The Obsessive Second Male Lead Has Gone Wild
Chapter 8: That was Rurutia’s last meeting with Gust.

That was Rurutia’s last meeting with Gust.

A few days later, Gust stood trial in court. He was indicted of crimes over inflicting excessive abuse on the princess of the class.

Gael said that he cried every night, thinking of his daughter. He also claimed that Gust had attacked him when he stood in front of his daughter’s attacker.

The judge sided with Gael.

Gust was to be hanged.

Gael said he couldn’t kill the vassal and ended up exiling him from the empire.

The audience was moved, saying he had a merciful heart.

Gael, who took over the place of the ‘successful top-lord,’ worked with the new system and saved the cost of materials to achieve even greater results.

The competitiveness of the Top of Bruque turned the line into one geared toward a quality product, not the packaging, under Gael’s stewardship.

When Rurutia found out the truth, everything was over.

She was alone again, but luckily she had in her schedule several new meetings. But the miraculous new connections didn’t last long.

“I lost my life partner because of you. You should be alone just the same!”

Anyone who opened up to Rurutia faced a miserable end due to Gael’s harassment. When the same thing happened several times, everyone who worked in the mansion became reluctant to approach Rurutia.

Fortunately, Sui, a maid, was left with Rurutia, but Rurutia couldn’t open her heart completely.

If I get any closer, my father will hurt Sui.

Rurutia was left all alone with her thoughts and emotions.

* * *

A week before the wedding, there was to be a reception at the Duke of Brucke’s mansion.

Rurutia, sitting in front of Gael, bowed her head like a sinner.

“You’ll need a lot of food in order to prepare for the ceremony. You must marry Count Hyde, who has a large farm.”

Rurutia read the marriage declaration Gael handed over. The marriage partner was to be Count Hyde, who had in his possession many acres of farmland.

Unlike Rurutia, who was just around the age of the coming-of-age ceremony, Count Hyde was in his late 40s.

The conditioning class that Rurutia had to attend was not bad, but the age difference proved to be too much.

Gael unilaterally informed her without asking her opinion that the decision had been made.

“I’m done preparing for the wedding and we’re going to have a huge feast in a few days.”

She knew this day would come.

She knew she would be the wife of an unwanted man, but wasn’t a man as old as his father too much?

“Father. Count Hyde is too old…”

As if there was no need to listen, Gael hastily cut off her words.

“About thirty years older than you. So what’s the problem?”

Sitting across from him, Rurutia grabbed her skirt tightly.

It was clear that accepting this marriage would lead to sudden death and not without great pain.

It wasn’t simply because she would become the wife of an old count. When she experimented a long time ago, she often came across strange dreams.

Rurutia, lying on a white bed, was reading a book in her room with a bottle of water next to her.

Every time she dreamed the same dream, her memories became clearer, and recently she learned that it was a past life.

She, in her previous lives, was also limited in time as she was now.

In her last life, she was a part of a love story.

Only

The love story of the prince and his maid in the whirlpool of the imperial throne.

In it, Rurutia appeared and the story unfolded before her. The story didn’t have a happy ending, but soon another vision unfolded. In this version, she saw her future.

In it, Count Hyde couldn’t believe his misfortune when he heard that Rurutia didn’t have long to live.

“What? You’ll die when you’re 20?”

Gael gave his blessings for Rurutia to marry Hyde, all the while hiding her psychic abilities from Hyde. Count Hyde was furious when he learned the truth.

“I have only two years left! Can I have children in it?”

Count Hyde became very angry saying he had been scammed, then sent for wine.

Rurutia, who drank the wine he received as a gift, vomited blood.