The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 31, Parents Are True Love, You Are an Accident

“Wha… what…”

Looking at the intertwined fingers and the deep gazes exchanged between Father and Mother, who seemed oblivious to anyone else, Mu’en suddenly felt a bewildering sense of being left out, like a dog being ignored.

This development is not right.

I, Mu’en Campbell, am supposed to be the beloved son, right?

What happened to your indulgence?

What happened to your meticulous care?

And now, you suddenly leave me all alone and run off—does that make sense?

Does it make sense!

And why on earth are there suddenly younger siblings?!

So, the reason Mu’en Campbell ends up so miserable in the original story is actually because you had new sons and daughters and forgot about him, right?!

“Um… Father, Mother, you both are leaving, what am I supposed to do?”

Mu’en felt he had to salvage the situation; at the very least, he should go with them and not be left in this dangerous ghost town of Belrand.

“Should I also…”

“Hmm? What are you going to do?”

Noyas looked over with a puzzled expression:

“Little Mu’en, aren’t you starting school soon? St. Maria Academy provides food and accommodation, it’s safe and reliable—what’s there to worry about? If you’re worried about pocket money, there’s no need; we’ve already given your allowance to An to manage. You can just take it from An whenever you want.”

“No, that’s not what I mean…”

St. Maria Academy has the main characters and Selisia there—how could it possibly be safe and reliable for me, Mu’en?!

“What I mean is… what if I encounter another assassination?”

Mu’en’s thoughts raced as he searched for reasons:

“Exactly, that’s it! Last time I was just lucky; if I encounter another assassination, won’t I be done for?”

“Assassination? Why would you encounter an assassination?”

Longen frowned, appearing quite perplexed.

“What benefit do you gain from an assassination?”

“Of course there is! I am…”

I am the son of a duke.

Mu’en had originally intended to say this.

But halfway through, he froze.

Right.

He was indeed the son of a duke, but who would take the trouble to assassinate him?

Would assassinating him deal a blow to the Campbell family?

No.

Because currently, the Duke of Campbell was his father, Ronan Campbell.

This 【Lion King】 was in his prime.

And most importantly…

Mu’en’s gaze flicked to Noyas’s lower abdomen.

— Now that the second heir of the Campbell family was already on the way, who would be foolish enough to risk the wrath of the dukedom to assassinate a useless playboy like him?!

Are they that bored?!

“I know that the incident with Celicia has left you with some psychological scars, but rest assured, no one is so idle as to assassinate you.”

Ronan patted Mu’en’s shoulder, wearing an expression that seemed to say “with you being this useless, just relax” as he comforted him:

“And if someone really wanted to assassinate you, the person they send wouldn’t be very strong. The barriers of the duke’s residence have been reinforced by me; there will definitely be no problem.”

“……”

Mu’en felt like crying without tears.

Is this comfort? You’re stabbing a knife into your son’s heart!

“But…”

“No buts.”

Ronan sighed, “I know you are reluctant to part with us, but aren’t we just the same?”

“Unfortunately, it’s hard to have everything go perfectly in this world.”

“As for your father, I must go to the front lines to take command of the troops. It is already a great mercy from His Majesty to allow Noyas to return to the countryside to give birth.”

“As for you, Mu’en, you can only stay in Berland.”

“Honestly, I was very worried about you, but your recent performance has greatly exceeded my expectations.”

Ronan lightly punched Mu’en on the chest, pleased as he said:

“You’ve grown up, Mu’en Campbell, starting to act like a real man.”

“Father…”

Mu’en was moved to the point that the corners of his eyes felt warm from his father’s words.

But he immediately reacted.

Huh? Wait a minute?

Isn’t this just to keep me as a pawn in Berland, while you wield power at the front lines?

If one day you were to slap your thigh, with countless capable generals under my command and a hundred thousand elite soldiers, that foolish emperor, incompetent and surrounded by treacherous ministers, why shouldn’t we rebel?

Wouldn’t that mean I’d be directly cut down by the emperor?

I don’t want that kind of ending!

But Long En didn’t give Mu En a chance to react at all, directly scooping up Noyas and striding towards the carriage.

“Well then, little Mu En, we’re off. You must study hard at school,” Noyas leaned out of the window, waving at Mu En.

“Wait a minute…”

“Ah, right.”

Long En turned to An:

“An, you’ll take care of Mu En and the duke’s residence during this time.”

“Rest assured, my lord.”

An replied respectfully:

“I will definitely take good care of the young master, and I won’t let anyone harm him.”

“Haha, you’re still so reliable.”

With that, Long En suddenly made a face at Mu En, his lips moving, but his voice directly reached Mu En’s ear.

“Mu En, if you can’t find any other noble ladies for now, An is also a good option. I’m not like those rigid noble lords; as long as you can give me a son for the Campbell family, I don’t care about status or anything.

Besides, with your mother gone, you’ll have more chances to be alone with An. Isn’t that a great opportunity? An definitely won’t resist you!”

“What are you talking about, Father!”

Mu En exclaimed, embarrassed and angry.

“Haha, no more talking, we’re off!”

Long En laughed heartily, suddenly flicking the reins in his hand.

The griffin let out a deafening screech, its wings spreading wide, and it actually lifted the carriage into the sky.

“Goodbye, little Mu En.”

Noyas was still trying hard to wave.

“Goodbye, Mother.”

“Goodbye, Father, be careful on the road.”

Mu En could only respond with a tearful heart, watching the greatest source of his security gradually disappear from view.

…

“Ah, fate, oh fate, why must you torment me so? Is the price of that ten consecutive losses so great?”

Looking at the empty gates of the residence, Mu En suddenly felt his heart was just as empty.

—

As soon as his father left, it meant that the perfect plan just devised had completely fallen apart.

He still had to face the various hidden dangers, bare and vulnerable, like a newborn baby.

“Is it true that this world despises me, the yellow-haired villain?” Mu En laughed self-deprecatingly.

“Young Master Mu En, what’s wrong with you?”

Noticing Mu En’s unusual demeanor, An asked with concern:

“Are you too sad?”

“I’m fine.”

Mu En shook his head and walked toward the interior of the mansion.

“Then what are your plans next, Young Master?”

An followed him:

“Are we having breakfast first, or should we go to the garden? It seems the new variety of tulips introduced by the lady has bloomed.”

“No, neither.”

Mu En replied:

“I’m going to the library.”

“Eh?”

An was taken aback.

She looked at Mu En’s retreating figure, disbelief etched on her face.

The young master, who had never liked reading, was voluntarily going to the library?

“What about breakfast…”

“Bring it to the library.”