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Translator: Ryuu
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◈ The Male Leads are Trapped in My House
Chapter 12
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What Should I Do When I Know the World is About to End? (7)
[Important things to remember:
1 is Brunel, 3 is Semmul, 6 is Hague, 8 is Notium.]
I pointed to the note scribbled on the back of the blueprint. “Do you know what this means?” I asked Vanilla. “This was written on the back of the mansion’s blueprint. I understand Brunel is the name of this village, and Notium is the name of a street in the capital, but I don’t know what Semmul or Hague are.”
Vanilla furrowed her brows, staring at the writing for a long time before tilting her head in confusion. “I did not write this. It appears to be my father’s handwriting… If it is on the blueprint, it is probably related to the mansion,” she said. “However, since I had inherited property, I have no one I can ask for clarification.”
Mentioning her inheritance gave me a glimpse into her family history. It seemed that Vanilla’s father had originally owned the Happy House and he had bequeathed it to her before he died.
Still, the note raised too many unanswered questions, so I inquired further. “If it’s related to the mansion, why would Notium be mentioned? It’s just the name of a street in the capital.”
Vanilla’s eyes suddenly widened as if she had remembered something. “Could it be referring to the other properties owned by the Luskin family? I do have a mansion in Notium.”
“What about Hague and Semmul?”
“Hague…” she murmured. “Oh! I remember now. There is a mansion in Westmore, near Hague Street, at number ten. I inherited that one as well. Semmul, however? I haven’t the slightest idea. If I can recall something later, I will inform you.”
“What about the numbers written before the names?” I asked, still puzzled.
Both Vanilla and Eden shrugged, looking just as clueless as I felt. “No idea,” they replied in unison.
Losing interest in the topic, Vanilla gave me a curt nod. If the note was merely a list of properties owned by the Luskin family, there wasn’t much reason to dig further.
“All right. Thanks for answering,” I said. Then, she excused herself and left.
After folding the blueprint and tucking it back into my dress pocket, I finished the rest of my juice. Across from me, Eden was still engrossed in his newspaper. When I looked at him, he lowered the paper and gestured toward an article.
“Have you seen this?”
Eden placed the newspaper on the table, pointing to an article. My photograph was plastered across the page.
[Heir of the Sinclair Family, Cherry Sinclair: The Worst Cricket Player In History…!]
The headline was mortifyingly familiar. Beneath it was a picture of me in a cricket uniform, holding a bat with a bright, youthful grin. My face looked much younger, which made sense. This was an old article.
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When I was fifteen, I loved cricket. Loving something and being good at it, however, were two very different things. My skills were decent, but I was too frail to play competitively. My grip strength was laughably weak at the time. Mockery from the media and cricket fans alike had taught me the bitter taste of reality.
“Where did you even find this?” I asked, embarrassed.
“The police station keeps old newspapers in storage,” Eden replied.
“And you decided to dig this up because…?”
He smirked. “I am studying you.”
“What?”
What on earth did that mean? I stared at him, bewildered. Sitting cross-legged, he elegantly sipped his espresso. He looked like a picture from a magazine.
“You are an enigma,” he said. “I figured reading about your past might help me understand you better.”
Was this some kind of reverse interrogation? I wanted to ask him why he was so obsessed with me, but with the apocalypse looming, he would figure things out soon enough. It was better to ignore him and focus on my own survival.
“You only played cricket once. Why did you stop?” he asked.
“Didn’t that article give you a hint?”
“The public’s censure was harsh, yes, but you must have had some skill to play at such a young age...”
“I was terrible. My parents secretly donated to the team so I could play that season. I didn’t even know until later.”
Discovering that my so-called “achievement” had been bought rather than earned had been a crushing blow.
If I had been this freakishly strong back then, things might have turned out differently.
Even so, being a female cricket player wouldn’t have been easy. I smiled bitterly at the memory.
“So far, countless people have tried to get close to me because of the Sinclair name,” I said, pretending to dab at imaginary tears with a handkerchief. Of course, I wasn’t actually crying. “I get misunderstood a lot. People assume I’m a frivolous troublemaker who loves luxury and wouldn’t think twice about committing a crime.”
Sniffling theatrically, I continued. “I’m used to it, though. I’ll be fine.”
Eden hadn’t asked if I was okay, but I had answered anyway, rising from my seat. Whatever he thought he knew about me didn’t matter. The fact that he hadn’t arrested me yet meant that he didn’t have any solid evidence, just his suspicions.
As long as I hold out, I’ll be fine.
All I had to do was stay out of his clutches until the world ended.
I’m good at enduring.
With that thought, I clenched my fists and left the diner.
I could still feel Eden’s gaze on my back, but I ignored it and headed home. It was time to get back to cleaning the Happy House.
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