About Becoming My Ex-Husband's Mistress - Chapter 108

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Chapter 108. True Vengeance
“What would constitute proper revenge?”
Sir Jester answered my question without hesitation.
“You said you’d reclaim your title, right? If it were me, I’d expel both of them from the family first. If there’s evidence, I’d pursue formal litigation. And then… an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—if they tried to kill you, I’d kill them too.”
Sir Jester paused briefly, then furrowed his brow as though dismayed.
“Ah, but that’s hardly realistic without the King completely abandoning them.”
His swift calculation drew a bitter smile from me.
“Status comes first in this world. Besides, I don’t have the temperament for such things.”
One of Sir Jester’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He fell silent for a moment, then asked carefully.
“That answer does match the character I know… but let’s say execution has its limits. Still, what about your true feelings? Do you really feel that way?”
It was a question that struck at the heart of the matter.
“What do you truly wish to do?”
Unable to meet his gaze, I looked down. Yet I could still feel his eyes upon me.
I clasped my hands together and fidgeted, then finally nodded.
“…I despise Matilda, Melissa Bilsty, and Count Veloda Genoma so much. When I think of what they did to me, I wish they were dead.”
The moment the words left my lips, Sir Jester’s eyes gleamed.
“Good. Shall I assassinate them for you?”
“Pardon?”
“Truth be told, I’m uncertain about assassinating Young Lady Melissa Bilsty—it might affect the Grand Duke’s political position. But Matilda and Count Veloda Genoma… I think I could manage them.”
Seeing he was serious, I quickly shook my head.
“No. I cannot have your hands stained with blood for my sake. If that were my intention, I would have said I’d hire an assassin once I reclaimed my status and had the means.”
“So you’d let them live even with their position weakened?”
I paused to think, then looked at Sir Jester. His expression was grave.
“Even if I refuse… are you considering killing them anyway?”
“As long as I don’t get caught, what’s the problem?”
Just as I suspected.
“But when I think of Father…”
The reason I endured abuse, gaslighting, and forced remarriage even before my regression.
The day Father introduced Matilda, once a maid, as my new mother came to mind.
Father had said Matilda would bear him a child, and that she would love and raise me well alongside him.
‘I would have a mother and a younger sibling.’
Having lost my own mother so young that I barely remembered her, I had been thrilled. Watching Matilda’s belly, not yet showing, I marveled at the thought of my sibling growing within.
Though the memory had faded now, the emotion from that day remained.
“You have memories, it seems. Are you trying to forgive them?”
Pulled from my reverie by Sir Jester’s question, I quickly shook my head.
“No. It’s gone too far for that. I will never forgive them. There’s no undoing what’s been done.”
The emotions of that day could not dilute what they had done to me.
“I have a carefully laid plan. I don’t want them to die easily. So I intend to make them destroy themselves.”
“Ho, self-destruction.”
Sir Jester listened intently to my words.
“I’m digging a trap large and fatal enough to be lethal. Of course, I have no idea whether I’ll fall into the trap I’m digging myself.”
“Oh, a trap!”
Sir Jester’s eyes gleamed with interest.
It became difficult to meet his gaze.
In truth, part of it was a lie. I was creating pretexts and momentum, but it was neither fatal nor a particularly grand trap.
“After all, I won’t live much longer anyway.”
My best course was to stop them from killing Luderne Sellen.
But I had to prevent Sir Jester from acting without my knowledge. If something went wrong, he would be endangered as well.
“But if they fall into it of their own accord and struggle, then confess their own wrongdoings….”
I felt something strange and paused for a moment.
Then Sir Jester asked.
“After they confess, what comes next?”
I was trying to stop Sir Jester. That was clearly my intention.
So I spoke purely from imagination, yet why did the corners of my mouth rise with such satisfaction?
“…I hope they regret it, writhe and writhe, and die miserably.”
I realized the meaning of my own words and covered my mouth with my hand. In that instant, one corner of Sir Jester’s mouth curved upward in a long smile.
“Ah, so that was your true heart.”
Then the ship’s horn sounded.
We had arrived.
Sir Jester rose from his seat.
“All right. I’ll help you.”
“…What?”
“Consult with me. Revenge—I’ll help. You need to complete it within the time remaining, don’t you?”
“….”
“If my performance is so brilliant that you fall in love with me, just tell me.”
Sir Jester chuckled.
“Then I’ll be able to break the curse, and you can live happily ever after.”
He prepared to disembark.
