The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 68
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68.
This was all a problem that started when I went to save that damn Nightfall.
‘Don’t you hate holding my leash?’
Didn’t I respond very exemplarily well to that question?
But I must have made some mistake back then.
Otherwise, the Villain wouldn’t be persistently attempting this confession torture like this.
“Think carefully, Lillian.”
“Your Highness, please pay attention to our list.”
Right now all the Five Great Families are coming, and the Princess is naturally coming too!
‘The Tillard Family is coming as well.’
If we exclude them from such an occasion, we’d be criticized for being petty.
And they desperately insisted on coming too.
‘They’ll definitely cause trouble, so I need to prepare everything in advance…’
Meanwhile, the Villain’s lecture about the leash continued.
“You can make me do anything, can’t you.”
“I have no complaints with the current level though?”
“No, there must be something, so use your head.”
Lillian felt somewhat, no, quite wronged.
‘What did I do wrong for this person to keep acting like this?’
Because while his voice and expression are gentle…
Those spider web patterns keep appearing.
It looks exactly like he’s luring me into a trap because I’m doing something that displeases Lillian.
‘Wow, even the color of that thing is getting darker.’
But if I say I can see that?
He’d probably say he’ll show me all his precious destructive desires that he’s been hiding.
Oh dear.
After tremendous self-defense, Lillian survived today as well.
The Villain put down his pen and glared at Lillian sitting beside him.
“Why are you so stubborn about such strange things…”
Look who’s talking.
‘Oh, someone I haven’t seen from the Boliver side is coming?’
Just then, ink got on his hand.
But before Lillian could wipe it off, larger hands wiped it with a handkerchief.
“Then Lillian. What kind of person do you like?”
“…Pardon?”
“Don’t you have a preferred type of person? I heard most humans have preferences.”
“Hmm…”
“So you must have some too.”
This might be something I can actually answer.
Lillian muttered somewhat awkwardly.
“Well, someone kind, and also…”
“Also?”
“Gentlemanly…”
Lillian suddenly found it too difficult and avoided the Villain’s gaze.
“Someone who approaches me first?”
Since I’ve always been the one clinging and struggling desperately.
“I think someone who approaches me first would be nice.”
“…”
“Still, I’ll responsibly return the leash to you.”
I never intended to use it anyway.
The moment I shook my head and picked up the next letter.
Lillian forgot all her previous thoughts and muttered to herself.
“…Who? Who’s coming?”
Creator God, Mountain Spirit of Perniers.
Why are you doing this? You could have just thrown me a silver coin.
Why are you giving me a letter with a golden wax seal?
The Villain also glanced down and muttered as if surprised.
“This person, was he alive?”
This is this man’s father.
He’s also the Emperor of the Perniers Empire.
“It’s fine. This person is just in a slightly bad state, but he doesn’t kill people.”
“No. That’s not the problem!”
This isn’t simply a matter of being surprised like ‘Huh? That slightly crazy person is appearing?’
In the original work, the Emperor only appears in relation to ‘heresy.’
Damn, this was a precursor to mass slaughter!
* * *
Once, when I met Princess Meliora, there was something I recalled.
‘The Kingdom of Tenebryn has exactly the same doctrine as Perniers, but-.’
The problem was the kingdoms across the strait.
I’m trying hard to recall the ‘original work’…
“Cult followers emerge from there, you know?”
“That’s something you’d know because you were a Tillard…”
“Yes. Anyway, they believe in the Creator God the same way, but their stance on ability users was different.”
“For example-.”
“Ability users should become perfect on their own, something like that.”
No matter what grade they receive, ability users must receive help from Controllers.
But those across the strait reject this.
‘They even forbid control artifacts and say you must endure.’
Yeah, good for you guys.
Upon hearing this, the Villain muttered.
“That means there could be human experimentation.”
“…Um, how did you…”
“To handle ‘ability sickness’ or rampage without control power, that would be the only way.”
He was right. That’s why they were eventually branded as heretics.
But originally, the time when they would be mentioned was much further away?
‘It was when Iris originally became a saint, so at least 3-4 years later.’
Back then, Kail led the holy knights and sub-male lead to punish these heretics.
Even after punishing them, they kept popping up like dandelions.
Later, during the ‘War of the Princes,’ they caused guerrilla-like chaos, becoming the main culprits who made the war last longer.
“…Haah.”
“Why?”
“Ahhh.”
“It’s not even Merigible.”
I see, those bastards were also a menace to my simple and precious peaceful life!
‘I didn’t think about them because I thought they’d appear years later.’
But the Emperor, who’s only interested in ‘heresy,’ moved?
‘Something fishy is going to happen at this engagement ceremony.’
Pests must be exterminated before they lay eggs.
* * *
The White Palace Facing the Beautiful Sea.
It was a beautiful annex overlooking the most expansive ocean view from the strait across the Empire.
However, unlike the scenery with its elegant arched doors, the floor was drenched in blood.
It was the work of the red-haired man who had received the report.
The one kneeling before him was trembling violently.
“The bride is having an engagement ceremony.”
“….”
“This is very troublesome. Very….”
Huu. The red-haired man blinked his golden eyes hazily.
“I’ll have to move up the plan sooner than expected.”
Since I need to get back what the plunderer Tarandia took into my grasp.
The man smiled coldly at the figure trembling before him.
“Then you’ll lead this operation, Karkin.”
“…!”
“You also have quite a deep connection with the bride.”
“That…! Uh…!”
Karkin, his face badly injured, raised his head.
“Yes, yes! I will definitely succeed in infiltrating!”
* * *
The day of the engagement ceremony dawned.
The Crown Prince’s castle had never once been opened to the public since he had lived there.
But for this special day, the grand banquet hall and part of the reception garden were opened.
Lillian thought.
No matter how you look at it, this has far transcended the concept of an engagement ceremony. It’s become a festival.
Until dawn, blood-curdling shouts could be heard from all directions.
“Polish it! Make it so shiny that the light reflection sparkles!”
“Ahhh! Who didn’t put the peonies in water! Do you want to die!?”
“Honey wine coming through, everyone clear the way!”
Shouts very similar to ones she had heard before reached her ears.
Marguerite was busier than anyone else beside her, helping with Lillian’s preparations.
Lillian, receiving such luxury for the first time, felt uncomfortable about the trouble it caused.
“You’ve worked hard looking after me since dawn. I didn’t know it would require this much effort.”
“Oh, no.”
Marguerite blushed and lowered her eyes.
“You know, I’m sincere about Miss’s face, ahem.”
“I see….”
If Lillian’s face was becoming even slightly more blessed.
Lillian gazed quietly at her reflection in the mirror.
The dress made of light sky-blue organza fluttered gracefully with even the slightest movement.
After putting on the mercifully lightened tiara and accessories, she truly felt restless.
‘It’s really different from the first time.’
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