The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 37: Sending a Love (not) Letter

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"To my Not dear Brat lady with Red hair."

"What? Did you expect me to start the letter with something sweet and cliché? After what happened before? Pfft, yeah right."

"Anyway, no need for formalities between us. So you don’t need to torture yourself. The reason I’m sending this message is to help you and convince your Dumb parents that there is no issue between us or our arranged marriage."

"You must be scoffing right now, thinking I’m joking. But I’m being serious here. So stop being stupid and listen carefully before you judge someone, you muscle head."

"So, why am I helping you? Like I told you the last time befor you left, I said I would fix the parts of this engagement you didn’t like. I know you don’t want this marriage. Good for you, because I don’t want it either. Spending my entire life with you will be a Hellish torture for me. And it will be more torture for you."

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Mereoleona teeth clenched audibly. More veins began to appear on her face as she suppress her rage.

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"That’s why I’m suggesting an alliance between us. I can help you and your family with your financial troubles. I can easily convince my parents to provide you with money. Of course, there’s a catch. In order for me to help you, I need to convince my parents and everyone else that I actually like you, and You Must do the same."

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Mereoleona’s face darkened.

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"I know. Disgusting, right? I feel the same way, but even more than you."

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—CRACK!

The sound of the chair’s wooden handle snapping under her grip echoed through the room.

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"So basically, we’ll be a fake coup... a fake coup—ugh, it’s hard to even write the word. I feel like puking if I wrote it."

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—CRACK!

This time, the entire armrest broke apart.

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"So, we both going to act like a real ’Two People Who Likes Each Other’ from the outside in the public, but hate each other from the inside. That way, no one can suspect us, and I will be able to send to you and your poor family some money. Like a beggar"

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—BANG!

Mereoleona’s fist slammed against the wall, sending a tremor through the room. The maids outside flinched at the sudden noise before one of them knocked hesitantly on the door.

—Knock, knock.

"My lady, is everything alright?"

"I’m fine. Just... doing some exercise," she responded through gritted teeth.

"...Okay."

Mereoleona took several deep breaths. She was this close to tearing the letter into pieces, but she forced herself to read on.

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"As I send you money, I expect you to use it wisely. This is an opportunity to help yourself and your family—fix your financial problems, restore your family house, and improve your situation. That’s why I told my father to send you 100,000 gold coins. And an extra 10,000 for you personally as a gift. So, don’t be stupid and waste it."

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Her eyes widened in shock. Did he really send her 110,000 of gold coins? She then decided to ask the butler later to check if it’s true.

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"Honestly, I don’t know what’s your parents are like. That’s why I plan to send more money in the future to you only, and not to the house of d’Armand, because I don’t trust the Count who claim to be a prideful general and dislike the other noble’s ways of making money through business. How can I be sure that your father isn’t just as greedy as the rest?"

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Mereoleona’s expression stiffened. She wanted to snap back that her father was an honorable man, a knight, and a warrior. But then she recalled the way he had reacted earlier, how his entire demeanor had changed after reading the Valmont letter.

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"As I support you financially, of course, you will need to pay me back."

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’Of course.’ Mereoleona scoffed. She had known he wouldn’t do this for free.

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"What do I want in return? Nothing, really. But maybe something in the future. In other words, you’ll be in debt to me. Why would you agree? Because you don’t have a choice. You need my family’s financial support, and I’m handing it to you on a silver platter. The only question left is: will you accept, or will you act like a stubborn idiot girl and refuse? It’s your decision."

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Mereoleona clenched her jaw so hard as her teeth made a sound.

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"Anyway, I’ll be waiting for your answer. You have three days to send me a response. If I don’t receive one, I’ll take that as you giving up. Also, I’ll be sending you weekly payments along with some gifts as a cover-up. So I suggest you spend that time getting stronger."

"Oh, one more thing—I’ll be sending you hate letters to maintain our fake relationship instead of meeting in person. If you need to say something, write back, though I might just ignore it or throw it in the trash."

"That’s all from me. I hope I don’t see you again"

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"That’s son of a ^@$"

She cursed as she finished reading. Barely resisting the urge to rip the paper apart. But just as she was about to burn it, her eyes caught a final note at the bottom.

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"P.S.: A small piece of advice—go outside and do some training, woman. Your game character looked more badass and amazing then the real you. Even her chest is bigger than yours"

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"....."

Mereoleona went completely still.

Her face darkened into a terrifying void of expressionless fury. Her amber eyes, once filled with anger, now turned empty and lifeless, resembling the abyss itself.

At first, she didn’t even understand what he meant by "game character." But when she saw the mention of her chest–

"Flames of fury, heed my call and ignite..."

Her mouth moved as she murmured a spell, in a very cold tone.

"Burn."

—BOOM!

A violent flame erupted in her palm, igniting the letter instantly.

The parchment was swallowed by fire in seconds, turning black before crumbling into nothing but ashes.

