Disqualified as a Villainess - Chapter 6

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#6.

“What are you doing? I’ll tell Baron Ravishi that you’ve been abusing Young Master Noel!”
Daisy, the governess, rushed at Octavia with fury as she emerged from Noel’s Room.
I tilted my head slightly as I regarded her.
“You know perfectly well as a governess that you’re ruining the child, don’t you?”
“Ruining him? I’m the person he relies on most. I’m the one in this household who cares for and cherishes Young Master the most.”
“Of course he’d favor you most. You only speak pleasant words and give him whatever he asks for.”
I lowered my gaze, studying her intently.
“You had to be that way to become the future mistress of the house, didn’t you? It’s not out of guilt for betraying the Baroness, surely.”
I smiled faintly as I watched Daisy’s face drain of color.

Favorability Decreased [+120]

‘From the favorability rating, this must be a secret that absolutely cannot be revealed to outsiders.’
In truth, my uncle Baron Ravishi and the governess Daisy had been conducting a secret affair for quite some time.
I knew this because of an episode in the original story where Octavia, acting as the household mistress, pushes the governess down the stairs.
“I thought it might be amusing to meddle in someone else’s family affairs.”
I turned away, leaving her with a weighty warning.
Daisy watched my retreating figure, her fingernails digging into her palms.
‘Surely she’s not threatening to expose the affair? If the Baroness’s Family House found out… the Baron would cast me far away.’
The enraged family of the Baroness would demand the return of the title and dowry.
‘Besides, that woman is already a thorn in the Baron’s side, so I should eliminate her while I have the chance. The Ludovisi Representative won’t bother searching for a useless daughter anyway.’
Daisy’s expression hardened with resolve as she stared after where I had vanished.

Meanwhile, I paused in the Corridor, staring into empty space.

Favorability Decreased [+300]

‘Such a generous increase? It seems the governess intends to punish me.’

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That night.
Two masked men slipped into Octavia’s Room.
They were servants sent by Daisy.
One carried a cloth soaked in chemicals, the other a sack large enough to fit a person.
Since Camilla refused to share a room and stayed elsewhere, Octavia would be alone.
Creak—
One of the servants opened the door, passed through the Reception Room, and quietly pushed open the Bedroom door before freezing in shock.
In the dimly lit Bedroom, Octavia—whom they thought was asleep—sat upright on the bed in her nightclothes.
They were startled for a moment, but after all, she was just a frail woman without any abilities.
“Scream and you’re dead.”
The servant drew a gleaming blade and advanced with a threat.
“If you don’t want that pretty face scarred, you’d better come quietly. Being sold for a high price would be far better for you, wouldn’t it?”
“Do you know how much the servants suffer because of you? Consider it all your karma.”
Through the firelight from the Fireplace, they saw her lips curve into a smile.
They knew something was wrong—yet instead of fear, she was laughing.
She rose slowly, watching the tensed servants.
“There’s a saying that solving things through force is always faster than logic.”
Octavia uttered these cryptic words and grabbed the water bottle on the nightstand, hurling it into the Fireplace.
Crash—!
Hisssss—!
The room instantly filled with thick smoke, obscuring their vision.
“Damn it! Cursed brat!”
The servants flailed their arms through the haze, spotted Octavia beyond the murky smoke, and rushed toward her.
In that instant.
Whoooosh—!
A scorching burst of flame erupted like a dragon’s breath.
“Aaaahhh!”
The servants shrieked as the flames struck their faces directly. Seeing the fire spread to their clothes, they panicked and rolled across the floor.
“Aaahhh!”
“Is anyone there? Help!”
As the smoke cleared, Octavia’s figure became increasingly distinct.
She stood there smiling brightly, holding a candle and a gas spray in her hands.
“I’ve been waiting for such a clichéd scenario to unfold.”
It was wise to provoke the governess beforehand.
This was precisely how one summoned the Ludovisi Family’s attendant secretary—the one who had been cut off.

