I Just Wanted Revenge, But Everyone Loves Me - Chapter 6

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Episode 6
The problem resolved itself quite clearly.
If I couldn’t go of my own accord,
then I would simply have to cause trouble until I had no choice but to go!
But to get into solitary confinement, I’d need to commit at least a serious crime…….
‘I can’t kill anyone, though.’
I didn’t want blood on my hands.
‘What do I do?’
I pondered the question while slurping my soup. Just having contraband wouldn’t get me sent to solitary.
I’d need to cause some incident worthy of that consequence,
but with the guards keeping such close watch, it wasn’t easy to figure out how.
“……Ah.”
Come to think of it, there really is exactly one way…….
‘It’s a bit risky, though.’
I kept wondering if this was truly the best method, working my way through the soup to the very last spoonful.
But no other approach came to mind, and nothing else would serve so perfectly to get me sent to solitary.
‘I have no choice. The first thing is to meet them.’
I ate even the last potato on the plate with determination.
The woman—my sister—smiled at the sight of the empty bowl and gently stroked my hair.
And there was one person watching us both.
‘That person keeps staring only at her.’
What was that inmate’s number again?
Inmate 392, I think. His watchful gaze continued to monitor this corner.
‘It’s starting to bother me.’
At first I thought he was just making a pass at her.
But now it was getting on my nerves.
* * *
Late in the night.
Veronika gazed down at the child sleeping curled tight against her side, and a faint smile crossed her lips.
In this bleak prison, the child was the only flower.
How such a delicate yet spirited creature had ended up in prison remained a mystery—she’d already checked the charge, yet it still didn’t feel real.
Sometimes she wondered what thoughts occupied that small head.
And whenever the child said something strange or unexpected, it was endlessly endearing.
‘If only I had a daughter like this.’
Or a niece, at least.
The only blood relatives she had left were that stupidly strong older brother and an obnoxious nephew.
After a lifetime of seeing only those types, having something so soft and precious by her side made the whole world seem beautiful.
What had begun as mere curiosity had now evolved into genuine fascination—she wanted to know what this little one would do next.
And besides.
‘She resembles her.’
The only friend she’d ever had, now long dead.
So she couldn’t take her eyes away.
‘I don’t know what circumstances brought her here.’
But if all goes well, she’d like to stay with her.
‘Though she did say it was dangerous.’
What was she planning that she’d say something like that?
Veronika was deeply curious, but she also knew the child wouldn’t answer immediately even if asked.
‘Precious thing.’
She hoped to learn the truth someday.
Veronika poked the child’s plump cheek gently with her fingertip, then rose from her seat.
Right on cue, a guard approached and carefully opened the door.
He too was a collaborator, recruited beforehand.
Veronika left the cell with ease—easier than anyone would have managed—and headed toward none other than Sys’s administrative office.
“You’ve arrived, miss.”
“Where’s my brother?”
“He should be here any moment.”
Veronika nodded and flopped down onto the sofa. Shortly after, a powerfully built man strode in.
“Why is the guy from solitary taking so long? I was quick about it so I wouldn’t wake the kid.”
“…….”
There he goes, ignoring what people say again.
She was individualistic in her own right, but he was far worse.
Rodrigo passed his sister without a second glance and claimed the facing sofa.
Then,
“You.”
He pointed at her directly.
“What.”
“Talk about that little one. Everything you know.”
“Have you finally lost it?”
The little one—he had to be talking about Karin.
“Why suddenly ask about the kid?”
“Stop asking useless questions and talk. Now.”
“No. Do you think I’d hand over information about our child?”
“Veronika Bancadium.”
Rodrigo’s voice dropped to a cold warning. Stop arguing and speak. But Veronika was no pushover either.
She crossed her long legs arrogantly and smiled. She would have told him if it were anyone else, but with Karin, things were different.
That heartless brute had designs on their child—she’d sooner die.
“……Ahem.”
At that moment, Sys, caught between two dragons, let out a nervous cough.
“You cannot use force here, sir.”
Magic use was strictly prohibited within Iztail.
Special restriction stones were laid throughout to suppress magical power.
But there were two exceptions.
Rodrigo and Veronika.
Their magical power was strong enough to breach the prison’s defensive barrier.
Dragon strength was truly formidable. The moment those two clashed, the outcome would be obvious.
“Force? I was just talking.”
She glanced at Sys and shrugged. Rodrigo’s response was flat and direct.
“Why can’t you tell me?”
“Because I don’t want to?”
“I’m certain I told you to watch her.”
“And watch her I have. I can’t help but stick by her side all day.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No, which is exactly why I can’t tell you. You sound too serious about whatever you’re planning.”
She wondered what he intended to do with their child.
He’d acted disinterested all this time, so why suddenly ask now? His true purpose intrigued her.
At this, Sys, who had been listening quietly, added a comment.
“We are currently investigating the child Karin, miss.”
“Why are you investigating our child?”
“‘Our’ child? What are you talking about.”
Rodrigo laughed outright.
Dragons were born individualists by nature. He was no exception.
Yet in just over a month of knowing the child, she now used the plural ‘our’—which struck him as absurd.
“You don’t know how cute and harmless our Karin is, brother.”
“I don’t think I need to know.”
In a dragon’s eyes, everything except themselves was worthless.
Unlike Veronika, who had considerable emotional depth, Rodrigo saw nothing more or less than a suspicious little thing.
“Why investigate Karin anyway? What could that kid possibly know.”
“Did you read her charges and still ask that?”
“Well, they’re unusual, sure, but there must be reasons for all of it, right?”
“Tell me, excluding sentimentality. Veronika.”
“I am telling you, excluding sentiment. Brother, think about it. What could a child that young possibly do?”
“A child at that age intelligent enough to end up here—could she really be ordinary?”
Veronika paused at that.
Iztail was the empire’s prison for its worst criminals.
The child couldn’t have simply wandered in without connections, and a young girl choosing prison instead of play was far from normal.
“She had some reason compelling enough to fabricate a crime and get herself inside.”
“…….”
“And what makes me more wary is that she despises the Imperial Family with an unusual intensity.”
“She despises the Imperial Family?”
Those insufferable people?
Veronika’s eyes lit up for a moment.
She had no love for the Imperial Family.
They had dared exploit Bancadium.
But.
“I didn’t know the little one actually hated them.”
She’d assumed it was just a fabricated charge—the easiest way into Iztail was through imperial family contempt or attempted assassination.
So she’d taken it as a pretext.
What if it wasn’t?
‘What do I do.’
The child had become even more endearing.
“Then perhaps I should take her with me? If she hates the Imperial Family, we’re perfectly aligned.”
“Take her where.”
Rodrigo scoffed dismissively.
“I’ll ascertain her exact purpose first, and if I determine she poses a threat to us, I’ll eliminate her immediately.”

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