Duke, Please Let Go of My Ankle! Chapter 2.1

 

 

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“Oh, you surprised me!”

 

Hans grabbed his chest and glared at his friend bitterly.

 

Seeing her holding the newspaper and arguing, saying that there’s no way this could have happened, it’s clear that she went crazy again.

 

 

「2nd place: Count Claude Emilton

 

◎ I’m curious about his desire behind his sweet mask! A man who stimulates women’s thrilling imagination.」

 

 

“How dare you! Brother Claude just took second place? Brother Claude was so perfect!” (Audrey)

 

“…”

 

That’s right.

 

Hans shook his head and quickly shifted his attention somewhere else.

 

Audrey, on the other hand, stared at the name engraved on it, bewildered.

 

 

「1st place: Duke Derek Fritt.

 

◎ A man like a beast that couldn’t be tamed. Ladies, be careful of this dangerous man!」

 

 

“…”

 

No way!

 

In this survey, just looking at the nuances, shouldn’t the ‘Prince of the Night‘ be chosen?

 

However, the man who took first place was a man who could easily shred a bed with only his bare hands.

 

Maybe he could even break a person lying on him…

 

‘Of course, shouldn’t everyone be careful? He’s the devil in the battlefield who cuts people like steaks!’ (Audrey)

 

If it was Duke Fritt, Audrey knew.

 

Wasn’t he the one who ended the half-century war?

 

I have never met him in person, but I’m familiar with rumors circulating throughout.

 

The demon of the battlefield, the butcher from hell, the bloodbath of criantes, the bloody Duke, the servant of the devil, and many more…

 

As the nickname suggests, he was a man famous for his rumors rather than his heroic stories.

 

‘The Duke of Fritt originally had dark eyes like the night sky. But the enemy’s blood splattered so much that his eyes turned red.’

 

‘What are they talking about? His eyes were originally red. That’s why he could only see red bloody things in the world. One time, they said he couldn’t tell the difference between water and blood, so he took a blood bath?’

 

‘Of course. It would be faster for Duke Fritt to kill a man than for me to catch a fly.’

 

Others said that he took out a child’s liver, or when it was a full moon, he went crazy and rampaged on people.

 

Since the parties did not come forward, there was no way to ascertain the facts.

 

However, if anyone had met him at least once, there was no doubt that all the rumors would be true.

 

Bloody eyes full of strange desire, those are the characteristics of a man who killed many people.

 

Because that was considered a proof.

 

Even some nobles have always carefully asked for regards whenever they met Audrey.

 

‘The Count… was he doing well?’

 

‘Of course.’

 

‘Was he sick?’

 

‘He’s very healthy.’

 

‘That’s good! You should always be careful, always.’

 

“…”

 

That’s why her father, Count Kevelson, his friend Count Emilton, and even Claude worked for that terrifying man.

 

However, Audrey has never met him.

 

“I’m sure he’s a tough-looking guy.”

 

Yes. That’s why the people were frightened about the news and produced this kind of timidity.

 

Maybe he used his limbs while he was already bound.

 

“…Hmph.”

 

Audrey stubbornly shut her mouth and threw the newspaper away.

 

If I could, I wanted to put a lot of more important details into the newspaper.

 

However, even for me, who doesn’t have any idea about Duke Fritt. He was just a scary existence like a summer night’s ghost story.

 

“What, why are you so upset? You look like a squirrel who lost its acorns.”

 

Hans picks up the newspaper to see if it has something interesting, while looking at his troubled friend.

 

As soon as he saw what’s in the newspaper, he became furious.

 

“But you always read the Imperial Newspaper? If you don’t like it, try something else…”

 

At that moment, Hans stopped speaking.

 

His eyes were fixed on a corner of the newspaper. Exactly at the end of number 15.

 

Hans blinked for a long time as if he couldn’t believe it, his friend also saw the newspaper.

 

Hans smashed the door, he looked like he’s in despair.

 

“What kind of results was this?”

 

“I know right?”

 

“It doesn’t make sense, Me? At the 15th place?”

 

“…”

 

“Hey, don’t ever believe in things like this. Really, me? No matter how bad I am, I could make it to at least 5th place. Wow!” (Hans)

 

“…”

 

Audrey’s face went cold. Her gaze at her friend was full of extreme hatred.

 

‘Well then.’

 

For some reason, I thought our plan worked.

 

What kind of result was that? How dare you try to match with Claude in just a palm of a hand?

 

He’s looking to make excuses with his sort of unhappy face. I could not even recognize his appearance.

 

“Lies.” (Audrey)

 

“Hey! You don’t know anything!”

 

“Oh, it’s too loud! I don’t really want to know.” (Audrey)

 

“You’re going to be surprised. I couldn’t even show you this… Anyway, it’s all a lie.” (Hans)

 

“I hope you’re not thinking of showing it to me, oh please! just keep it to yourself.”

 

“What? You, really!”

 

Hans acted as if he had been hiding something unusual.

 

However, Audrey only snorted, and did not pay much attention to what Hans was saying.

 

Hans, whose self-esteem was even more hurt, ran wild.

 

‘He’s just always bringing up age, when it comes to a moment like this.’ (Audrey)

 

He’s three years younger than me. So I only pretend that I know nothing.

 

She never held a man’s hand, because when she does she throws up.

 

But for Audrey…

 

“You’ve never held a girl’s hand either.”

 

The moment she blew out a nibble, his mouth had nothing to say.

 

‘…How could I lose at this one? This savage acorn.’ (Hans)

 

Even after waking up from death, Hans couldn’t beat Audrey.