it felt like a sharpened blade was pressed right against my throat.
āI was worried when I heard you werenāt well enough to go outā¦.ā
His gaze swept me head to toe, confirming my perfectly healthy state. Slowly, his eyelids lowered and lifted.
And then, as though he had never looked at me with such cold detachment, his eyes softened with a gentle smile as he said:
āI see youāre looking very healthy now, Lady Christener. What a relief.ā
So this was what it meant when people said a smiling face was scarier.
Heād donned a mask of warmth in an instant, but the chill lingering in his eyes was far from hidden.
When had he arrived? How much had he heard? Did he listen to everything?
Rixion Luhanes just stood there, smiling patiently as though waiting for my answer.
And yet, all I could imagine was those long, elegant fingers of his reaching for my throat.
I wanted to back away, but my legs wouldnāt obey. I wanted to say something, anything, but no sound came.
āIf you were curious about meā¦.ā
Drawing out his words deliberately, his eyes pinned me in place.
āā¦wouldnāt it have been better to ask me directly?ā