She is the Daughter of the Villainess in a Ridiculous Novel - Chapter 30

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I Am the Villainess’s Daughter in a Melodramatic Novel
Episode 30
Help? He’s going to help? Vivian Bright is helping him?
‘What nonsense!’
“Stay right where you are. The priests will make you comfortable in no time.”
“Do you really think I’d believe that?”
Farrel faltered as the priests drew closer and edged backward.
Something told him that if he let these men catch him, it would all be over.
He had no idea how his behavior looked to the people around him.
“Stay back! You dare doubt me now? Vivian, how could you…!”
“…”
“It’s a lie! Every word of it, a bald-faced lie! That Dark Mage told me I could have a child!”
“Now, now, Your Grace, please calm yourself. Just for a moment…”
“Get away from me! Lay one finger on me and see what happens! If I’m not pregnant, how could my belly be this big?!”
Farrel thrashed with all his might, as though he would never allow it, but it was useless.
Several priests worked together to subdue him, and before long they were examining his body with Holy Magic.
“Ugh, gah!”
“Ah, found it! This is definitely Forbidden Magic. It’s a Simic!”
“Thankfully, it hasn’t hatched yet.”
A Simic? Hatching?
No one present could fully grasp what was happening, but they all understood one thing.
Farrel Underwood had become so obsessed with the Count that he’d fallen for a Dark Mage’s trickery, and Count Bright and her partner had tried to help him.
“No wonder the wedding was being rushed like this. Now I understand why.”
“Exactly. I’ll admit it now, but when I heard they planned to hold the wedding without even going through the engagement dissolution, I was appalled. Even if the times have changed, it goes against all propriety, doesn’t it?”
In the reversed atmosphere, Farrel, surrounded by priests, glared wide-eyed in disbelief.
“Not pregnant? So what you’re telling me is that I was being toyed with by a Dark Mage?”
“Now, my lord, there’s no immediate danger, so for now…”
“Ha, ha! Deceive me? Me, Farrel of the venerable Underwood House? You, you lowborn Dark Mage scum…!”
“My lord! Please remain calm!”
“Get out of my way! I’m going to make that bastard pay! Hey, come out! I know you’re here, so come out!”
At Farrel’s ranting, the expressions of the priests trying to restrain him grew grave.
“Surely you don’t mean… That Dark Mage is here?”
“Just a while ago he told us to draw attention so they could take their time ending a life… and that was a lie too? Ha! No wonder Ivan Ernest looked perfectly fine!”
“Good heavens! Go and fetch the Holy Knights. I’ll use Tracking Magic here in the meantime.”
“Yes!”
Using Forbidden Magic in a place crowded with people like this was far more dangerous than it seemed.
These were people who wouldn’t hesitate to take the lives of everyone here if it suited them.
At the very moment the priest calmly cast Tracking Magic so the crowd wouldn’t panic.
“Tch.”
Idel heard someone click their tongue softly right beside her ear.
It was Sigmund who caught her head as it turned back on instinct.
“Hey, don’t make it obvious. Look ahead.”
“Is he our target?”
“Yeah, I think so. Because that bastard just used magic.”
“Magic?”
Before Sigmund could answer again, Idel understood what he had meant.
“Aargh! Ahh!”
Farrel, who had been furiously raging from behind the priests, suddenly clutched his stomach and doubled over.
“My lord? My lord! Are you all right?”
“Hrk!”
“Damn it, I think they killed him by blowing him up so the traces of mana mixed into the Simic wouldn’t become a clue!”
In other words, the other side had been prepared to abandon him and go into hiding the moment things went wrong.
“Sigmund, if you’ve confirmed the magic, that means we can trace its trail, right? Then now…”
“No. I can’t allow you both to go chasing after it.”
“What?”
Bilead’s unexpected answer in his stead made a flicker of confusion cross Idel’s face.
“The magic Sigmund sensed just now wasn’t meant to kill the Simic. It was meant to shift its target from Ivan to Farrel Underwood.”
Bilead glanced at Jeiana and closed his mouth, but Idel understood what the words he’d swallowed meant.
In other words, the magic that had been prepared to kill Ivan had been turned toward Farrel instead, to eliminate the one ‘witness.’
