The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 141

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141.
“If you don’t want the others feeding you, let’s eat together, just us.”
“But the bedroom—”
He furrowed one eyebrow.
“In times like these, we need separate rooms. Did you want to share?”
“No, I didn’t.”
Here we go again—turning me into garbage.
But this time both his eyebrows drew together.
“Your refusal came awfully fast.”
……Ah!
Lillian cut off the conversation before it could begin, pivoting to something else entirely.
“Your Highness, if you’ve had any fantasies about our date, there’s something I need to shatter for you right now.”
“Hmm?”
“I’m actually not a good cook. I only know how to season things.”
Though I’m confident enough eating greens straight from the ground.
Lillian’s true gift lay in Silver Craftsmanship.
Did he really want a taste of Lillian’s cooking, for nostalgia’s sake?
‘Well, I could try.’
If he enjoyed molecular gastronomy the way most people enjoyed having their food pulverized at the molecular level.
But her companion burst out laughing instead.
Every word from Lillian seemed to delight him, fill him with genuine happiness.
He took hold of her shoulders and turned her around.
“I brought you here to cook for you.”
“……?”
She couldn’t quite reconstruct the meaning from the ellipsis. Surely he didn’t mean—cooking?
Lillian let him push her along, waddling like a penguin toward the armchair.
“You wait here.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“You can even lie down if you like. Since you’re someone with a weak constitution.”
“Even the Tillard Family isn’t this brazen.”
So Lillian chose to sit and watch him instead.
“Wow. You’re really good at this……”
“When you’re meant to marry someone, you should know how to do at least the basics.”
“Wait, you’re royalty—why are you cooking?”
“Because when it’s just the two of us and I want that closeness, I need to be the one to do it.”
……
I’m losing my mind.
Even amid her anxiety, Lillian’s heart was racing so wildly that she pressed both palms against her cheeks to contain it.
The Lodging staff had sent up ingredients, and he’d only just started chopping, slicing, and tossing them into the pan moments ago, it seemed……
And the meal was ready.
‘And it actually tastes good? How?’
Well, this man must have tramped around plenty during his campaigns, so naturally he’d mastered survival cooking, right?
He rested his chin on his hand and smiled.
“Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s really delicious. But Your Highness……?”
“I’m already full just watching you eat.”
……
“Just watching you is enough.”
Lillian gazed intently at the man across from her.
He was smiling warmly.
As if he found every single spoonful she took to be the most delightful, wondrous thing.
When Lillian fell silent, he narrowed one eye.
“What?”
He tilted his head slightly.
“I wanted to show you something beautiful, so I tried my best.”
……
“Is it still not enough?”
Lillian’s heart ached with a sharp beat.
‘If he speaks to me so beautifully, I won’t hate him……’
‘Beautiful?’
Lillian slowly set down her spoon.
She’d been a little anxious, truth be told.
Ever since she witnessed the eye of Annihilation descend upon the Tillard Family.
That’s why when she’d dragged the Empress down, she’d acted even more brazenly than usual—forcing that anxiety down, suffocating it with behavior.
But.
“Ren.”
……
“No, Evren.”
He’d stiffened slightly when she said “Ren,” but now he smiled wryly.
Skreeeeeee……
And the moment he smiled, the sky outside the window darkened and tore open with a rending sound.
* * *
Evren gazed at Lillian, who’d gone completely rigid, and exhaled slowly.
“I wasn’t trying to hide it exactly……”
Just let me have a little longer without it coming to light.
Not even a full day had passed yet.
The joy of watching Lillian walk on her intact right leg, laugh brightly, eat well—it was almost unbearable.
Yet Lillian pointed firmly toward the window.
Wrinkles like those that form when water spirals down a drain had appeared in the sky.
“Your Highness. What is that?”
“……Ah. That?”
Evren shrugged one shoulder.
“A distortion that appeared when I arrived here.”
“……! That’s what happens when spacetime collapses—?”
“Exactly.”
Click!
He snapped his fingers together, and the twisted marks vanished cleanly as if they’d never been.
Though it was only a temporary fix—they would keep appearing.
Because if the same person exists in multiple places, the World Capacity ruptures.
He gazed at the woman he loved and smiled bitterly.
“You knew I’m not the Evren of this timeline.”
“……Yes.”
“Yet you came anyway.”
Lillian nodded.
“Because if I didn’t, you might kill the Shadows.”
“I wouldn’t.”
It was a lie.
Had they gotten in his way, he would have killed them.
Just never where Lillian could see.
“How did you cross over?”
“Does the method really matter that much?”
Since Lillian was his heart, he had to find her no matter what happened.
Even if his body had died, as long as Lillian’s spirit existed, he would follow that thread of a trail.
“What matters is that I came because I wanted to see you.”
……
“Because I couldn’t accept that you were dead.”
Finally, their hearts had found each other.
If things could just go right from here, it felt as though he and Lillian could be happy together.
But fear began to fill Lillian’s eyes.
Evren watched with a sinking heart.
This clever woman must have her reasons for having suppressed her discomfort all this time.
Because for him to be on this timeline……
“What happened to that other world?”
……
“Tell me, Your Highness. What did you do with that world—?”
“I’m sorry.”
He answered calmly.
It was sincere. At least, for her it was.
“I couldn’t keep my promise.”
Because I didn’t become Emperor.
That kind of world ceased to exist in the first place.
“So you destroyed the world?”
“Yes.”
“But what about the Baltazar family people? Marguerite? Everyone?”
……
Evren did not answer.
To him, everyone held no meaning.
Though it would be different for Lillian, who wasn’t even blood-related to them.
“……Ah.”
Tears began to roll down Lillian’s cheeks.
The moment Evren saw this, he lurched from his seat in panic.
“Please don’t cry, Lillian.”
He dropped to his knees before her, cradling her face in his hands and whispering desperately.
“I think I’ll go mad if you cry.”
“Sniff……”
“Please, I’m begging you.”
“If you’re going to beg, you should at least try to listen to my requests!”
“I’m sorry.”
Evren wiped away Lillian’s tears and apologized with complete sincerity.
But he could not keep that request.
It felt like punishment—like living in a world without her.
Soon Lillian, having dried her tears, glared at him.
“……Was it you at Tillard Manor? The one who tried to drive Ren mad?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, really!”
He’d angered Lillian again, but there was nothing he could do about it.
‘That.’ The version of himself he is now.
He wanted to kill that other self in the most miserable way possible at any opportunity.
‘And erasing that week’s time gap required preparation.’
He suppressed the murderous intent and pleaded with the woman he loved.
“Because I can’t find meaning in anything except you.”
“Ah……”
“So let’s start over here with me.”
He gazed up at Lillian’s neck.
The spot where neck and shoulder meet.
Not yet complete, but the Floral Imprint glowed faintly there.
“Do you know what that means, Lillian? You’ve Bonded with me.”
“……!”
“It means I’m your mate.”
He touched the marked place on her neck gently, and under his fingers, the pattern became slightly more vivid.
Evren’s eyes crinkled with joy at the realization.
But in that moment.
“Ha.”
Behind him, space tore open vertically, and a laugh sharpened by fury rang out.
“My fiancée—and whose mate did you just say?”

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