The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 11

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11.

In her dream, Lillian was walking across a grassland covered in white snow.

She was struggling and out of breath from limping.

Strangely, her right leg wouldn’t move properly.

As if it had been severely injured and completely withered away…

‘Why?’

But the confusion was quickly erased in the dream.

She accepted this physical condition quite naturally.

Even the sadness that rose to her throat.

The guilt that squeezed her heart was the same.

‘Ah!’

Eventually, she couldn’t run far and collapsed on the snow-covered grassland.

Then someone shouted from behind her.

‘Lillian!’

‘Don’t come!’

Lillian shouted at the man who had followed her with her gaze.

The man didn’t move an inch, as if a stake had been driven into him.

It would be more accurate to say he couldn’t move.

After all, he was making such a devastated expression.

But Lillian cried out while weeping.

‘I hate you! I hate you so much!’

Tears came out.

Even though it was a dream, the wind was so cold that the tears tried to freeze immediately on her cheeks.

But she couldn’t hold back.

‘I hate you so much for making everyone hate me…’

She hated him so much it felt like her heart would burst.

She had pleaded so desperately to be abandoned.

But nothing went as she wished.

‘What happened after that?’

She couldn’t remember.

Snow began to fall again.

The painful and agonizing things quietly fell asleep again beneath the pure white.

As if she could deceive herself that there would be no pain if she turned away from the wounds.

* * *

The second day since Lillian Tillard had collapsed.

Evren narrowed his eyes and glared at the tent entrance.

From inside, groans of suffering from fever could still be heard.

All the female ability users held Lillian’s hands and diligently massaged her arms.

But the awakening fever wouldn’t go down at all.

On the contrary.

“Forgive us, Your Highness…”

“We can no longer absorb any more control power.”

Those who had been nursing came out after becoming as healthy as their limit allowed.

Those who returned from nursing whispered quietly.

“Didn’t they say she was powerless?”

“I heard that too.”

“But I feel even better than when I got help from an A-class controller?”

“Wow, it feels like there’s a hole in my head. Really refreshing.”

“Me too… No, wait. Then she’ll die.”

This crystal-clear feeling in their heads was really something they hadn’t experienced in a long time.

Though they couldn’t openly marvel at it since the situation was urgent.

‘What grade will she get after the awakening fever ends to be like this?’

‘Seeing how she’s compatible with all of us, it must be no joke…?’

‘At least B? No, definitely A?’

A strange sense of anticipation began to rise in the barracks.

Controllers were fewer in number than ability users.

Furthermore, if they were high-grade, they were even more precious.

Even families in difficult circumstances would hold grand banquets when their child awakened as a high-grade controller.

So it was natural to be excited when someone of tremendous grade was awakening.

Even if it was a Tillard they had been hostile toward!

But Evren was gradually becoming displeased.

What the hell? Why isn’t she getting better?

“We can’t move with such a patient. Isn’t there some way?”

“Hmm… Your Highness. Actually, I have one opinion…”

The physician awkwardly cleared his throat.

“When awakening fever comes late, it’s said to be because of contact with an ability user.”

“Lillian Tillard must have met countless ability users by now?”

Starting with that damn fiancé of hers.

“To become a catalyst for awakening, it usually… must be a very high-grade ability user.”

“…”

“Just holding hands wouldn’t be enough to become a catalyst…”

The physician watched Evren’s reaction.

The shadows silently tried to look up but barely restrained themselves.

Unable to raise their heads, they just rolled their eyes frantically.

A very high-grade ability user here.

If it’s an S-class ability user, there’s only their lord, isn’t there?

But what catalyst could it be if not holding hands…?

The physician hurriedly cleared his throat.

To get past the awkward moment, he continued speaking rapidly.

“Why! The young lady is only reacting now isn’t certain. But! The person who became the catalyst for awakening must stay by her side continuously. That way! Her ability will stabilize quickly and the fever will subside soon.”

“…”

“It would be faster than with others. At the very least, you should keep holding her hand continuously. Actually, it might be good if you made an imprint altogether-“

“…”

“…Forgive me. That last statement was a slip of the tongue.”

The physician quickly bowed his head.

Imprinting.

It was an act of forming an eternal connection between an ability user and a controller.

A controller could only use their power on one person.

And in return, the ability user had to give everything to the controller.

It was a promise more eternal than love and stronger than human marriage institutions.

“Physician.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“So you had the strength to say such horrible and useless things?”

“…Forgive me.”

The physician sank completely, and Evren went inside.

The hastily made patient’s room was gently soaked in a sweet yet clear fragrance.

‘Were the other people okay?’

The previous people who had nursed Lillian and come out seemed fine.

Evren silently rubbed his shoulder.

It felt like all the muscles in his body were stiff.

In the center of the hastily prepared room, Lillian could be seen buried in the bed.

They had assigned so many people for two days.

Yet her fever showed no signs of subsiding at all.

Creak….

Evren lightly sat down closest to Lillian’s bedside.

Was it because of his enhanced hearing that all sounds seemed unnecessarily loud?

Tap, tap.

Evren gently touched the palm of Lillian, who had her eyes closed from the fever.

Her palm was soft.

Natural, since it was a body that didn’t wield swords.

He raised his index finger and traced along the thin palm lines.

He caressed the round flesh that extended below her thumb.

Then he brushed the inside of her wrist with his fingertips like a feather.

It was incomparably thinner than his own wrist.

He attempted contact for a while, but such childish touches showed no signs of reducing her fever.

The minimum act that could be called ‘contact’ started with properly holding hands.

However, Evren couldn’t grasp that hand and just stared at it intently.

‘The pretentious Tillards who flutter around like butterflies….’

The Tillard Family, whom even God criticized as being full of pretense.

But he thought they weren’t like that among themselves.

Ramio Tillard, who had a reputation for being decent.

It was unexpected to see such a man mocking Lillian as she struggled on the ground.

He too no longer hesitated and grasped Lillian’s right hand.

He had heard his subordinates earlier whispering in excitement.

They said her control power was as refreshing as an A-class controller.

But the moment he held her hand, his breath caught.

A sickeningly sweet heat crawled up his spine like a slow snake, raising goosebumps.

Why was this side more overwhelming for him than the refreshing sensation?

It would be one thing if the tremor only flowed through their clasped hands.

His breathing was so hot that his heart felt like it was burning up.

Between her slender fingers.

Just pushing his own into that narrow space and interlocking them caused ringing in his ears.

This couldn’t possibly be control.

This was….

“…Your Highness.”

Their interlocked hands flinched.

Evren wiped his feverish eyes with the back of his hand.

Lillian, who had been unconscious the whole time, opened her eyes.

She was still in a dazed state, not fully conscious yet….

Evren calmed his roughened breathing.

But when he met those green eyes half-hidden by eyelashes.

Evren almost jumped up reflexively.

‘What is this?’

His heart was beating frantically fast.

His breath was completely cut off as if someone had put an invisible collar on him.

“Huh?”

He scratched down the back of his neck.

Nothing could be felt there.

But he knew instinctively.

This was something he could understand without anyone telling him.

“Ha.”

He had been imprinted?

By Lillian Tillard?

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