The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 4

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4.

Romance novel villains and ‘past life’ capitalist humans have something in common.

They absolutely love human utility.

‘Keep them alive if they’re useful, discard them when they’re not.’

After all, didn’t the Creator God say in ancient times?

‘Heartless Tarandia, gullible Baltazar, greedy Pavil, rampaging Bolivar.

And the hypocritical Tillard who flutters between them like a butterfly…’

The five families blessed by God’s love are…

Oh, by the way, that really is love.

Because he loves them, he criticizes his children right from the first page of scripture.

Anyway, the five families have had very strong temperaments for generations…

Very strong indeed.

The Tarandia imperial family already has no heart, so you can’t expect blood and tears from them.

…That’s why I’m being dragged along like a canary in a coal mine by a villain right now.

“Don’t be too scared, Lady Tillard.”

The villain smiled with beautiful, cheerful eyes.

“We’re going to the same destination anyway, so we’re just traveling together. I’m not bothering you, am I?”

“Hohoho, of course not, Your Highness. I’m so delighted to be traveling together like this.”

“I feel the same way, so that’s wonderful, my lady. Let’s use this opportunity to become friends.”

Noble life was no different from a self-employed person’s highly developed social life.

The fact that one wrong move could mean death was exactly the same too.

‘I’m alive for now, but if I can’t prove my usefulness appropriately, I might die.’

But you can’t bet your life on a madman.

So Lillian subtly glanced sideways at the knights in black uniforms escorting him.

‘Shadow’.

A special task force belonging to the Baltazar Family, the First Prince’s maternal relatives.

They were a group of ability users who only followed the First Prince’s orders.

The First Empress loved the Emperor very much.

But here too, the Tillards played their part.

They allied with the Pavil Family and diligently slandered the First Empress…

‘The First Empress died of heartbreak.’

The First Prince, this villain, naturally became disadvantaged in the power struggle.

‘It’s natural that he hates me, a Tillard.’

But?

As the Creator God said, ‘Baltazar of the Earth’ was famous for being gullible.

‘To put it nicely, it means they’re soft-hearted toward others.’

So I should be able to gain some trust.

Also, what’s an essential virtue for both noble ladies and self-employed people?

Watching carefully and seizing opportunities for survival.

Around evening time, the first such opportunity rolled in.

A Shadow preparing the camping tent got annoyed.

“Ah-!”

“What’s wrong?”

“Damn, my artifact broke.”

A female Shadow with black eyes and dark blue hair tied up high grumbled as she removed her ring.

“Damn it. That monster must have scratched it.”

Lillian’s eyes lit up.

‘That’s Jeanne Baltazar.’

A branch member of the Baltazar ducal family, and a famous skilled fighter in this group, wasn’t she?

Lillian gathered her courage and approached. Let’s not forget, crisis is opportunity.

“If it’s alright, may I take a look?”

As soon as Lillian finished speaking, the ‘Shadows’ looked at Lillian menacingly.

Shing, shing.

Some even drew and sheathed their swords repeatedly. As if threatening her.

For reference, Lillian was very pleased.

‘Ah! Everyone looks so reliable.’

Actually, mercenaries were hard to trust in terms of character and skill.

But like this!

Getting free escort from skilled knights with guaranteed abilities all the way to the Border?

This was too good a deal. It was worth trying to ease their wariness appropriately.

Lillian took out a magic torch and a bottle containing resin from her bag.

The moment she pulled out the torch that could reach 1,400 degrees instantly without charging material, the Shadows flinched.

“Do normal noble ladies usually have things like that in their bags?”

“She’s from a sacred family though.”

“Still, she’s a Tillard.”

Yes, that Tillard. The pinnacle of control artifact technology, wasn’t it.

And ironically, Lillian was a direct descendant of that family.

No matter how varied the ‘Shadows’ were, they couldn’t ignore the words of a daughter from the high-class trash family mentioned from the first page of scripture.

Lillian eventually managed to get the ring from the reluctant Shadow.

“You use a ring-type artifact?”

“Ah… yes, well.”

“There’s a crack, but fortunately the internal circuit is intact.”

The circuit is broken? Then that would cost money.

It’s serious enough to cause ability backlash and get you hurt.

But this much was manageable.

Lillian’s hands began moving busily.

‘First, wrap it with resin.’

A transparent adhesive to prevent the accessory parts from falling off.

‘Then heat it slightly with the torch to harden it.’

This level of first aid was the maximum she could do right now.

“This is all I can do here. You can get it properly repaired later in the city.”

“Huh… ahem, thank you.”

“Not at all.”

Lillian smiled wistfully.

“This is about all I can do anyway…”

This much should earn me a share of dinner, I believe. Then, a languid low voice came from behind Lillian.

“Hmm, so you had this kind of talent?”

There it was. This villain’s signature passive-aggressive questioning.

The incomparably beautiful man tilted his head and smiled.

“Wasn’t it your sister Iris who runs the artifact business?”

“That’s right. I only have a few small skills.”

Lillian smiled wistfully while lowering her eyebrows.

Until reaching the Border, this was Lillian’s concept.

Seemingly useful, yet not useful, yet useful me.

Too useful and I’d be exploited, not useful enough and I might die.

“Haha, that’s still impressive though. Instead of running away, why don’t you just come to me?”

“Oh my, Your Highness. Why are you saying that? Even if it’s just empty words, my heart is fluttering too much.”

Do you think I’d fall for that?

Romance novel male leads are absolutely ruthless to women other than the ‘female lead’.

Especially this man hates people who are presumptuous and greedy above all else.

‘If I suggest we team up because we hate the same people, she’d immediately get suspicious and try to kill me.’

Just be patient a little longer.

There’s still plenty of sleeping pills left in this bag!

* * *

Late at night, at the campsite with all the fires extinguished.

“Hmm. Hm.”

Evren was humming quietly to himself.

At his feet lay the remnants of an assassin’s clothing that had disappeared due to his ability.

Just then, his closest aide and black-haired swordsman, Elias Baltazar, emerged from the darkness.

“…Your Highness, are you alright?”

“I was just having a good time with the guest the Empress sent.”

Isn’t it a bit much to monopolize the control stones like that?

“Your Highness. Do you truly trust Lillian Tillard?”

“Well, so what. She says she knows about control stone veins.”

“But-.”

“What’s the harm in watching her for a few days.”

If she’s lying, I’ll just give her time to sort out her life on her own.

Speaking of which.

“Do fiancées usually go this far when their betrothed is fooling around with another woman?”

Evren had been born without human emotions.

He knew how to smile prettily with his eyes, but, well.

He couldn’t really tell the difference between people and objects.

Therefore, when he needed to understand human psychology, he relied on his aide Elias.

“…Isn’t she famous for having loved her fiancé for 10 years?”

“So?”

“If such a person’s partner has a scandal with her cousin, there’s a good chance she could go completely insane.”

Evren smiled while squinting his eyes.

As expected, he didn’t really understand.

“But… you had the controllers moved to the rear this time, right?”

“Yes. I secured distance so you wouldn’t be uncomfortable.”

“…”

“Your Highness-?”

“Hmm… it’s nothing.”

Evren shook his head briefly.

The ‘ability of annihilation’ was the most destructive among all abilities.

But since earlier, that instinct had been whispering.

…There’s a good scent.

There’s a controller I like.

I want to touch. I want to possess.

I want to destroy.

It seems like I hear this voice every time I see Lillian Tillard.

It doesn’t make sense though.

‘Should I test her a little?’

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