For a long while, Mereoleona simply stood there, breathing heavily.

Her hands were still trembling.

And deep within her, a dangerous thought took root.

’I’ll kill him.’

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About two months later, deep within an unknown dungeon, in the furthest depths of darkness, the sound of explosions and violent tremors echoed throughout the area.

—BOOM!

—BLAST!

The tremors shook the entire dungeon, sending small debris falling from the ceilings as dust filled the air. On the very last floor, beyond a massive, ancient door, an intense battle raged on.

Inside, thick black smoke lingered in the vast chamber, obscuring visibility. The walls and floors bore deep scars of destruction—jagged slash marks, remnants of massive explosions, and craters littered the battlefield. The air carried the scent of blood, scorched stone, and burning mana.

Within the chaos, two figures were present inside.

A young man with jet-black hair and piercing crimson-red eyes knelt on one knee, his body trembling as he clutched his devastating wound. His right arm was completely severed, a bloody mess of torn flesh and exposed muscle. Blood poured down his side, pooling beneath him. His left hand pressed firmly against the wound, attempting to slow the bleeding.

His once-pristine armor and clothing were now shredded, barely clinging to his battered body. Deep gashes and bruises covered him from head to toe. His right eye remained tightly shut, swollen and bloodied from an earlier blow. Each breath he took was ragged and labored, the pain suffocating him.

Yet, even in such a dire state, he forced himself to look up.

Floating ominously in midair before him, an eerie humanoid-like entity loomed, exuding a suffocating aura of overwhelming dread.

Its entire body was enshrouded in a dense mass of swirling black energy, radiating an aura so sinister it made the very air feel suffocating. The dark mist around it pulsed unnaturally, distorting the space around it.

Two massive, demonic wings extended from its back, their feathered edges dripping with abyssal energy. It gripped a massive black scythe, its long curved blade glowing ominously with an eerie crimson-red hue, pulsating like a heart filled with nothing but death itself.

The most terrifying part of the creature, however, was its face. Though its features were obscured by the swirling darkness, its glowing red one eye pierced through the veil, burning like twin stars in the abyss.

It was staring at him.

"...Looks like this was a really bad idea," the young man muttered before letting out a pained chuckle—only to cough violently, a spray of crimson blood splattering the ground.

—COUGH! COUGH!

Just then, a frantic voice screamed inside his mind.

[Master! You need to get out from here! This is far beyond what we expected!]

The voice belonged to none other than his System, Useless, which was now frantically urging him to flee. Panic was evident in its normally indifferent tone.

Eren, the young man, simply grinned weakly in response. His lips curled into a wry smile as he spoke with a dry chuckle.

"...I think it’s too late for that now."

His gaze drifted toward the familiar glowing panel of his System, displaying his current resources.

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[Current System Points: 1,403 SP]

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However, those points were as good as useless to him now.

He couldn’t exchange them for skill points. He couldn’t convert them into stat points. He couldn’t even use them to purchase healing potions or equipment.

And the reason for that?

Because 1,000 of those precious points were currently being used just to keep Useless functional.

Even if Useless could downgrade itself again to release those points—like it had done once before, unfortunately, the quest mission that Useless generated didn’t allow it.

And speaking of the quest...

Eren glanced at the detailed mission that had led him to this mess in the first place.

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[New Quest: Slay the ■ Boss Floor of the ■ Dungeon]

Description: ■■.

Objective: Defeat the last Boss of the ■ Dungeon within one hour, under the following conditions:

1. No Buying – (You can’t purchase anything from the System’s shop until the quest is completed.)

2. No Storage – (The System’s storage function is locked for the duration of the quest.)

3. No SP Usage – (System Points cannot be used by the host or the System itself until the quest is completed.)

4. Defeat the Boss at Current Level

Difficulty: ★★★★★ (Extreme Hell)

Rewards: [770,000 SP]

Failure Penalty: Death

[Accepted]

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Looking at the ridiculous quest conditions again, Eren couldn’t help but let out a strained laugh.

"This is so absurd... Why did I even come here in the first place?" he muttered under his breath, his voice barely above a whisper.

His body screamed in agony as he attempted to stand, his remaining hand gripping his bleeding shoulder. He stumbled slightly, barely managing to stay on his feet.

Yet, despite the excruciating pain, he didn’t falter.

With his left hand, he activated the enchanted ring that he was wearing — A Spatial Storage Ring.

In a swift motion, he pulled out a worn yet longsword, its surface chipped and bloodstained from countless battles.

With the last of his strength, he lifted the blade and pointed it toward the monster hovering before him.

A crazed grin spread across his face as he looked at his opponent.

"Come to me..."

"You disgusting monster."

The creature’s glowing red eye flared even brighter.

Then—

"KRRREEEEEEEHHHHHHH!!"

A deafening, inhuman screech echoed through the chamber, signaling the beginning of the final battle.