A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 84

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84.

“Vincent Leandro!”
Ethan’s voice rose in tandem with mine.
I stared blankly at Vincent, who had become excessively agitated.
I had even cut my words short when I told him to be reasonable, and I had used formal speech out of respect for propriety.
What on earth was he so dissatisfied about that he couldn’t control his anger?

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As if attesting to his unstable state, the number above his head had jumped up by 2%.
We were entering dangerous territory.
I tried to slip away silently to the left.
But I was immediately blocked.
My insides began to churn with irritation.
“Would you move aside, please?”
“Stop being sarcastic and just answer me. What are you so dissatisfied about?”
“Does this sound like sarcasm to you?”
I didn’t want to be angry with him.
It wasn’t worth it, and even when I tried to get angry, the way he would smirk and ask “Are you mad, Edith?” irritated me so much that I stubbornly maintained my composure.
But why did he keep pushing me to my limit every time I tried to let things pass?
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Why not?”
“Because I don’t, that’s why.”
“Hey.”
“What?”
“Stop it. How long are you going to act so childishly?”
He looked at me with disdain and let out a sigh.
And who wanted to sigh?
At that sight, my reason, which had been precariously balanced on the edge, finally crossed the line.
“Why can’t you stop it?”
“What….”
“I have nothing to say. Nothing to say! Do you know how many times you hear me say this? How many times do I have to repeat myself before you finally understand!”
Words laced with exasperation burst from my lips like an explosion.
Was this Edith’s sharp cry, heard for the first time in ages?
Vincent, and even Ethan and Dylan, froze and turned to look at me.
But I couldn’t stop.
Once ignited, my rage erupted like an active volcano, unstoppable and fierce.
“Complaints? Every moment I spend talking to you is a complaint! I don’t want to talk to you. Are my words not getting through? Should I have Father send a formal letter of protest to your household before you’ll accept it?”
“…Edith.”
“Let’s end this friendship! Cut ties, sever all bonds, complete estrangement! Do you not understand what these words mean? How long ago did I tell you this? Why do you keep chasing after me like some pest―!”
The last words came out almost like a desperate cry.
If he had been trying to drive me to madness, he had succeeded.
Even those pupils wavering as if startled by my words were utterly repugnant to me.
He only seemed to listen when I spoke like this, yet days later he would act as though nothing had happened—and every time, I wanted to beat him senseless.
“Ha… ha….”
After venting my fury with my entire being, exhaustion crashed over me.
Yet I harbored no regrets.
‘If anything, it feels rather cathartic.’
With my words, silence descended upon the Lobby.
Not only the second male lead, who had just heard what amounted to verbal abuse, but the first and third male leads as well appeared quite shocked.
They seemed unprepared for Edith to harbor such visceral disgust toward him.
“….”
Vincent stood pallid and sickly, his lips trembling for a long moment.
He had been so quick to speak when he heard Ruellin’s counterargument earlier—why was he now at a loss for words when asked to voice his own complaints?
Vincent’s gaze, which had been wandering aimlessly through the air, finally found its way to me.
“Am I… really that unbearable?”
He uttered the words like a thin, pitiful cry.
Perhaps it would work on the heroine.
But not on me.
“Yes. You’re unbearable, repulsive, and I’m sick of you. I’ve told you countless times—I’m done with this.”
“….”
“Must I spell it out this plainly? It seems you only feel satisfied when you’ve turned someone into a villain.”
I let the scorn seeping through escape without restraint.
And as I brushed past him, frozen in cold silence, I showed him what true mockery looked like.
“Play the villain all you like—I’ll oblige. Just stop clinging to me. Don’t speak to me.”
This parasitic bastard.
I whispered the last words just barely loud enough for him to hear.
Not that it mattered if he didn’t.
I had finally spilled out every word I had been holding back all this time.
“….”
Fortunately, this time no one stopped me—they merely stared at me in stunned silence.
I walked the remaining distance and left the Lobby.

