I Only Tried to Seduce the Villainess Sister Who Was Supposed to Kill Me - Chapter 25

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25.

 

Theor, who had called Maxton’s name, didn’t say a single word to him until Maxton was dragged away somewhere by the knights.

 

I realized for the first time today that calling someone’s name in a terrifying voice and then saying nothing was several times more frightening than threats of death.

 

The people around me, aside from myself, also seemed to be frightened by Theor like that.

 

“Let’s go get you treated first.”

 

Judging by how quiet the surroundings became, like a mouse had died, when an Unnamed Soldier whispered behind Theor’s back as he held my hand and headed toward the back of the barracks, asking if Maxton was going to be quietly murdered.

 

Being led by Theor’s hand into the Etheran Family’s Private Quarters, I unconsciously let out a “wow” of admiration at the interior environment that was as spacious and comfortable as the communal barracks.

 

The Hunting Festival basically had a large barracks where all participants could stay together, and behind that, separate private barracks were built for royalty, grand dukes, and dukes.

 

The Empire that thoroughly discriminated according to titles.

 

This was why those with marquis titles desperately tried to obtain duke titles.

 

Because there were far too many benefits that marquises and below couldn’t enjoy.

 

“No one can enter here, so please treat yourself comfortably.”

 

Theor said as he seated me on the sofa.

 

Huh? Wasn’t he going to treat me?

 

Perhaps my expression was asking that, because Theor looked at me and said.

 

“Rather than applying medicine, it would be better to treat it with the healing ability you possess.”

 

Well, that’s true, but…

 

“Then turn around.”

 

Since I needed to make the black caterpillars wriggle on my cheek to heal with dark magic, I told Theor not to look at me.

 

For some reason, even if others didn’t matter, I didn’t want to show it to Theor.

 

As I watched Theor turn his body at my words and was about to heal with dark magic, the image of Perioze’s Sister foaming at the mouth toward Maxton flashed through my mind.

 

“Ah, I think it would be better to just apply medicine to this?”

 

I said that if I treated it with dark magic, it would heal completely, so to make Maxton pay for hitting me, I should leave it swollen.

 

At that, Theor frowned as if angry.

 

“I’ll make that bastard pay for his crimes in the name of Etheran, so please get treated.”

 

“No, why would you stake the grand ducal family’s name on something like that?”

 

“It means you don’t need to worry about dealing with that bastard to that extent. So please get treated.”

 

After thinking for a moment at Theor’s words, I shook my head, thinking it would be better not to get treated to receive Perioze’s Sister’s attention.

 

“I don’t want to, I’ll just stay like this.”

 

“Why.”

 

As soon as I finished speaking, Theor frowned and asked.

 

I looked at him for a moment, then told him the truth.

 

“Because I want to see Perioze’s Sister get angry when she sees this face.”

 

“…Excuse me?”

 

I told Theor, who had a face that showed he had no idea what I meant, with a serious expression.

 

“I want to keep watching Perioze’s Sister get furious and angry at that bastard when she sees my cheek that Maxton hit. Do you understand what I mean?”

 

“…I don’t understand. The reason for doing that is…”

 

“You don’t know how pretty our Perioze’s Sister is when she’s angry, do you?”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

I explained how Perioze’s Sister’s proud nose bridge wrinkled when she got angry, showing a more fierce expression, and said I couldn’t treat my swollen cheek to keep seeing that.

 

“I really don’t understand at all.”

 

As expected, Theor didn’t seem to understand my feelings despite my detailed explanation.

 

“It’s because you’re still young. You don’t know how joyful it is when someone you like gets angry for your sake…”

 

“I’m two years older than Elinea. And enduring pain just to see someone you like get angry for you is behavior I really can’t understand.”

 

“But according to Imperial law, a two-year age gap means we have our coming-of-age ceremony together.”

 

At my words, one of Theor’s eyebrows twitched up.

 

“Well, Theor will understand later when he has someone he likes. How joyful it is when that person gets angry on my behalf.”

 

“If they hurt in my place, maybe, but I have no intention of enduring my current pain just for them getting angry for me.”

 

Theor said that other people would probably think like he did.

 

“You’re in pain right now. This area trembles every time you speak.”

 

Theor continued, tapping his own cheek with his index finger.

