Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? - Chapter 104

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Chapter 104
All I had to do was abandon my conscience.
‘I don’t remember. I know nothing of yesterday.’
“…Your hand.”
“Ah, damn it….”
But the moment the image of me rambling about Isidore’s hand flashed through my mind, another wave of shame crashed over me that I couldn’t bear.
‘Please tell me there’s nothing else besides this?’
My ominous premonitions had never once been wrong.
I flopped onto the bed with a groan, pressing my forehead in despair. I didn’t even have the energy to rage anymore. What expression would I wear when I saw Isidore? What could I possibly say?
‘Right, I know nothing about it, so it doesn’t matter.’
I tried desperately to push away the fragmented, sharply glittering memories of last night. But that pale, white hand wouldn’t leave my mind.
It was just a hand, after all.
‘My stomach keeps churning.’
The hangover must have been worse than I thought. I rubbed my burning chest and called for a servant, asking them to tell Enrique that today’s lesson was postponed.
“Sister, are you unwell?”
Hearing the news, Enrique soon came to me with a deeply worried expression. The moment I saw his large eyes glistening, I jumped out of bed.
‘I’ve been healed.’
To think such an admirable, cute, and lovable little brother existed in this world. I could only shed tears of joy.
“Just a slight headache. It’s nothing serious, so don’t worry.”
As I stroked his soft hair, Enrique bit his lip with a sorrowful expression.
“Don’t mind me, Sister. Please rest.”
The boy tried to pull the blanket over me with his small hands.
“It’s fine. Since you’re here, let’s have some cake. Or would you rather play with Purple?”
At the mention of Purple, Enrique’s eyes flickered rapidly. Last week, when Enrique visited my Annex Building, he had accidentally discovered Purple sleeping on a cushion.
“…Sister, is this a turtle?!”
I’d vaguely told the servants it was a rare turtle imported from abroad and not to touch it, but I couldn’t lie to sweet Enrique.
“Enrique, this is a secret I’m only telling you.”
“Only me?”
“Yes.”
“Okay. I won’t tell.”
“Actually, this turtle is a holy spirit. A hybrid of a divine spirit and an animal.”
“Wow….”
From then on, he seemed very interested in Purple, and it appeared he’d already grown attached.
“No, I won’t!”
As if fighting with himself, the boy suddenly frowned and shook his head vigorously.
“Today I want to stay by your side and take care of you, Sister. I’ll read to you.”
“It’s fine. Besides, I actually hate books.”
“But how are you so smart?”
“Isn’t your sister just dumb?”
I spoke playfully and gently pinched Enrique’s soft cheek.
“I’m not an idiot.”
Though she glared at me sharply, as if offended at being treated like a child, she still insisted I wasn’t foolish.
“Who on earth does Enrique take after to be this kind and adorable?”
That a personality-disordered pair of twins shared blood with Enrique was simply unbelievable.
“I’ve grown a lot taller. I’ll be even taller than you later!”
“Oh my, is that so?”
“Don’t tease me!”
“I’m not teasing. Enrique, grow taller than me soon. And keep living with your sister, alright?”
“Hmph!”
I rubbed his plump, glutinous-rice-cake-like white cheeks repeatedly, then woke Purple, who was sleeping in a tattoo-like form on my skin, and placed the sulking Enrique in his arms. Enrique gasped in surprise as he puffed up with flames.
“Purple has gotten bigger. And his vertical diameter has also lengthened.”
Purple, a holy beast with the worst fuel efficiency, subsisting on expensive mana stones, grew larger by the day until it had reached the length of my forearm. I was beginning to wonder purely out of curiosity just how large Purple would become if I continued to feed it mana stones.
‘The novel definitely described it as a small turtle.’
It seemed Miya likely hadn’t fed Purple many mana stones due to economic difficulties. Since holy beasts were half-spirits, they could survive without eating anyway.
“Hello, Purple.”
Enrique greeted shyly, his cheeks flushing. Purple didn’t respond and simply yawned widely on Enrique’s lap. The moment Enrique quietly pulled a mana stone from his pocket, Purple’s drowsiness vanished as it blinked its large eyes and licked its small fingers.
“Purple is so cute.”
Enrique, who’d had mana stones snatched away by the shameless turtle once again today, laughed brightly. Watching the peaceful scene of a lovely child and creature nestled together, I nodded contentedly.
Those two are the light of this harsh world’s life… wait, what?
“…It’s blinding. I wanted to escape the sun.”
But why was I in my memories acting foolishly in front of Isidore while draping a coat over myself?
It seemed this wasn’t a problem that could be solved by simply erasing only my memories. I genuinely began to wonder if I needed to hit the back of his head until amnesia set in.
“Sister, does it hurt?”
“…No, I’m just embarrassed.”
“Why?”
“Enrique, you must never drink heavily later. Understood?”
Enrique watched me press my temples repeatedly and wore a worried expression once more, while I repeated meaningless regrets yet again.
That evening, lying helplessly after being assaulted by memories.
“Grrr…”
Purple, who had carefully consumed the mana stone Enrique gave as a snack and the three meals I diligently provided, suddenly began trembling and vibrating.
“What’s wrong?”
It bared its sharp teeth menacingly and rushed toward the window.
“Is there something outside?”
Purple continued to stare at the Rose Garden while trembling. According to the novel’s settings, Purple had a dark attribute—it reacted sensitively to dark magic.
‘Could it be a rift? Or a monster?’
There was scarcely anywhere in the Capital safer than Simour’s Townhouse, so why this?
‘I should tell Father that something feels off.’
Gripping an offensive scroll, I ran urgently with Purple tucked under my arm. As I headed toward the Main House where Father was, Purple’s growling intensified.
Suddenly, I caught the scent of blood near the Rose Garden, which lay shrouded in desolate darkness.
“Krraaagh!”
At the same moment, a scream filled with agony pierced through the Rose Garden.
“Ugh!!”
“Be quiet.”
More chilling than the rough cries was the occasional cold voice that sent shivers down my spine.
“…What’s in there?”
Then, as if sensing my presence, a rustling sound accompanied a large silhouette emerging from within the Rose Garden.
“I thought it was a wild beast, but it was you.”
“….”
“Deborah.”
A man with identical features to Beleck but an entirely opposite atmosphere wiped his chin and looked down at me. His face was splattered with blood.
“I never expected you to be the first to welcome me.”
He strode toward me with long steps. Rozard, who had been in the Eastern Territory all this time, finally revealed himself before me.
The eldest son of this household had ended the war and returned to the Capital.

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