History at the Library-Chapter 14

God bless……. Vivian cooled down her cheeks that had been flushed red and slowly backed away. She had merely watched, but her face had heated up.

If I was to express this scene in writing…….

It truly was a waste to witness such a scene and merely stare at it blankly. Vivian distanced herself from the couple who appeared to be so caught in the pleasure that they were deaf to others, and held up her pen. Those sparkling and beautiful violet eyes shone with curiosity.

“Hah! No, Stop……!”

The gentleman caged the lady who convulsed within his two arms. Every time he thrust upwards, the neatly tied reddish-brown hair swayed.

What?

Vivian, who had seen the color of his hair, tilted her head. Wasn’t the neatly tied reddish-brown hair the symbol of Duke Bron?

As Duke Bron achieved the greatest popularity amongst the aristocratic ladies, for a while, it had been a trend amongst the Empire’s aristocrats to grow out their hair and tie it into one. The gentleman over there may also be only of the many on the bandwagon. However, Vivian was sharp-sighted, and that silhouette was incredibly familiar to her.

Perhaps, it was Duke Bron himself??

As the gentleman swept up his loose hair, her suspicions turned into confidence. If it was that stern and defined jawline and those dark eyes one couldn’t see into, there was not even the slightest space for suspicion that this was Duke Bron himself.

God bless, oh my lord.

This lady was two-timing His Majesty, the Emperor, to her left, and to the right, Duke Bron? Was this reality? Even Vivian asked herself the very odd question of Had I transmigrated into a romance novel without knowing?

This wasn’t a novel. This was a living, breathing, real figure. Soon, when she had returned to her senses, she couldn’t help but express her surprise at the lady who enjoyed this perilous situation that seemed to pop straight out of a romance novel.

Wow…… I could never do that.

Though she was the best at erotic novels, she was the worst when it came to real men. Perhaps if it was a novel, it was debatable, but in reality, she would probably be the innocent bystander that suffers between the fight of giants.

Like that lady right now.

“Ugh, ha……. Please don’t hasten me by tightening like that. No matter which gentleman you embrace, your reaction remains the same. It appears you were born gifted.”

Ha, how pitiful.

Vivian felt no jealousy, rather all the compassion possible swept into her heart like waves and overflowed. If it were a novel, she would have enjoyed it, but in reality, wasn’t this merely a sewer? Even if it was the Emperor and the Duke, this was a bit excessive.

Only

Though she shouted her love, what returned was remarks about how she was a prostitute, or how her body was vulgar, or how she embraced any man she came across, and more. They were people who went mad in order to wind up their partner.

They act in such a way even when faced with sincerity.

It was malicious and the absolute worst.

Just because you had a mouth and had the ability to speak didn’t imply you could say everything you wished. Though she did not know their specific circumstances, there was one thing she was certain of. Being Duke Bron didn’t grant one the right to step on another’s sincerity. She couldn’t understand what part of this Empire’s men was so likable – she found this behavior abhorrent.

In order to live happily, it was better to choose the man who gazed at only one woman like she hung the moon, regardless of their status level. It was alright to be poor because she could earn money. A sweet and gentleman was the best.

However, that was that, and in conclusion, she had obtained material for her novel.

The most popular Duke Bron as the male protagonist and his Majesty, the Emperor, as the second male protagonist would be the best-case scenario.

Also, it seemed like a kind, angel-like, quiet female protagonist who wasn’t subjective and easily moved would be the best choice. That way she could easily express the conflict between the two men and be swayed by each of them.