I Became The Villain's Secretary

Chapter 2

Diell calendar July 5, year 611. Renar got into the carriage sent from the royal palace.

"Make sure you don't die, or our family will not survive." The Viscount showed no hesitation in uttering such dread words to his own son.

But Renar wasn't particularly impressed, it wasn't like he felt any affection for him anyway. But he wasn't certainly letting him off.

Renar raised his middle finger without hesitation just as the carriage started to move, it was childish but he was treated like a sinner the day after accepting to be the Grad Duke's secretary, his adoptive sister Ruby was crying non-stop, his adoptive mother screamed at him all day long and the adoptive father just glared, truly the worst treatment that he could receive in just one day.

But it didn't matter anymore, this was just the beginning, whether he died or not.

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"A new secretary will come today!"

"Is that so?"

"I'm sure you're not interested but they're from the Borgia family. They have no strong ties to the imperial family and aren't related to politics either. Is there anything else you wish to know?"

The one thing Claude looked into most when picking out a new secretary was whether they were under the imperial family or not. This was the reason why he went to the Borgia family rather than picking someone from the academy.

All the secretaries who are selected once or twice a month end up either killed because they're spies or fired because they're genuinely incompetent, but Claude couldn't predict the outcome this time.

Devland brushed his brown hair back and looked at him in an uninterested face, "No need for all that information."

Claude scratched his forehead as he frowned. He was always unsatisfied with Devland's hair. He had suggested on using pomade to slick it up a bit since he was the Grand Duke now, but his idea was rejected immediately.

"When was he coming again?"

"Today."

Still uninterested, Devland picked up the fountain pen again and began writing again.

"Do you need your crown?" Claude asked as he fixed the red robe on his shoulders.

The crown, which was full of diamonds, rubies and pearls, was the treasure of the Grand Duchy of Mors and a symbol of its blood connection with the imperial family. Devland nodded. Just as Claude was about to carefully place the crown on his head, a knock was at the door.

"Ah! The new secretary must be here!"

"Don't freak too much. If you failed to bring someone worth listening to again, I'll fire him on the spot and I'll have no mercy this time."

'Come on stop saying that! At this rate I'll die a virgin! Hire this secretary and don't fire him for at least a few months!' Claude met Devland's eyes and didn't turn away.

He must be tired from the work. But Devland didn't care one bit anyway.

"Let him in." The two doors opened as soon as Claude commanded the guards. Between the doors was Renar.

Devland frowned.

He blinked, thinking that he was seeing things. His eyes scanned Renar from head to toe.

His thick, wavy, light ginger hair was pulled back from the sides, letting the tuft fall over his forehead. His fair skin was elegant and his yellow eyes were brighter than the sun. His nose wasn't too small or too big, and his red lips reminded him of a cherry. He was wearing a normal, boring black suit with a white shirt underneath.

"This little squirrel?" Devland said. He tilted his head to look at Claude as if he was demanding an explanation.

"This is Renar Borgia, the new secretary." Claude was smiling proudly as if he had done a great deed. He looked ready to clap any moment.

Renar looked around Devland's room and walked in another step. The door closed behind him.

"Glory and honor upon the star of the empire, the captain of the north and the eagle of the army. I'm honored to be here today, working for His Grace the Grand Duke of Mors." Renar bowed and greeted him.

"This is the one you chose? What's with that ridiculously long greeting?" Devland said, almost sneering.

"It's just as you see it, Your Grace."

Devland slowly got up. He closed the distance between himself and Renar quickly with his long legs. And it wasn't so he could give him a welcoming greeting. The air around them changed slightly.

Renar inhaled sharply.

'Huh? Something's wrong here, what's with this freezing atmosphere? How come he didn't like that greeting? It's the same one that the female lead used the first time she met him!'

However the coldness from Devland's body felt like it could freeze the entire room. Renar felt a shadow towering over him. He was right in front of him. The man who was described as perfect and scary as hell. He had laughed when he saw the exaggerated description, but now that he was actually seeing him in person, he felt a knot in his stomach, he was truly terrifying.

Renar's gaze slowly headed upwards.

Devland's eyes met Renar's. He knew his personality, no, more exactly he knew he would die that day so he may have just said 'Please spare me' and begged for his life, but instead he decided to try the greeting that saved the female lead's life, he was regretting it now.

'Who am I kidding!? She is a pure, effortlessly sexy and delicate woman! I'm just a man, but damn it what I am supposed to come up with in a situation like this if I already know the ending!'

Devland looked down arrogantly at Renar with an uninterested expression.

"I hate gingers." He said almost with a smirk.

Silence fell.

"I've never heard you say that, Your Grace!"

"Excuse me?" Renar whispered while looking at Devalnd in disbelief, was this the reason? The original Renar died because he was a ginger?

Claude and Renar both looked confused.

Renar, who even knew of his preferences, was even more shocked.

'Think again, you rascal. From what I know, you don't have such disliking for gingers!' Renar was speaking with his eyes. But Devland only interpreted his expression as funny.

"I especially don't like gingers who glare at me like that."

'Me? Glare? I'm literally not glaring!' This was ridiculous. Devland must have taken his desperateness the wrong way.

"Why did you bring this pipsqueak as my secretary? Do a thorough research on the Borgia family all over again." Devland returned to his seat after he had finished talking.

'Wait, so it's not time to die yet!? I'll become a slave or something? He never lets someone who he doesn't like go back, that's literally common knowledge!' That was even worse than dying. This couldn't be happening.

Renar's complexion drained.