The Villain’S Daughter-In-Law Is Inherently Powerful [EN]: Chapter 41

“My father emits very strong pheromones. My grandfather and adoptive mother are the same. Ian’s pheromones have also become stronger lately….”

So, the stronger the beast, the stronger the pheromone it emits.

If that’s the case, Dante, who is good enough to win in Group A, should have strong pheromones, right?

– John, is that true?

“I apologize. It was a gathering with many students, so I couldn’t distinguish Dante’s pheromones individually.”

– That’s understandable. But Florin managed to isolate Dante’s pheromones even in that environment.

Oh, is this also an ability?

I scratched my cheek and added, “To be exact, I noticed that no pheromones were coming from Dante… It wasn’t that the pheromones were weak, I just didn’t feel anything. Isn’t that strange?”

– Yes, that’s becoming problematic. I’ll attend the championship match tomorrow.

“Really?”

– Yes.

“Okay! But Father, where are you right now? Why is the wind so loud?”

Some whooshing and hissing sounds kept interfering with the call.

My father replied nonchalantly, “Ah, just… dealing with a troublesome fellow. It’s nothing.”

“Um… Anyway, Father, I need some snacks. Can you send them by teleport?”

– Snacks?

“A lot, enough to share with the students. I think I’ll go see Dante!”

– I will.

With that, my excuse to go see the training is set!

I was waiting quietly for the snacks to arrive by teleport when John, looking at me, cautiously spoke, “But little mistress, can you really distinguish someone’s pheromones separately even in a crowded place?”

“Uh-huh. I thought everyone could do that…?”

“No. You can distinguish the dominant pheromones of an alpha, but that’s more like being overwhelmed than distinguishing them individually.”

John made an embarrassed expression.

I agreed that dominant pheromones were scary, so I nodded seriously.

“Dominant pheromones are so unique, but feeling only one person’s pheromones separately in a situation where many people are gathered is nearly impossible.”

“When you say it like that, it sounds like a very impressive ability.”

“It is a great ability. Little mistress, you surprise me every time.”

Even so, how does this help?

Even now, I only know that Dante’s pheromones can’t be felt, but I have no idea what that means.

I was just worried that Dante might be sick.

Even albinos have weak pheromones, so how could a child from a good family like Dante not have any pheromones?

“Oh, little mistress! The snacks have arrived.”

At that moment, a light flashed in the air, and two very large baskets appeared.

Inside, there were plenty of cheese muffins with a delicious smell, making me happy just to look at them.

‘I wish Dante would eat them.’

I picked up the one on top and handed it to John.

“Wow, are you giving it to me?”

“Yeah! Let’s go meet Dante. I want to confirm that his pheromones really can’t be felt.”

Maybe this is related to Dante’s childhood wounds.

‘My goal number 4.’

To save the tormented male leads before Raheen does.

So that there’s no room for Raheen to step in!

‘Oh, but wait a minute.’

I stopped in my tracks.

‘So, the male protagonists’ wounds… the ones Raheen healed… what were they?’

* * *

My request to watch the training at the training ground was easily resolved when John intervened. So now I was in a place called [Immanuel Training Ground].

It was a training ground named after the family head, Grandfather Immanuel, and of course, it was a training ground 100% funded by the Driblyane family.

I sat quietly in the shade, blankly watching the 10-year-old students doing 100 vertical cuts and 100 horizontal cuts each.

John was teaching the students, glancing at me from time to time, looking worried that I might wander off on my own.

‘I have a lot of worries, so I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry.’

I waved my hand at John to convey that.

My current worries and questions were twofold.

First, why can’t I feel pheromones from Dante?

Second, why don’t I remember the original work in detail?

I naturally turned my gaze to Dante. It was a little sad, but also cool, to see him training while sweating.

‘But I definitely can’t feel any pheromones.’

Just in case, I focused on each of the other kids, and they all had their own pheromones. Only Dante is empty, like a cookie jar that’s been completely emptied.

‘He seems to be training fine, so I don’t think he’s hurt anywhere.’

Will I find out when Father comes tomorrow?

If so, let’s assume there’s an answer for now.

‘I’m the problem.’

Until now, I had never doubted the fact that ‘Raheen will suddenly appear in Driblyane in the future.’ And I also believed that ‘everyone will fall in love with Raheen.’

Because this is a novel with Raheen as the main character.

‘Raheen will heal the childhood wounds that the male protagonists each have, and they will get closer as a result.’

But… there was a trap in this truth that seemed as certain as the sun rising in the morning and the moon rising at night.

‘So what is that wound?’

Why can’t I remember that?

The reason for falling in love is also the most important part of a romance novel.

‘There has to be a reason whether the emotional connection is convincing or not.’

Rescuing someone who was seriously injured, lifting a curse, or even a childhood connection, etc.

But I only know that Raheen saved them, and I can’t remember what the underlying issue was at all.

‘Does that make sense?!’

I tore at my hair, which I had taken the trouble to style, and agonized.

Whether I’m too stupid to remember or whether it’s really not in the original work.

‘If I can’t remember… did I just skim through the steamy scenes…?’

Ugh, I suddenly feel ashamed.

So I decided to come to a conclusion that suited me.

‘It’s definitely not in the original work!’

But… does that make sense?

“Take a break!”

“Wow!”

It was then. At the instructor’s shout, the students put down their wooden swords and cheered.

Watching John rush to my side, I also got up from my seat and dusted off my skirt.

I have to go to Dante!

“John, can you hand out the muffins?”

“Yes, I understand.”

As expected, Dante didn’t even turn his head towards me and left. Everyone else is lining up to get muffins.

‘I knew it, so I saved one muffin in advance.’

I am the embodiment of perseverance that even Ian gave up on.

As I held the muffin with the handkerchief I had prepared in advance and approached him, Dante increased his pace as if he was annoyed.

“Dante! Look at all that sweat. Let’s eat this and cool off for a while, huh?”

“…….”

“Dante! Lapiren asked me to say hello!”

“Get lost.”

Wow, he’s several times more prickly than Ian.

Dante glared at me and immediately jumped up a large tree and disappeared. Judging from the sound of the branches bouncing, it seems he went somewhere through the trees.

“It’s no use!”

“Just leave him alone.”

“He’s been strange lately.”

As I stared blankly at the tree, a few kind children approached and spoke to me. Everyone was holding muffins, so it seemed like the snack had won them over.

“Hey, guys, Dante wasn’t originally like that, was he?”

“No, Dante was playful.”

“But these days, he doesn’t try to get along with anyone. Is it puberty!”

It would be okay if it was just early puberty… but still, didn’t his personality change too suddenly?

My first attempt to get close failed spectacularly, but I’m not one to be depressed just because I was rejected once.

‘Oh? But those people are hurt too?’

Behind the young students who were eating muffins diligently, a group of servants appeared.

They leveled the dirt in the training ground again, but two of them moved awkwardly as if their legs were uncomfortable.

They’re not wearing bandages or anything… but… yes, like someone who had a big cut on their thigh…?

“It’s getting late, so it’s best to return to your room, little mistress.”

“Uh-huh.”

Something felt uneasy, but it’s not something an outsider should be asking about.