The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 12

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12.

“This is absolutely ridiculous….”

An ability going berserk and being imprinted are two different things.

Besides, Lillian Tillard looks perfectly fine?

‘What?’

Wait. Then right now.

The imprinting is already done…?

“Water.”

At that moment, Lillian’s lips moved slightly.

“Water, thirsty, I’m thirsty….”

Evren forcibly pulled his clasped hands apart.

His hand automatically reached for the water bottle placed on the makeshift nightstand.

Ah, damn it.

He never laughed at absurd situations, but he almost did just now.

For the first time in his life.

“If you’re conscious, try sitting up.”

“Why should I….”

“You need to drink water.”

It was ridiculous.

She was the one who said she wanted to drink, wasn’t she?

Bustling sounds echoed through the room that had been tense with anxiety.

Lillian, who had finished drinking all the water, laid her head back on the pillow.

However, her gaze was still directed at him.

Evren spoke first.

“I’ve imprinted on you, young lady. What are we going to do now.”

It was a situation with no answer.

In fact, Lillian Tillard was also too dazed to have an answer.

“What are you thinking right now?”

A woman who had been unpredictable in every way since the moment they met on that mountain path.

Lillian whispered in such a small voice that it would be missed without concentration.

“…I’m thinking that you’re quite late.”

“I’m the only one who got imprinted right now, Tillard. What do you mean I’m late?”

“Hmph… When you were being annoyingly clingy, that was when.”

“…? Me?”

When?

Lillian made a disgusted expression.

Her eyes narrowed considerably.

“Why are you playing dumb.”

“Me?”

“Are you going to keep talking nonsense, relying on your face?”

“…Me?”

“Yes.”

Evren only slightly furrowed his left eyebrow.

…Who is she confusing me with right now?

Could it be with that trash fiancé of hers, Carkin Pavil?

“Huh.”

Evren clicked his tongue.

‘This is the first time I’ve felt like this.’

If he had to compare, it felt like drinking demon blood.

Demon blood tasted similar to water from a rotten rag.

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Is it possible to like someone so much that you’d long for them even in dreams?

Is that how normal people are?

While Evren was frowning.

Lillian closed both eyes again.

“I’ve kept all my promises… with this.”

“…Promises? What promises.”

“Ah, don’t talk to me. Business hours are over….”

“What did a noble young lady do to say business hours are over.”

“I’m going to sleep….”

Lillian boldly answered the prince’s question and fell asleep again.

What an absurd woman.

“Hmm.”

Evren rubbed the back of his neck.

What should he do about this.

The nature of his ability was acting extremely tiresome right now.

It was pounding throughout his body, saying the salvation was so sweet and good, that he wanted to destroy it.

Wouldn’t it be better if Lillian Tillard didn’t exist rather than becoming this troublesome?

“You, just try waking up.”

Because he needed to reach a conclusion about what to do.

* * *

Lillian came back to life in human form the next day.

Like someone who had suffered from fever, her limbs were weak, but her mind was working.

And she would rather have died from the fever.

‘Oh Creator God.’

Why are you doing this to me?

Things were good when we succeeded in breaking off the engagement, made anonymous tips to the media, escaped the capital, and screwed over Ramio.

However, just like when she was ten years old, God gave no answer.

‘Can’t we go to the temple together and pray? If I become a good child, I might develop abilities!’

Back then, she had needlessly pestered her parents to visit the temple.

If she had known her parents would be murdered by bandits, she wouldn’t have uttered even the first letter of ‘prayer.’

‘Even now, the situation itself has no answer.’

Even when the kind-looking physician congratulated her, she wasn’t happy.

‘Congratulations on your awakening, young lady!’

Awakening fever? At this age?

Moreover, she was compatible with all the female ability users who were here?

‘Does that make sense?’

In this world, it was damn difficult to exceed a compatibility rating of 60.

There’s a reason why people rely on control artifacts, isn’t there?

It’s because there are so few controllers who match well.

‘Besides, I stopped the villain’s rampage?’

That’s ridiculous.

Since he’s S-rank, he must have overcome it on his own. Male leads can do anything.

He finally learned how to save himself.

It was truly something to celebrate.

In fact, Lillian knew the reality too.

However, with exile right around the corner, she couldn’t bring herself to abandon hope.

