The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 47
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47.
Chapter 13. Snow and Rabbit
Evren sneered mercilessly.
Thinking of Lillian lying sick made his blood pressure rise, something he’d never cared about before.
“I suppose Baltazar blood does flow through me too. To openly deceive my own flesh and blood like this.”
“….”
“So tell me, Duke, why did you take away your grandson’s lifeline to torment him? Hmm?”
“How is that child’s condition.”
“Do you really need to know?”
Evren was openly displeased.
The Duke was affected by the ‘nightmare’?
He wasn’t particularly interested. Now that he was fine, that was enough.
“What nonsense did you tell Lillian.”
“Sigh… old stories.”
“So what old stories exactly.”
His manner of speaking gradually became more thuggish.
“About the rabbit.”
“…Haa.”
Evren swept his bangs upward.
Of all things, a story he had no intention of revealing…
It wouldn’t have mattered if he told it, but thinking that Lillian had heard it made him feel unpleasantly irritated…
When holding hands in the future.
The emotions flowing from there might be disgust or something like that.
But the Duke interrupted.
“Her reaction was calm.”
I’d rather have a meal with the Emperor than trust this blood relative.
“She told me that death isn’t something others can decide arbitrarily.”
“….”
“That even as family, I couldn’t decide the deaths of Your Highness and the other children.”
“That’s quite different from what I heard, how interesting.”
“…Do you resent me?”
“Duke, I have no interest in you.”
“….”
“I was born this way originally, so there’s nothing to resent.”
Evren was sincere.
Duke Baltazar wasn’t the only one who had said such things.
The Duke’s daughter had too.
‘I tried so hard. Why were you born like this?’
The question ‘Why were you born like that?’ was the same as saying ‘Please, when will you finally die?’
There was no pain.
But those laments were irritating like foreign objects near his eardrums.
However.
‘Lillian Tillard, why is your heart so weak.’
No, rather than weak, she was trembling.
Evren thought soft and squishy things had poor utility.
How did someone like him end up imprinting on such a completely opposite human?
‘…I should go to her side.’
He was already anxious about being apart, but the anxiety had grown worse.
He had vented his anger to some extent.
“Now just attend the meetings on your own.”
With those final words, he left without even looking back.
* * *
This is strange. I don’t think I overdid it.
Lillian thought hazily.
As a former self-employed person who used to buy materials at dawn and work at home, this level wasn’t even ‘overdoing it.’
‘The nursing care is so attentive it’s making my back itch.’
For example, while she was lying on the sofa resting, it seemed like a customer had suddenly visited the workshop.
Marguerite rushed over to prevent Lillian from getting up at all costs.
“Miss, please stay lying down! If you need anything, call for me!”
“But my legs aren’t injured.”
“Miss, you are currently…!”
“Ah, I understand.”
If she heard another embarrassing phrase like ’emotional shock,’ she’d get goosebumps.
She had no choice but to eat her meals in bed.
Elias and the other shadows also felt sorry for arriving late at the Count’s hideout.
“Miss, we’re sorry. We never thought you would have to experience such a thing.”
“No, I was originally at the castle anyway.”
There was nothing wrong with our plan.
We just didn’t know the ‘nightmare’ would amplify at that exact moment, causing the Duke to act so extremely.
‘They said the Duke is also recovering in this castle.’
‘Even if it meant dying together.’
Suddenly Lillian became curious.
Sir Elias. Sir Jeanne. Marguerite.
And would the other shadows have survived the war in the original story?
Since they were enemies of the female and male leads, surely they all…
“….”
She had such useless thoughts.
Wasn’t she working so hard to prevent it from happening this time?
‘Worry isn’t something you should buy unnecessarily.’
Not buying it, not buying.
* * *
The villain only came to visit after some time had passed.
She thought he would come as soon as he woke up to discuss various future matters.
But even after entering, he remained silent for a long time.
He stayed lost in thought for a while before finally asking.
“Are you feeling somewhat better now?”
“Yes.”
“….”
Was he telling her to report on future matters on her own?
She wanted to ask if Duke Baltazar was alright, but it didn’t seem like the right time.
“Your Highness, this.”
Lillian showed him the blue spider she had transferred to a glass bottle.
Marguerite had put it in the bottle herself while crying.
Was Marguerite also afraid of spiders…
“This is evidence that the Somnisga used ‘nightmare.'”
“….”
“I can prove this is connected to that Count. There are traces of the ability.”
Abilities also leave something like fingerprints.
“The Pavil family will try to cut off Somnis as a tail. Since they’re not even an official vassal house.”
They could say they only did it to curry favor with the Second Empress.
From the Empress’s perspective, there was plenty of room to make excuses and claim innocence.
However.
“To materialize it as a spider like this, I need a small amount of poison from the Pavil Family.”
He quietly placed the glass bottle on the nightstand.
Silence fell.
Lillian found this silence quite burdensome.
Because while Tarandia might lack a heart, he certainly wasn’t lacking a mouth.
And he was the first to speak.
“So you heard everything after all.”
“Pardon?”
“About the rabbit story.”
“Ah.”
Lillian recalled what the Count had said.
‘When she was five years old, right before his daughter’s eyes, he made the rabbit she treasured disappear.’
‘The prince was smiling then, but my daughter fainted.’
Lillian hesitated for a moment.
Should she pretend not to remember?
Could she say she didn’t remember due to aftereffects from her claustrophobia?
‘This seems like the villain’s weak spot…’
She was conflicted for a moment.
Was this a landmine, or something she could just acknowledge and move past?
But wounds only stop hurting when you can pretend not to know about them.
Once you see them, you keep remembering that festering, scarred thing.
Lillian would probably think of this story every time she faced this man from now on.
So she answered honestly.
“Yes, I heard.”
“…Oh dear. How embarrassing.”
The villain paused to choose his words again.
“Ollor from the Ministry of Finance, Chelsi from the Executive Branch, Elwood from the Judiciary…”
She hadn’t expected the names of key officials to roll off his tongue so easily.
“You know the names of the Empire’s ministers well?”
“Of course.”
Wow, he’ll make a great ruler.
Now he just needs to fight with his younger brother, the original male lead.
While maintaining both legitimacy and ethics, creating a beautiful peace without war…
“If I eliminate just these people today, the Empire’s core will be completely paralyzed.”
“…”
“Among the Five Great Families, I’ll need to bring down Pavil, Tillard, and Boliver, but now that I have you, I’m confident I can annihilate them.”
“…”
“Ah, but since you’re sick, I suppose we’ll have to postpone it for at least a month.”
No, that’s not it.
He was asking me to write a Death Note with him right now.
Or maybe he meant for me to stay sick forever…?
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