Episode 56

Ricardo couldn't sleep all night.

Because his mind was filled with thoughts of Blancche throughout the dawn.

He lay still on the bed like a doll, repeating his thoughts.

Last night, Blancche didn't get drunk or take sleeping pills.

Thanks to the members of the Jiatto family, who protected Blancche flawlessly, aside from the effects of the "Baisa's Bracelet."

However, Ricardo's heart was complicated.

After the engagement, Rudolpho's tormenting of Blancche kept coming to his mind.

Annoyed, Ricardo muttered, "Who is someone's potential daughter-in-law?"

Ricardo couldn't understand at all.

Until the engagement was decided, Rudolpho used to call Blancche "Your Highness" and show respect, but suddenly he changed.

Ricardo lay on the bed, staring at the bluish ceiling in the dawn air.

"I want to grow up quickly. If I did, I could scold Rudolpho like Guillermo does."

Last night, Ricardo was not the only one who thought of Rudolpho as despicable.

Guillermo, with his face red from alcohol, voluntarily guided Rudolpho to the restroom.

Ricardo went to the restroom to check when the two didn't come back.

There, he saw Guillermo fiercely confronting Rudolpho.

"I said it out of courtesy. I only got engaged to your son, I didn't become your slave overnight."

"If Ricardo hadn't claimed to be a witness, I might have really hit him."

"'Giermo may be annoying, but he's a good man to Blanche. ' I wonder why. Ricardo felt his chest tighten. 'I probably won't be a good man to Blanche after all. . . '"

He was only sixteen years old, immature, and had no strength to help Blanche.

"It seems like my father isn't interested in me, but who knows."

He suddenly remembered what happened yesterday afternoon. It was a heart-pounding thought. "What if I had kissed Blanche yesterday?"

Unconsciously, he immediately flipped the blanket over his head and jumped out of bed. He couldn't lie still with the heat rushing through his body.

If he could get Blanche's permission right now, he felt like he could stick to her for hours and kiss her.

And someday, when the day comes when it's really okay, Ricardo will hold her red hair in both hands, stroke her soft skin with his palm, and tell her all day long.

How amazing she is. And the fact that I was saved by your existence.

Ricardo's throat was dry with a desire to take her seat.

There was nothing he wanted more in his life than this.

Ricardo wanted to help Blanche.

So he decided to go see Ilya early in the morning.

Franco was an unambitious man. That's why he joined the Pochi family, who couldn't establish themselves properly in the southern region and were treated as perennial laborers.

He succeeded in conquering the dungeon with the family and gained power that couldn't be compared to the previous war.

However, Franco could be sure that he was facing even greater trials than when he almost died from a monster.

He couldn't just laugh it off and say, "Boss, your head has cooled down in the morning!" to the ill-tempered Rodolfo. Moreover, even Rodolfo's son, Achilles, had become a tight-lipped person, so who could calm down Rodolfo's temper tantrums?

Late afternoon. In one of the reception rooms of the Giato family house, Rodolfo Buja shouted in a loud voice, "Who the hell are you!"

Meanwhile, Franco lived in a modest room that looked like the third or fourth reception room of the Giato family. The reception room, where the spring breeze blew gently through the open window, was not enough to be called a guest room. Besides, there wasn't even a proper bed.

He swallowed a forced laugh. 'It seems like the Giato family is not very pleasing to us after all. '

Well, they were a group who openly mocked and approached Blancshe, so it was natural.

That was when.

Rodolfo sent a sharp gaze to Franco.

"Franco, are you okay?"

As soon as he heard those words, Franco swallowed his saliva nervously.

He did not hesitate to be enthusiastic in order to avoid becoming Rodolfo's outlet for venting anger.

"I'm fine! How could I be okay! Making the boss and Achilles like this! Even if I don't know who it is, if they catch them, I will make them pay!"

But why?

Suddenly, a sense of helplessness passed through the eyes of the rich man.

"Kid, you don't need to worry about us like that."

"Father is right, Franco. You should be just as upset as us."

It was an unexpected reaction.

Normally, he would have scolded, saying, "Are you saying that now! Instead of wasting time talking, catch the culprit right away?!"