As I pushed open the side door and stepped outside, a cool night breeze greeted me.
I stood motionless in the corridor for a moment, steadying my trembling body and catching my breath.
I had gotten far too worked up.
Thump, thump, thump.
Whether it was because of Ruellin or those male leads, my heart still hammered against my ribs as if it might burst.
Truthfully, there was no reason to be this angry.
I should have been grateful that things ended at this point.
If it had been Ruellin who fell instead of me.
Would those men have let me go so easily?
They would have tried to kill me.
I was relieved that I had merely tripped over my own feet, yet embarrassment washed over me belatedly.
The image of myself stumbling backward in fear before Ruellin and falling so pathetically felt both pitiful and ridiculous.
But would those men be able to have a proper conversation with Ruellin?
It was obvious they would bombard her with questions the moment I left.
I wondered if Ruellin would give them a coherent answer.
Based on how she had responded to me earlier, she certainly didn’t seem to be in her right mind.
I decided I needed to go find Serge first.
It was just as I was gathering strength in my uninjured foot with that thought.
“M-Miss Edith Blake…?”
Someone suddenly called out to me from the far end of the opposite corridor.
At the familiar silhouette, my eyes widened.
“…Nancy?”
“Miss!”
Nancy, who had been standing at the entrance of the Right Building where my room was located, came hurrying toward me with a bright face.
“What are you doing here?”
“I… saw you heading upstairs earlier. I was worried you might need something, so I followed you, but you weren’t in your room…”
At her words, warmth bloomed softly in the hollow part of my chest that had felt so cold.
Just moments ago, the entire world seemed intent on burying me.
I would barely overcome one obstacle, only for another to appear.
Then another, and another, and yet another.
They gave me no time to breathe, driving me relentlessly forward.
At this point, it felt like divine instruction to accept that they were all right and die like the villain I was meant to be.
And yet…
“Oh my, Miss. But why is your foot like that? Are you hurt?”
Nancy immediately noticed something was wrong just from seeing me standing awkwardly.
It felt slightly embarrassing, yet it stirred my heart.
In this mad world, the fact that someone still worried about me.
That there existed at least one person who saw me not as a villain, but as a complete person.
I had never realized how comforting that could be.
For a moment, my eyes grew hot and my throat tightened.
“Why are you like this, miss? Are you in a lot of pain?”
“…Yes. It hurts, Nancy.”
I whimpered like a child throwing a tantrum to the maid younger than me.
At that, Nancy’s face grew anxious and she began hopping nervously.
“Goodness, what should I do! Here, lean on me right away. I’ll go get Eston immediately! Or would you rather ride on my back?”
Seeing her present her back as if ready to hoist me up that very instant, my constricted breathing finally eased.
I let out a hollow laugh.
“How can someone smaller than me carry me? We still have to go down the stairs.”
“Well, even though I look like this, I can easily carry three laundry baskets.”
“Enough. I’d rather not die from a concussion together. Just help me along.”
“Aww… Yes, ma’am.”
Nancy quickly draped my arm over her shoulder with a dejected expression.
Whether her boast about carrying laundry was true or not, the strength in her support was quite steady.
Thanks to her, I could walk without putting much strain on my left foot.
“Wow! This place is so beautiful….”
“Hey, come on!”
“Children! Hush! It’s late at night, so you mustn’t be loud!”
As Nancy and I moved forward in sync at a slow pace, the sound of young children giggling suddenly reached my ears.
When I turned to look, a group of scruffy little ones filed past, following what appeared to be a teacher.
“My, where did these children come from….”
“They’re orphans invited to the Charity Event.”
I gave Nancy a brief explanation of her curiosity.
It seemed they had boarded the ship before us and only just arrived.
‘It took them over nine hours….’
Even for adults, a long sea voyage isn’t easy.
While those poor children suffered through the journey, the grown adults conveniently used spatial movement—it left an uncomfortable feeling in my chest.
Still, seeing their unbowed and cheerful faces put my mind somewhat at ease.
Even if it was hollow hypocrisy, there was nothing to be done about it.
After watching all the children enter the Left Building, we turned around.
As we were about to descend the staircase, Nancy asked carefully.
“…How did you injure your ankle?”

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