So until she went to meet the villain, she was clinging to her last sweet dream.

The villain who came out to greet her was dressed extremely loosely.

His long silver hair was still carelessly tied near the nape of his neck.

‘Goodness, not even buttoning up to the collar. How improper.’

With his large frame and clearly defined muscle lines, combined with such loose clothing, he gave off a strangely decadent atmosphere.

All of this was the complete opposite of the upright Second Prince Kail.

There’s a reason people in the rigid Empire keep their distance from villains…

‘At least his complexion looks better.’

Only then did she realize.

Perhaps that man had also been in truly dangerous circumstances.

“First, congratulations on your awakening, Lillian Tillard.”

“I am honored, Your Highness.”

“However, we have a bit of a problem.”

“Ah, because of the rampage-“

Oh my, there must be some misunderstanding.

Lillian was covering one cheek with her hand, preparing to speak.

But the villain pulled his collar further to the side.

Unlike his beautiful face, his thick neckline and collarbone were fully exposed.

‘What’s this? Is he showing off a tattoo?’

Has that man added something not just under his eyes but also on his neck now?

What was that chain pattern that glowed faintly gold before disappearing?

No way.

Why is that man showing such an ominous thing to Lillian, who just wanted to live simply and preciously?

“No way.”

She ended up saying it out loud.

“That ‘no way’ is exactly right, Lady Tillard.”

The villain smiled beautifully.

But then a red spider web pattern also appeared faintly.

The villain must be angry enough to emit killing intent.

“I’ve imprinted on you.”

“Good… heavens.”

“What are we going to do now?”

“…? Wait a moment. I feel like I’ve heard those words somewhere before.”

Was this even Lillian’s fault?

She was truly grateful he saved her from Ramio, and truly grateful for his nursing care.

But no matter how she thought about it, she had just been lying still.

For example, she was like a carriage parked quietly at the Imperial Palace Rear Gate.

But the villain crashed into her and was now asking what she’d do about his driver’s seat being damaged.

However, she wasn’t so socially inept as to argue about that in this situation.

Lillian rubbed her face dry, and the villain crossed his arms.

“Lady. You know this is a very troublesome situation, don’t you?”

“Of course.”

Imprinting? In genre literature, it’s an utterly romantic device.

In present-day Perniers, it was tantamount to a death sentence.

It’s literally like taking my heart out of my body and leaving it to walk around outside!

‘If the imprinted partner is attacked, damage comes to oneself too.’

In a world bursting with political fights and monster subjugation, it was truly suicidal behavior.

‘But I don’t feel anything?’

Usually when imprinting occurs, a pattern appears on similar body parts. She’d heard there’s also a burning sensation.

But nothing appeared on Lillian.

Which meant.

“…? Only Your Highness… has been imprinted?”

“Yes. How does it feel to hold my leash?”

“I’ll do my best to find a way to return it.”

I don’t want it, I don’t.

But even though she said she’d return it, the pattern under the villain’s eyes grew darker.

What kind of personality feels destructive impulses toward the controller who imprinted on him?

He approached with a smile.

The phytoncide scent that ruined Lillian’s life was intense.

“That’s such a quick answer, I’m a little hurt, Lady.”

Did he have a heart to be hurt with…?

You’re already in an extracted state, aren’t you?

The villain looked down at Lillian diagonally and narrowed his eyes.

“Lady. I don’t even keep a dedicated controller to begin with. When I have control stones and monster cores, what would I need one for?”

Oh my, of course you would.

Stones and such would be better than humans who require emotional care.

“So I have no intention of keeping you as my controller, yet here we are with imprinting.”

“It’s a great debt for Your Highness’s tremendous help with my awakening.”

She tried poking back indirectly that it was his fault.

“Since it’s come to this. Would you like to imprint on me fairly as well?”

A nice way of expressing ‘Would you like to be imprisoned?’

At this point, Lillian cleanly abandoned her original plan.

It was thanks to living a life where failing to quickly adapt to changing reality meant ruin.

‘Roll once more, brain.’

That man will start a war four years from now.

Imprint on each other here?

Then Lillian would be dragged right into the middle of that sea of blood.

‘As expected, this is the only way.’

“Your Highness. I know a way to break the imprint. On the day it’s been one year since imprinting.”

This took 0.3 seconds.

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