One of the heroines of the story is also the childhood friend of the Protagonist.
Veronica Arkwood.
The only impression Ed could form after reading so many lines and a few arcs centered on her was that she is a dishonest and rude character who says something and feels something.
What was the term? Tsundere? Yes, that's it.
The only person who understood the true meaning behind her words and acted against what she said, was the Protagonist. Naturally, slowly, her character changes, and she becomes more honest with her thoughts.
However, it was just her parents and the main character who got such affection from her. Those whom she dislikes...they only get the bite of her venomous tongue.
And someone like Carlisle, who has been head over heels for her for a few months now—she treats such people like the dust on her sandals. Unnecessary and irritating.
"It's been a while," Carlisle spoke as he and Veronica walked into the garden all alone.
The girl had flowing red hair and a pair of glowing red eyes like ruby.
Although they both were of the same age, the girl looked much more grown up with her poised way of walking and the way she held herself.
As if etiquette and mannerisms are being fed to her three times a day.
"I heard you were kidnapped," She asked, her voice holding no sorrow or concern.
She glanced at Carlisle with a look of sarcasm as she said, "I bet the kidnappers must have gotten annoyed by your noisy personality and threw you away.", contempt laced in her tone.
Carlisle raised his brows, "You think so, huh? Well, I seem to hold no worth in your eyes."
Veronica paused. Her face morphs into a grin as she says, "You realize it now? Shouldn't you have already guessed it when you used to wag your tail before me and I didn't give a single shi* about you? You are nothing but a burden to this world. Why didn't you just die back then?"
As Carlisle mentioned before, she has a venomous tongue.
And it wasn't like Carlisle liked to be bad-mouthed. Rather he was just too crazy for her beauty to think of it as a bad thing. He just believed that Veronica was too shy to relay her honest thoughts.
However, it wasn't that. She just hated Carlisle because of how useless he was, and also, she didn't like the business in which the Ravenshade family was involved.
The only reason she still tolerates the young master of the Ravenshade family is because of her parents.
According to them, the Ravenshade family is a very significant asset to humanity but not being closely allied to any other clans, there is a high chance for them to ultimately leave the human domain and migrate to a higher realm.
So, this was more like a diplomatic relationship to bind Ravenshade to the human realm.
And because of them, all Veronica could do was tolerate this piece of junk—no, useless junk, since some junk at least becomes useful for something. But Carlisle? He is practically the most irresponsible and useless human being she has ever come across.
Carlisle smiled…a smile she wasn't expecting. By now, he should have already returned to his usual self and started to flatter her. That how beautiful she looked and how right she was about him.
However, he was unusually silent right now…as if, "Did you hit your head or something? Or maybe they hit you on your head and you have-'
"Enough, Veronica!" suddenly a voice roared, making the redhead shiver.
She hurriedly spun on her heel before she turned to look at the person who was glaring daggers at her.
"F-Father?"
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[A few minutes ago]
The couple from the Arkwood family were gathered in the private reception hall with the main members of the Ravenshade family.
It might be considered rude for the patriarch to leave the celebration to attend some special guests, even though the Ruling Minister was also present in the ceremony, however, the Ravenshade family doesn't care about customs and social norms.
"I am really relieved to see little Carl doing fine." Lady Arkwood—a woman in her late thirties with long red hair, named Iris—called out with a warm smile.
Victoria smiled in response, "Yes, it indeed is fortunate."
There was something the Patriarch of the Arkwood family noticed about Elion—the man was frowning for some reason.
"Elion…is everything okay?" Eric Arkwood—the head of the Arkwood family—finally asked.
Elion raised his eyes before he looked at Victor and handed him an earpiece.
The older son took the earpiece and attached it to the projector for everyone to see what was the cause of Elion's concern.
The projector showed the face of their daughter who was currently with Carlisle.
"This…" Iris voiced, her eyes slightly widened.
However, Eric remained silent and heard what his daughter was saying.
And as they continued to hear, Eric and Iris's expression changed.
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Carlisle watched expressionlessly, the girl who was being cocky until a moment ago, being all teary-eyed while the Lord of Arkwood family apologized to Carl's father in the private reception room.
Victor squeezed Carlisle's arm assuringly, making Carl nod in response.
Looking closely, there were tears in Anastasia's eyes as well.
Well, hearing Veronica talking so cruelly to her son must be disheartening for her.
"I don't know what I should do, Eric. I really thought that Carl and Veronica have a good relationship…but now, I leave the decision to Carl."
Turning toward his youngest child, Elion asked, "What do you want to do, Carl?"
Every eye turned toward Carlisle.
Carl noticed that the pair of eyes which had been looking at him with contempt until now was looking at him pleadingly.
Carlisle could understand why Veronica was being so passive and was begging him for a second chance.
It was not because she was apologetic but rather because she feared what her parents would say. She didn't want to disappoint her parents.
And for the Arkwood family, the engagement between Carlisle and Veronica is very important.
He can just shrug and say that he forgave the girl. That might change Veronica's personality?
However, "I don't want to see her face anymore."
Their relationship comes to an end here.
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