“Farrel may be a sloppy fool, but the other side seems to have been quite thorough. Look at how they deliberately used a Curse that could counter Holy Magic.”
“T-then what about Uncle Farel?”
“It’s all right, Lady Jeiana. This old man will save him.”
Bilead patted Jeiana’s back as if soothing a frightened animal, then turned to the two of them and lowered his voice.
“Not every Dark Mage can carry out something like this so easily. I agree that he could be a lead, but acting rashly will only invite danger. Do you both understand what I mean?”
“…Yes.”
“Understood, Master.”
“Good. Then wait here with Lady Jeiana. Lady Diane, may I leave the children in your care?”
“Oh, yes! Yes!”
With that, Bilead moved toward where Farel lay.
Many mages had no affiliation with any order, so the priests welcomed his help without a shred of suspicion.
Sigmund watched Bilead examining Farel with unusual seriousness, and his brows drew together slightly.
“…Huh, that’s strange.”
“What is?”
“My master. He’s not a bad person, but he’s not the type to help someone just because it’s ‘morally right,’ is he?”
“Helping Farel seems strange to you?”
“Yeah. Are you serious? I should have caught on when he suggested we help Ivan.”
At Sigmund’s words, Idel’s mind started racing.
I kept forgetting, having grown used to it, but Sigmund was the villain of the original work and the Crown Prince. And Bilead was his ‘Dark Mage master.’
‘And now that Bilead is acting out of character? In a makjang world, no less?’
Then this has to be connected to that Dark Mage who just fled. Whether it’s a lost family member or a close friend, something’s definitely there.
‘That’s the Makjang Rule.’
And connections between these wicked men always led, in one form or another, to clues about the main villain.
‘For example, someone like Melissa.’
Right. I have to chase that Dark Mage.
Having reached that conclusion, Idel grabbed Sigmund’s arm without hesitation and whispered to him.
“Hey, let’s go after him.”
“What? No way.”
“You’re curious about Bilead acting so suspicious too, aren’t you? There’s definitely something going on.”
At Idel’s whispering, Sigmund’s eyes wavered slightly.
If anything, he was never the obedient child who followed the grown-ups’ words. He was more the type who moved however he pleased.
Seizing on the flicker of interest in Sigmund’s reaction, Idel half-turned and tugged at his sleeve.
“This is our only chance. Come on, hurry!”
“Ugh, fine, fine.”
A deal was struck.
Exchanging glances that said the moment to escape had come, the two of them bolted in the direction the Dark Mage had gone while Bilead was focused elsewhere.
“Huh? H-hey, Idel! Where are you going? Idel!”
“Young Miss!!”
“I’ll be right back! Don’t follow me!”
At Idel’s shameless attitude, Sigmund let out a dry laugh.
“Says you?”
“I’m different from him.”
“Sure you are.”
“Which way? Is it this way?”
“Uh, I think so…”
He answered her reflexively, then let his words trail off.
He had agreed to Idel’s proposal on impulse because his master’s behavior was so suspicious, but in truth, the chances of extracting any clue from the Dark Mage were close to nil.
‘Never mind catching him, even tracking his movements will be hard.’
So, thinking rationally, the odds were high that running around like this would yield nothing at all.
“Hey, you do know that even if we go now, we won’t catch that guy, right?”
“Do you take me for a fool? Of course. If Bilead warned us it was dangerous, how could the two of us catch him?”
At the look on Idel’s face, as if asking whether he’d really call that a question, Sigmund scowled deeply.
“Then what’s your plan? We’re not dogs. Are we supposed to trail after his magic like puppies?”
“We might not be able to trail him, but we can probably find traces.”
“That guy isn’t an idiot. Someone who killed a witness and tried to run wouldn’t leave something like that behind… Wait. What’s this?”
At the end of the alley, where the trail of magic had gone cold.
Turning toward Idel with a smirk, he raised one eyebrow slightly.
On the ground lay a small cufflink engraved with a suspicious sigil.
Idel crouched down in front of it, examined the cufflink, then glanced up at him and pulled one corner of her lips into a smile.
“Guess he really is an idiot, huh.”

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