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Tutor Daisy’s eyes snapped open at the acrid smell of burning that wafted through the air.
She must have dozed off while waiting to confirm that her task had been completed properly. It was the darkest hour before dawn, when the sun had yet to break the horizon.
‘Was that a dream?’
Then she caught sight of a woman’s silhouette perched at the head of the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, and she gasped in shock—servants lay motionless on the floor, their clothes and hair charred black.
“So you were the one who ordered it.”
The woman who turned around, her lustrous platinum hair cascading like a waterfall, was Octavia.
“I—what are you talking about?”
Octavia’s violet eyes narrowed as she watched Daisy’s denial.
“You told me to sell me off somewhere far away.”
“Who said that?”
Octavia’s delicate chin tilted—not toward the fallen servants, but toward Daisy.
“You did, with your own mouth.”
“What?”
Daisy’s bewildered gaze fixed on the syringe in Octavia’s hand.
“You won’t remember it. The truth serum has excellent amnestic properties.”
Daisy’s face went pale with horror.
“You injected me with a confession drug? That’s banned for civilian use…”
“No, not exactly. To be precise, it’s a side effect of sedation—conscious sedation therapy causes people to babble their secrets. I went into Uncle’s Laboratory and synthesized it myself.”
She sighed and continued.
“Physics, engineering, biochemistry, military theory—there’s nothing I haven’t dabbled in. Not because I’m a genius, but because there’s no one else to handle it.”
Daisy couldn’t comprehend what she was saying.
Octavia leaned her smiling face closer and went on.
“Unlike ability users with strong willpower, non-ability users will spill even the secrets of a lifetime. For instance, like the secret of how you murdered the Baroness?”
Daisy’s face drained of all color. She had attempted to harm the Baroness, yes, but she had failed, and the woman had died of illness on her own—so technically, Daisy hadn’t actually killed her.
But this woman was more than capable of framing her for it.
“I—I don’t know what I said, but it was just nonsense. I never did anything like that.”
“Whether it’s true or not is for me to decide.”
Watching Octavia laugh with childlike innocence, Daisy felt terror creeping over her.
‘Is this woman actually a demon?’
The way she had tossed the burned servants into Daisy’s room and laughed with such pure delight made her seem less like a villainess and more like an unstable psychopath.
“You’re the one who committed murder! You killed these servants! I’m calling for help right now!”
“What will you do? Nothing will happen anyway.”
Unlike the emotionally volatile Daisy, Octavia remained composed throughout, gesturing to her own head.
“Think about it for a moment. Why have I never gone to prison despite living such a chaotic life?”
No matter how much Octavia was branded a reckless troublemaker and cast out of the house, the fact that she was a member of the Ludovisi Family remained unchanged.
Octavia provided the answer to Daisy’s bewilderment.
“Just like Noel, whom you protect, I was raised having everything settled with money and indulgence. Think of this as collecting on that debt in advance.”
Daisy held her breath without realizing it.
That characteristic gentle voice sent chills down her spine.
At this rate, she alone would be framed and executed.
‘How much have I suffered catering to these wretched family members all this time!’
If not for Octavia, I could have paid off my parents’ debts and lived as a Baroness without being scorned.
Daisy could not forgive that wicked villainess who had ruined her plans.
“Demonic wretch! Why are you so upset over just one ill-mannered brat!”
Cornered and desperate, Daisy seized a wooden ornament from the bedside in a fit of rage.
Tap.
Her wrist was suddenly seized, and she opened her eyes wide in shock. A chilling presence emanated from behind her.
“It seems we need to clean this up, Miss.”
Daisy spun around in alarm.
“W-who are you?”
The man in formal attire who had caught Daisy’s wrist adjusted his glasses with one hand.
With dark brown hair and green eyes, he had a neat and intellectual appearance, yet his large frame and height exuded an intimidating presence.
“I am Lothair Winchester, the dedicated secretary of Miss Octavia’s Cleanup and Risk Management Dedicated Team. I received a call reporting that you were being threatened by an assailant.”
“C-cleanup?”
Behind the secretary’s response, figures in black formal attire became visible.
Daisy’s mouth fell open in bewilderment.
‘They said she was abandoned by the family? Why did her secretary come?’
Octavia shrugged with an expression that seemed to say, “I told you so.”
Daisy surrendered, releasing the ornament from her grip, and stared at Octavia with hollow eyes. Lothair, releasing her wrist now that she had lost all will to fight, turned to Octavia and asked.
“I provided you with a self-defense pistol. Why did you resort to playing with fire?”
“The sound would have been too loud and woken everyone.”
“Your manners are impeccable. Considering witness disposal and cleanup as well.”
Lothair muttered to himself as he nudged the fallen Servant with his foot.
“What shall we do with the ones you’ve already dealt with, Miss? Their minds are gone, but they still draw breath.”
“According to the tutor, they’re the ones who sell young servants. If we hand them over to the Police Station, couldn’t we find the children who were sold?”

Favorability Increased [+130]

“Blow ×× to pieces.”
Having accidentally spoken words of justice, Octavia hastily corrected herself to gain the secretary’s favor.
Daisy, her head hanging limply in helplessness, asked in a trembling voice.
“What will happen to me now?”
“I’ve always been curious what it’s like to be sold and live like livestock.”
Octavia smiled wickedly and tilted her head.
“Would you like to show me firsthand? Like a proper teacher.”

“Sell her to the most miserable place possible and make her live like livestock.”

Daisy began to tremble as she recalled the instructions she had given the servants while handing them money.

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