The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 36
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36.
Chapter 11. The Villain’s Castle
“Urgh… Cough…!”
“You’re really lucky, little brother. How well you timed your visit for when I’m in a good mood.”
Truly blessed.
He doesn’t even know he survived thanks to Lillian.
“Go back and give my regards to the respectable head of the Pavil family. Don’t forget to cry about how much it hurts.”
Kail raised his head and gritted his teeth in humiliation.
‘The head of Pavil’.
This was said about his mother, Second Empress Lobelia. At first glance, it might sound like praise calling her a leader.
But in reality, it meant he didn’t even see her as Tarandia’s empress, which automatically meant he didn’t see Kail as Tarandian either.
Just a son of Pavil who wasn’t chosen by the ‘ability of annihilation’.
Kail convulsed as the ‘Daybreak’ members around him disappeared without a trace.
“You damn monster! After doing this to my knights, how dare you-!”
“How dare I what?”
Evren answered with a gentle eye-smile.
“Do you have proof?”
It might be different if there was a Controller like Lillian who collected evidence well.
“The only fact here is… that you brought knights on your own and… sold out your subordinates.”
“Urgh…!”
“I’ll make good use of your aide here and return him.”
Evren continued his eye-smile and turned around.
“Next time you want to attack me, think about creating evidence too.”
He turned his steps away from the gasping Kail.
Like a god of death and returning winter.
* * *
The shadows who had joined them this time emerged from the dark forest.
“…Your Highness, are you alright.”
Elias approached him.
He too had blood splattered on his face, having dealt with Daybreak members.
Evren, regardless, began speaking incoherently.
“Lillian said she worries about me.”
“Pardon?”
“When we were together earlier, she said she worries about me.”
Actually, when Lillian seemed to keep caring about other guys, making him slightly annoyed.
‘There’s not enough space in my head because I’m worrying about Your Highness right now.’
“It doesn’t make sense… If I don’t even rampage anymore, what is there for me to be worried about.”
Lillian had done something utterly inefficient.
But for some unknown reason, his heart felt pleasantly tickled.
He asked Elias again.
“Does she worry like that because I look weak? If that’s the case, it’s not rational.”
“…Well, rather than that. Isn’t it because Miss is affectionate toward Your Highness.”
“Affectionate.”
Evren rolled around in his mouth a word he knew the dictionary definition of but had never thought about.
Lillian being affectionate toward him…
“Ha.”
He touched the corner of his mouth.
This time, though unintended, the corners of his mouth kept rising.
But Elias, who couldn’t see this, ended up making an additional report.
He had forgotten that generally, content added later was unnecessary.
“Affectionate people tend to worry about the well-being of those close to them.”
“…”
“Just like how Miss bestowed kindness upon our party this time.”
“…Hmm.”
Evren’s good mood was ruined.
Affection had more of a public aspect than he thought.
Do normal humans go around scattering such emotions everywhere?
‘Hmm, but I didn’t feel bad at that time.’
Then shall I test in what situations I can receive Lillian’s affection.
* * *
A dark, gloomy mansion in the outskirts of the capital.
In a room with windows covered by velvet curtains, a man sat in an armchair.
He was a black-haired man with long white hair growing near his temples.
And his wrinkled face contorted finely as he looked at his familiar.
It was a dragon made of rock that could move freely through the earth.
“His Highness the Prince found a Controller.”
– Yes, master.
“…”
– On the day he confronted Prince Kail. The ability was stabilized by the Controller’s power.
“Who was it.”
– Lillian Tillard.
The man paused.
“That Lillian? The powerless granddaughter of Elric Tillard?”
– Yes. The energy was definitely felt around her.
“Ha!”
It was truly absurd.
But a familiar without human prejudice wouldn’t lie.
“…So they’ve been hiding that from me well. They must have planned to keep hiding it.”
– I apologize. I found out too late due to His Highness and the Shadows’ vigilance.
“It’s fine.”
Duke Baltazar muttered.
“Bring her when there’s an opening.”
– Yes, master.
“It would be even better if she’s been imprinted.”
It would make her easier to handle.
* * *
When they arrived at the outskirts of the capital and no longer had to sit curled up like a shrimp in the carriage.
Lillian stood in front of the First Prince’s Gate and opened her mouth slightly.
“Ooh…”
She knew it was undignified, but so what.
The white castle with its murky cobalt blue roof was beautiful enough to warrant it.
“Lillian. Your room is this way.”
“Yes.”
Lillian followed the villain but didn’t have high expectations.
At Tillard Manor, she had lived in quite varied environments, from the basement to rooms where money bugs occasionally appeared.
Still, when she reached the room she was guided to, she was speechless.
“…Your Highness, perhaps there was a mistake and I should go to the room next door?”
“Hm? I heard the room next door is also this room’s dressing room.”
“Oh.”
“Did you want to see that first?”
“Ah. No.”
Lillian carefully stepped into the room decorated mainly in pearl and blue tones.
It was so well-decorated that it was bewildering. And what was even more bewildering was…
“Don’t you decorate your interiors in black and white, Your Highness?”
Honestly, I was expecting that just a little bit.
“You have a talent for knowing the strangest things…”
“It’s because I’m a Tillard.”
I knew it!
‘But… why do all the furniture feel so round?’
I had seen furniture like this in my ‘previous life.’
‘The kind with rounded edges so babies wouldn’t get hurt.’
Thanks to that, the room felt cozy overall.
…This is the Villain’s taste?
‘Even the curtains are strange.’
Curtains used in noble mansions are usually secured with tasseled cords.
‘But this one uses buttons. This style is rare…’
What is this?
Once I noticed one strange thing, more and more suspicious details caught my eye.
This beautifully decorated room, and a terrace where you could see the endless green hills.
Moreover, being located in the most secure inner area meant…?
‘Based on the location and structure, it’s the kind of place a castle lord’s companion would use-?’
But the Villain conveniently dispelled Lillian’s suspicions.
“You need a workshop to make artifacts, don’t you?”
“…! Yes, if you could spare a spot next to the forge-”
“The forge is too far from here. Look, do you see that corner of the garden?”
Lillian looked where the Villain was pointing.
In one corner of the garden was a small white cottage.
No way.
“For workshops, it’s best to fetch clean water immediately and test design circuits directly on natural materials, right?”
“Yes, that’s correct…”
“The place that meets all those requirements is near this room.”
“Ah.”
Well, setting up an artifact workshop is quite demanding.
“Let’s go, Miss.”
Lillian forgot all about the strange details and followed the Villain.
‘Wow…’
The inside was perfect for working with several people.
‘All the workbenches are adjusted to my height.’
And most of all, I nearly stopped breathing when I saw the equipment that was prepared.
‘This is more advanced than the equipment I have!’
The Villain gave Lillian a new torch.
This one could reach up to 1,600 degrees and was equipped with new functions too.
As Lillian was absorbed in enjoying the grip of the torch, the Villain said a few words.
“…Do you like this kind of thing?”
“Yes. So much. It feels so artistic.”
“I don’t understand…”
Now I completely understood.
Why people in my previous life said that if you’re going to be an employee anyway, do it at a big corporation, not a corner store.
‘Even knowing this is all bait, my heart is still racing like this!’
Lillian smiled brightly at the Villain.
“Your Highness, thank you so much!”
“…”
“I mean it. I’m so happy.”
At Tillard Manor, no one had ever bothered to check on Lillian’s room or anything like that.
“…Really?”
The Villain slowly nodded his head.
To Lillian’s eyes, he somehow looked strangely parched.
Was he dehydrated?
The workshop was dry, so that could be it.
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