History at the Library

Still Early in the Morning (7)

Vivian pouted her lips and headed to the mansion’s study. When asked what the Great Duke liked, everyone said it was a book.

That’s a book.

Vivian knew that Aiden was morbidly fond of books.

The answer she wanted from the maids was his secret taste or hobby that Vivian didn’t know about. His favorite food was also good to know. She wanted to know a really small and trivial hint.

He was aware of his fiery feelings, but he didn’t know anything about them.

But she guessed it wasn’t just for her. The maids exchanged glances and looked unsure.

“His Grace’s hobby is reading books, and he doesn’t have a preference for food. He would eat everything from the royal palace chef to the cheap food on the street.”

When it comes to food, there seems to be nothing particularly he likes or dislikes.

Come to think of it, Vivian has never seen him cover his food. Instead, she felt like he was eating a lot to maintain his size and muscles, but she thought he was a type to go for quantity rather than quality.

It’s difficult…

But she can’t just set everything up and eat as much as she wants, can she?

And he didn’t have any other hobby except reading. There was no twist in that he enjoyed horseback riding or hunting, or secretly hid his hobby of arranging flowers.

His hobbies were reading books first, reading books second, and reading books third. While in the mansion, Aiden’s job was either to get around at night and make up for sleep, or to read a book.

She used to tease him for being a golden unemployed man who didn’t even work, but she’s never seen a nobleman, or the Imperial family, playing with such a lame kill of time. Young masters of the noble family seemed to play more debauchery than this.

Aiden had a lot of secrets. Aside from what he does every night, there was little to know about him.

Is he intentionally hiding himself?

If that was true, it means that even the servants that worked in the mansion did not notice it.

But Aiden was a man who was bothered to even wander around during the day. Did he have to hide himself thoroughly in front of servants, who were waiting for him?

Well, she was sure this wasn’t right. Vivian, who was lost in thought for a moment, shook her head.

In addition, the servants seemed to know something, and just by leading the conversation on a topic related to it, Vivian noticed them to be either silent or afraid.

It’s also suspicious that servants go around like ghosts.

It seemed almost impossible to dig up secrets through maids because they were acting like they were losing their lives.

Also, all the clues to dig up the secret came down to his Night Outing.

Hobbies and stress accumulated in the past may be nothing more than a place to go around at night and relax.

I’m sure your hobby is not slaughter.

Vivian recalled a time when he came back with the smell of blood all over his body and said it wasn’t his. In fact, she was digging into his secrets before confessing about the future.

She thought it’s right to stand up, but it seems impossible to ask him for the truth, who keeps his mouth shut no matter how much she inquires.

She has no choice but to firmly believe that he is not like that. No, she had to believe it.

Maybe he was attacked on his way, or an assassin appeared.

Of course there’s no reason to go out every night for that reason.

“Whew… I don’t know.”

She should have expected this to go wrong from the time she knew he was the Grand Duke of Black, but offered to be a lover.

It was all on its own anyway. If he was a really dangerous man, it was a matter to think about then. She didn’t know anything at the moment.

Vivian headed to the study, shaking off her unnecessarily complicated head.

If the only thing he liked was a book, she was going to do a small event by inserting a note between the books. In fact, she wanted to confess out of the blue, but there was no mood after he attacked her like that before? He pretends he doesn’t like it, but he likes it unexpectedly.

So what did she say before? Slicing steaks, bathing roses, drinking wine…

Thinking that far, Vivian shivered, sweeping down the goosebumps on her forearm. She was sick and tired of writing such things in a sensual novel. She doesn’t know why she has to create such an atmosphere when it’s no different to confess in the end.

But since they’ve been in a relationship that only coveted each other’s bodies, this might interest him in a different way.

All right, she shall do her best to serve him.

Vivian walked in like a gallant general and began to look around the books. The Grand Duke’s study was a sea of

books so vast that even a library could not be said to be lacking. Almost all books, regardless of humanities, science, politics, religion, magic, and prohibition, were organized by type.

Hmmm… To confess, I’d like romance as well.

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