Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!-Chapter 47: Nothing Can Faze Me Anymore

Her frightened expression vanished in an instant. The panic, the trembling, the hopelessness—all gone, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Instead, her lips curled into a bright, knowing smile.

Her blue eyes, moments ago brimming with despair, now twinkled with barely contained amusement.

Cassius stared in disbelief at the sudden change that caught him off guard.

"Of course I remember." She whispered back, her voice as light as a feather. "I’m just playing my part, Young Master, as you instructed."

Cassius didn’t reply immediately. He just looked at her.

At that radiant, carefree expression on her face.

At the sheer ease with which she had flipped her emotions like a switch.

’W-What...the hell?’

A headache pressed at the edges of his mind. He had spent the last several minutes genuinely wondering if she had lost herself in the act—if she had forgotten their plan and started believing her own lies, but it turned out that she was so good at acting that he himself got fooled for a second.

It wasn’t just Cassius who was trying to figure out what was happening as a flicker of confusion crossed Isabelle’s face.

For the briefest moment, she forgot about the crowd watching them, about the oppressive silence filling the room.

Instead, she focused solely on the man standing before her—the man who was supposed to be leading this entire performance—yet was currently looking at her like she had just thrown him into a labyrinth.

’Why does the Young Master look so troubled? Did I do anything wrong?’

Her master, who had orchestrated this entire act down to the finest details, was now staring at her as if she had deviated from the script.

Hadn’t he been the one to ask for her cooperation just this morning?

Hadn’t he been the one to approach her in the quiet solitude of the library, his voice calm yet laced with something unreadable, as he laid out his intentions?

—

"Isabelle." He had said, his magnetic gaze watching her intently. "I have a task for you."

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She had straightened immediately, heart pounding at the mere thought of being entrusted with something—anything—by him. "Yes, Young Master?"

"I need your cooperation." He had murmured, tilting his head slightly. "Do you think you can manage that?"

There had been no hesitation.

"Of course." She had answered instantly, her voice steady. "I’ll do whatever you require of me."

Cassius had regarded her carefully for a moment before continuing.

"I’m going to root out the traitors in this household. And for that, I need an example—someone to put in the spotlight."

Isabelle had listened, her mind already understanding where this was going.

"You want me to be that example?" She had asked.

Cassius’s lips had curled into something faintly amused. "Perceptive, as always."

Her fingers had curled into fists at her sides. "Then I accept."

"Are you sure? You don’t even know the extent of what I plan to do." He had raised an eyebrow at her readiness.

But she had simply lowered her head, her voice soft but resolute. "If it’s for you, Young Master…I’ll do anything."

"...N-No matter how painful or humiliating it may be to make up for what I did to you and to serve you." She added as her face warmed up that she had a feeling that her master wanted to do something similar to what he did with Edmund yesterday.

A beat of silence had passed between them, something unreadable flickering across Cassius’s face.

Then, his smirk had returned. "Good girl." He had murmured as he put the book he was reading back into the shelf. "Then let’s see how well you perform."

—

That conversation had been clear and direct. And yet, here he was now, standing before her with a look of doubt.

Isabelle felt something tighten in her chest—not with fear, but with frustration.

Had she done something wrong? Had she overplayed it?

She looked up at him, and in the quietest voice, just enough for him to hear, she whispered, "My lord...Did I do something wrong?"

Cassius blinked, his focus snapping back to her.

Isabelle hesitated before continuing. "I thought I was following the plan." She murmured, her brows knitting together. "But if you think it needs adjusting—should I change my act a little?"

Cassius stared at her. Then, his lips twitched.

A soft, nearly exasperated chuckle escaped him.

Isabelle blinked as she watched him, confused.

Slowly, Cassius shook his head, his usual smirk returning—this time, laced with something almost wry.

"You..." He murmured. "...are far too good at this."

Isabelle frowned slightly, still unsure of what he meant.

Cassius exhaled through his nose, his voice lowering to something only she could hear. "It’s nothing." He admitted, tilting his head as he studied her. "It’s just…" He paused. Then, with an almost reluctant smirk, he murmured, "I actually fell for your act for a second."

Isabelle’s eyes widened slightly.

Cassius sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "I planned this whole thing." He muttered, half to himself. "And yet—somehow, you still managed to fool me."

A tiny, satisfied smile curled at the corners of her lips before she lowered her gaze slightly, voice dipping into something softer. "Then…Does that mean I did well, Young Master?"

Cassius clicked his tongue. "Too well." He admitted. "You almost made me doubt myself."

Isabelle’s heart soared.

To anyone else, it was just a passing remark—a teasing comment from a noble to his servant, laced with casual amusement.

But to her?...It was praise. Real, undeniable praise from him.

She had done well. No—she had done too well.

And her master had noticed.

Her lips parted slightly, her breath catching in her throat as warmth bloomed in her chest. She had always sought his approval—had always wanted to be useful to him, to prove herself as more than just another nameless maid in his household.

And now, she had.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, the urge to do more—to be more—burning beneath her skin.

She wanted to keep this feeling. She wanted him to always look at her like that.

Cassius observed her reaction with mild amusement.. "Hmm…" He exhaled through his nose, tilting his head slightly. "But I must admit, Isabelle, I didn’t expect you to be this talented in deception. If I weren’t careful, I might even start to worry."

Her eyes widened slightly. "Worry?"

He let his smirk stretch, his voice dipping into something almost thoughtful. "If you can fool me this easily…" He trailed off, gaze flickering over her face. "Who’s to say you wouldn’t use those skills against me someday?"

Isabelle stiffened. The very idea of that—of betraying him, of even thinking about deceiving him—made her stomach twist in horror.

"Never!" She blurted out immediately, her voice sharper than intended, which made the crowd behind her think that she was protesting against something Cassius had said.

She then quickly shook her head, her golden hair slipping loose from its bindings as she took a half-step closer, as if trying to physically prove her sincerity.

"I would never deceive you, Young Master." She said firmly, her blue eyes blazing with conviction. "Not now. Not ever. No matter what happens, I will always be honest in front of you."

Cassius studied her for a long moment.

There was no hesitation in her voice. No wavering...Only pure, unshakeable loyalty.

Looking at her now—at the sheer, burning sincerity in her expression—he felt something shift.

She wasn’t lying.

Not even a little.

He let out a slow breath, his smirk softening just slightly. "Well..." He murmured. "That’s certainly a relief to hear."

Isabelle exhaled, her shoulders relaxing just the tiniest bit. Cassius watched her, finding it interesting how seriously she had taken his words. Then, after a beat, he tilted his head, his lips curling into something more mischievous.

"Now, then, my dear Isabelle." He said, stepping just a little closer. "Are you ready for what comes next?"

A flicker of intrigue passed through Isabelle’s eyes. She could hear the knowing edge in his voice.

He was challenging her.

And again. She smiled.

A slow, cheeky little smile that most wouldn’t dare direct at their master.

"Young Master." She said with a little mischief in her tone. "After what you made me do in front of my fiancé…" Her lips quirked. "I don’t think anything can faze me anymore."

Cassius blinked. Then, he laughed. A sharp, amused chuckle, rich with genuine entertainment.

"Oh?" He lifted a brow, his smirk deepening. "So you think you’re prepared for anything now?"

"Yes." Isabelle nodded, her expression unwavering.

Cassius leaned in just a fraction, his gaze glinting with something dangerous.

"We’ll see about that."

Cassius then finally tore his gaze away from Isabelle and turned his attention back to the gathered women.

They had been watching in stunned, horrified silence, their faces taut with barely concealed revulsion.

’Good...Time to really make them really sick.’