 

“If it were me, I would treat the wound first and make the pain disappear. Even if I treat the wound, the fact that I was hit by a bastard who couldn’t pay for his crimes even with death doesn’t disappear.”

 

No, why go that far for one slap on the cheek…

 

I stared at Theor, who had called Maxton a bastard who couldn’t pay for his crimes even with death, then let out a short sigh and said.

 

“It doesn’t hurt that much, and it’s not serious enough to treat with dark magic, so I’ll just apply some medicine.”

 

At my words, Theor’s eyebrows furrowed frighteningly.

 

“What on earth are you…”

 

Theor, who seemed about to say something angrily, soon let out a short sigh and moved his long legs with big strides toward where the dresser was.

 

Theor, who brought a medicine box from there, sat next to me and opened the box.

 

“It’s quite swollen. Even if you apply medicine, the pain won’t subside easily.”

 

“It’s okay, I can endure this much.”

 

At my words, Theor sighed as if frustrated while applying ointment to my cheek.

 

“I really don’t understand why you won’t treat it when you have the ability to heal. I never knew it would be this frustrating that my dark attribute doesn’t have healing power.”

 

“Oh my, did you want to have healing power? Since when?”

 

Since Theor in the original work didn’t try to use Caroline’s healing power much either, I was a little surprised that he wanted healing power and asked.

 

But at the words that came from Theor’s mouth, I felt somewhat strange.

 

“From today.”

 

Saying “from today” must mean he wanted healing power because of me.

 

That would mean seeing my injured face bothered him, so he wished he had healing power.

 

My face grew hotter with a strangely fluttering feeling. I tried not to make eye contact with Theor.

 

Every time Theor’s hand brushed my cheek while applying ointment, the touched area grew hot.

 

This emotion is somewhat troublesome…

 

I swallowed dry saliva while trying to calm my increasingly fast heartbeat.

 

Since he’s so much my type in appearance, I seem to keep falling for him strangely.

 

Even though I know well that Theor is the sub-male lead from the original work who will come to love Caroline, my heart keeps fluttering toward him.

 

Since this is definitely not a good sign, I thought I must come to my senses as quickly as possible and correct this heart that’s being swayed by him.

 

Since I learned that Crown Prince Lloyd and Caroline must never be together for Perioze’s Sister’s flower path, it would be good to pair Caroline with Theor, the sub-male lead.

 

That way, Caroline wouldn’t even be able to have a fling with Lloyd.

 

Although right now I’m wearing matching hunting clothes with the same design and same embroidery.

 

The matching hunting clothes that Theor and I wore were designed by the Marquis’ Mansion’s designer Endiweon and had a slightly different feel from Lloyd and Perioze’s Sister’s matching hunting clothes.

 

At first, I planned to meet Theor in the city and go to a clothing store to get them tailored, but when Perioze’s Sister learned of this, she called both Theor and me to the Marquis’ Mansion, asking what useless thing we were doing when she had her own designer.

 

Although they were hunting clothes designed by one person, Endiweon, our couple and Perioze’s Sister’s couple had distinctly different feels.

 

Perioze’s Sister and Lloyd’s hunting clothes had a design that exuded luxury and elegance rather than being active, while the hunting clothes Theor and I wore were simple and neat, maximizing the feel of the uniform that Theor usually liked to wear.

 

To eliminate the plainness of the women’s clothing, Endiweon put the embroidery that was only small on Theor’s hunting clothes chest area throughout my outfit, and it matched amazingly well, making anyone feel that Theor and I were a couple.

 

“It’s done.”

 

Theor said while closing the ointment lid, so I bowed my head once to him in greeting.

 

“Thank you.”

 

At my greeting, Theor just stared at me for a moment, then asked with a somewhat displeased expression.

 

“Can you go to the hunting grounds? If it’s difficult, you can rest here…”

 

“Oh my, what are you saying. Would I not attend the Hunting Festival just because I got slapped once on the cheek?”

 

How could I miss the opportunity to watch Perioze’s Sister catch magical beasts with fire magic up close?

 

After finishing my words, I sprang up and said to Theor.

 

“Let’s go, this big sister will catch ten magical beasts for you!”

 

As I walked toward the barracks entrance speaking boldly, Theor followed behind and muttered quietly.

 

“As I said before, I’m two years older, Elinea.”

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