Meanwhile, I found myself lost in thought.
If I took my revenge as I desired, would I truly be able to live happily, as he suggested?
‘Matilda Bilsty is one thing.’
To reclaim my title, a confrontation with her was inevitable.
‘But what of Melissa Bilsty?’
More terrible than Matilda Bilsty, yet my only sibling who shares our father’s blood?
A sigh escaped me.
How pathetic—I hesitated because she was the last bloodline remaining in this world, inferior though she was to others.
‘If only she were a complete stranger like Count Veloda Genoma, I could be merciless.’
Sighing, I disembarked from the Quindel and set out to inspect the Raber Salon.
The salon’s expansion was proceeding smoothly.
“Are you going to book passage to Bilsty Estate now?”
I shook my head at Sir Jester’s question.
I needed to prepare for the possibility that things might go awry and I’d lose my title, returning as Priscilla.
‘Then I need to create an alibi.’
I headed straight for Ropel Territory.
There, I exchanged identity documents with a female attendant of similar age among those who had followed me, had her hair dyed black, and dressed her in my clothes.
“From now on, you’ll take my place. Just eat well and rest as if you were me. Understood?”
She nodded obediently.
Then, in front of the attendants, I removed my makeup to reveal my true face.
Showing my real appearance carried risks, but it was necessary if I wanted to use them as I pleased in Bilsty Estate.
The attendants’ eyes widened in disbelief, but they promised to keep the secret and follow my instructions.
After creating the alibi, I returned to Daicer Marquis Territory and prepared to board a ship bound for Count Bilsty’s Territory.
However, once I reexamined the routes from Ropel Territory, traveling overland proved far faster than by sea.
So we checked into one of Ropel Territory’s hotels—the one closest to Bilsty Estate with the best facilities.
I left the thirteen guards Madame Raber had assigned to wait outside, while I, Sir Jester, and seven attendants entered.
The attendant playing my role checked into the suite as I instructed.
Under my name, acting as if she were me.
“I want to rest thoroughly for about a month, so don’t let anyone in.”
The hotel staff looked flustered when I made the demand in an intentionally arrogant tone.
They explained it would be difficult to follow such instructions regarding room cleaning or meal service.
“I’ve brought attendants with me. Handle everything through them.”
After completing the hotel check-in, she turned to face me, Sir Jester, and the attendants.
“You two—attend to me.”
Two attendants stepped to her side at her gesture.
“The rest of you, wait appropriately and come when I call.”
“Yes. Please enjoy your rest, ma’am.”
We bowed in unison as if on cue and left the hotel.
With three left at the hotel, my retinue and I now numbered seventeen in total.
Thirteen burly guards and four attendants.
“From now on, keep our route of travel strictly confidential. We’re heading to Bilsty Estate.”
I informed them in advance of what we would do in Bilsty Estate.
Then I purchased a baggage cart, several horses, and weapons to deal with wild dogs—though it was daytime, we might encounter them—and we departed.
Fortunately, nothing hindered us on the mountain path.
We spotted a few wild dogs along the way, but they kept their distance. They showed no interest in approaching us.
My homeland after so long—Bilsty Estate still looked like a peaceful countryside.
Upon arriving in the city center, I secured lodging and restored my hair to its original color.
I gazed quietly at my reflection in the mirror.
“It’s been a while, Priscilla.”
I greeted myself softly and placed my hand against the mirror, and my reflection did the same.
“Have you been well?”
To my question, the Priscilla in the mirror responded with the same words I did, our eyes meeting in perfect synchrony.
Her next words came simultaneously with mine.
“Just trying to get by.”
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The following morning, I made my way to the Government Office first thing.
The newly opened office was relatively quiet.
I approached the attendant seated at one of the desks.
“Good morning. How may I assist you?”
“I’d like to see the Chief Administrator. Has he arrived?”
The attendant opened a ledger.
“He has, but you’ll need to make an appointment. I can’t let you see him immediately. May I have your name?”
“I need to see him right now.”
The attendant’s brow furrowed. It was hardly surprising—a stranger had appeared out of nowhere and was being stubborn about it.
I lowered my voice.
“It’s urgent. Just tell him who’s here, and he’ll understand. If he still insists on an appointment after seeing me, I’ll schedule one.”
The attendant pouted slightly.
But when I smiled warmly and urged, “Quickly, please,” he reluctantly rose from his seat.
Moments later, the Chief Administrator appeared alongside the attendant, his expression clearly irritated.

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