Franco quickly retorted, "No! Even though hair grows quickly, both of them will become bald overnight! Hair is a man's life!"

Rodolfo frowned at the rude word.

". . . Bald?"

Franco realized that he had made an irreversible slip of the tongue too late. As cold sweat ran down his back, Rodolfo scolded him.

"Franco, you crazy bastard. Look in the mirror! You're going bald too!"

"What?"

Finally, Franco felt a gust of spring breeze brush through his receding hairline.

Franco, who enjoyed alcohol and women, had grown up to be a healthy twenty-five-year-old as long as he had hair. And now he had become completely bald, unable to do anything about it. Franco, with his sunken eyes, protested.

"Baldness and going bald are different!"

That's when it happened. Number 3 of the Puccio family, who had disappeared without a trace, suddenly opened the living room door. It was Orlando, a forty-two-year-old man, wearing a yellow towel on his head, hiding every strand of hair. He also had three towels in his hands.

After a while, four bald men, with towels wrapped around their heads like people from the desert kingdom, gathered and rubbed their heads together. "Let's catch this guy and see who he is. . ."

In an angry voice that no one knew who it belonged to, they all nodded in agreement. And soon they remembered. The last memory before losing consciousness last night was drinking with Blanche.

They all got drunk before Blancshe.

They had to know the truth.

Despite knocking down four men with alcohol, there was no sign of drunkenness or fatigue on Blancshe's face.

"It stinks, go away."

Silvano, who was with Blancshe, laughed while covering his mouth.

In an instant, the jester of the tight-knit family burst into flames.

"Future daughter-in-law! What kind of language is that!"

Blancshe immediately frowned because she didn't want to hear the tone of Marcrit Viscount.

Before she could say anything, Silvano stepped forward.

"Pochione boss, shouldn't you calm down? Blancshe is not your family member right away."

Rodolfo swallowed his words. It's not appropriate for Silvano to overturn the blame for Blancshe's failure.

Rodolfo's goal was to make Blancshe his daughter-in-law and devour her spine.

At one time, Silvano had the same intention.

That's why he's farting like this.

"So you've become bald."

To call a bald person bald! It's indescribably cruel. While the three tightwads, excluding Rodolfo, were at a loss, Rodolfo vehemently denied it. "Who's bald, who!"

Silvano opened his eyes wide. "Then why did all four of you suddenly become outsiders? Don't tell me, did you all go on a tour of the Desert Kingdom together last night?"

Rodolfo stopped without refuting.

Eventually, his voice lowered. "You bastard. How did you know we became bald? Don't tell me, was it you?! Did you make our heads look like this?!"

Blancshe intervened. "No. I did it." She confidently faced the astonished gaze of the Pochione family.

Blancshe sang while watching Achilles.

"I told you. I have a serious injection."

It's a blatant lie.

Anyway, finally Achilles and the Pochio family came to mind.

In a daze, Rodolfo lost his words, but not Achilles.

| Then she tilted her head as if she couldn't understand. | "If this is unfamiliar to you, don't worry, you'll experience it many times in the future. Once the Pochio family gets used to it, it'll be fine."

Silvano laughed so hard that he couldn't hold his belly and even tapped the conference table with his palm.

Only then did Achilles realize that it was a wrong choice to involve Blancshe with the Pochio family from the beginning.

Achilles was speechless, and Franco and Orlando were filled with curses but desperately held them back.

But not Rodolfo.

Trembling with shame, he opened his eyes wide.

"This arrogant. . . !"

Blancshe laughed out loud.

"Arrogant? Who? Me, the digitalis prince? Or, are you referring to Rodolfo, who falls down with just one punch from my fist?"

After hearing those words, Rodolfo finally remembered the taste of Blancshe's punch.

| Along with the fact that he had wandered around the first-floor corridor of the Giato Family's house in the past.

Blancshe's expression turned fierce towards Rodolfo, who was consumed by anger.

"Why? Do you have something to say?"

Rodolfo carefully chose his words of explanation while desperately catching his breath.

Blancshe's punch hurt. A lot. "No, I mean. . . I. . ."

That's when it happened.

Ricardo appeared without warning.

"Blancshe!"

The villainess, who received the family's worship,

Note: Unrevised