The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 92

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92.

So that’s why those words didn’t come out…

‘That damn saint selection.’

No matter how many achievements you made, or what other great abilities you had.

Even if you saved many people.

In the end, what mattered most in Perniers was rank.

If your rank was high, you could be forgiven for many things.

The pinnacle of that was precisely that ‘saint’ position.

The range of what could be forgiven was endless.

Lillian almost felt disgusted for a moment but barely managed her expression.

Too many people were watching right now.

“Couldn’t only S-rank become a saint? That’s how it originally was!”

“That’s true, but-“

“Hey! At times like this, we should change the rules…!”

“Right, we should change them!”

Lillian still covered one cheek with her hand and cast her eyes downward.

“I’m so sorry, High Priest. I never thought such a commotion would happen because of me.”

“Not at all, Miss Lillian! We received such great grace from Silverin.”

The High Priest’s wrinkled face was bright as if lit up.

“This old man is truly grateful to witness such a miracle in his lifetime…! It’s an honor, so please come forward with me.”

“But today is a day for you, High Priest-“

“Miss Lillian herself is a blessing and grace. Please, this way.”

He meant for her to join him on the path into the Imperial Palace.

Even the imperial family wouldn’t stand at the front of the procession with the High Priest.

‘…Since the choice has already been made.’

Can’t avoid it?

Then instead of resisting further, she should enjoy it to the fullest.

Lillian acted as embarrassed as possible while taking her place in the priests’ procession.

* * *

Inside the Imperial Palace was truly a festival atmosphere.

Festival, good. Lillian didn’t dislike festivals either.

But when she became the center of a festival atmosphere, it was quite overwhelming.

‘Earlier they were at least being cautious because of the Empress.’

Princess Meliora’s welcome banquet and the shop opening were honestly overwhelming too.

However, now it was incomparable to those times. It truly felt like her eardrums would burst.

“Miss Lillian! I greeted you earlier…!”

“Please visit our salon sometime!”

“Footprints! Please leave just one more footprint! In our garden…!”

What good would footprints in the garden do?

Only after repeatedly saying excuse me could she barely escape.

Lillian looked back toward where House Baltazar and the Shadows were.

Everyone truly had expressions of surprise, at a loss for words.

If there were cameras in this world, she would have taken pictures – what a shame. There are image stones but no cameras yet.

“My child-!”

“Ah, Miss…!”

“…How did this.”

It would be fun and good if the family and household all had embarrassing moments together.

Lillian deliberately wanted to think of it as funny.

It was a bit strange to say, but thinking that way seemed like the only way not to cry.

Actually, until this day came.

The Count and the Shadows kept dropping hints.

That she didn’t need to come here. To just pretend to be sick for a few days.

Asking if she suddenly felt like getting food poisoning…

‘How does one suddenly feel like that, really.’

She had long since noticed why they did that.

Even knowing it was right not to speak to maintain secrecy, seeing these expressions…

Her throat felt a bit tight.

“Um, I really thought I was B-rank.”

Maybe a bit more than I thought?

But perhaps she was misunderstood, as the surroundings became more flustered.

“Miss, don’t cry!”

“Well now, that could happen. A person could look at infinity and think it’s B!”

“It’s a good day. We should hold a celebration feast right away when we return to the castle.”

Lillian couldn’t say anything more and just fidgeted with her dress hem.

I hate to admit it, but I’m also a Tillard at times like this.

She was quite good at hypocritical acting to survive.

But in situations like this, somehow no more words came to mind…

So she was very grateful when the villain approached. It was perfect for forgetting the unnecessary heat in her eyes.

Lillian covered his ear with her hand and whispered.

“Come to think of it, Ren.”

“Mm?”

“What did you talk about with His Majesty the Emperor…?”

To be summoned twice to the Imperial Palace, which was supposedly difficult to be called to even once.

‘Could it be!’

Perhaps the story of the crown prince position, receiving direct recognition from the Emperor himself?

‘He’s been living as if he barely knows he has children and a wife…!’

Perhaps if he heard about the recent activities, he might make a decision.

How wonderful that would be!

However, contrary to Lillian’s expectations, the villain just stared expressionlessly.

“…”

“Ren?”

“…”

“Ren, what’s wrong?”

“Do you like older men?”

“Huh?”

“They have the same face except for eye color anyway, so why are you looking for your fiancé’s father instead of your fiancé on a day like this.”

What is this.

The villain shook his head as if he had reached enlightenment.

I don’t know what he mistook my speechlessness from bewilderment for.

“Hah, truly a frightening person.”

“Wh-what frightening-“

“Don’t average people prefer the younger option, young lady?”

“I apologize, I was just worrying unnecessarily, Your Highness.”

Lillian’s eyelids drooped halfway, and a wistful smile rose familiarly.

In a land without rabies, a human got called a mad dog.

I’m stupid for forgetting that.

‘By the way…’

Lillian glanced sideways at a corner of the hall that was packed to bursting with people.

Iris and the other former blood relatives had expressions of dismay.

As if they had fallen into their own trap.

‘Whatever.’

Lillian didn’t even give him a triumphant smile.

* * *

Evren silently brushed the area hidden by his collar.

The ‘mark’ pattern hadn’t even appeared, yet it felt as if heat was rising.

‘I wondered why he was calling me for no reason.’

He had spoken with the Emperor exactly twice in his entire life.

When he was three years old, ‘So you’re that Evren’ – that was it.

And last time when he talked with Lillian.

So this time, he thought maybe the day to finally die had come.

‘…Now that I see again, I understand.’

Well, he hadn’t particularly expected such words anyway.

‘Only you among the two have been marked.’

Evren silently looked at his biological father.

Hmm. Should he just use his ability?

It was quite tempting, but Lillian probably wouldn’t like it very much…

Since she was a woman with a soft heart that broke easily…

While Evren was arbitrarily pondering for a moment.

‘You haven’t won Lillian’s heart at all, that child’s.’

‘…’

‘No different from last time.’

The Emperor frowned with eyes that could no longer see anything.

‘We have no more chances, Evren.’

‘Normal humans would need a preface if they wanted to explain something. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Your Majesty.’

‘Lillian must also be marked to you.’

‘…’

‘Otherwise it won’t end.’

It wasn’t that Evren didn’t want to ask what exactly would end.

But the Emperor disappeared from that spot.

Literally in the blink of an eye.

* * *

Other matters hurt to say twice, but good news feels good even when said twice.

In front of the ‘Mariposa’ shop, the street was overflowing with heads of people, more than all the castle’s personnel could handle.

“Lady Lillian! Please, just one earring type…!”

“Infinite Wings…!”

“Here, this! No wait, give me everything from here to there!”

“Don’t be so petty! Do you know how many hours I’ve been waiting!”

It wasn’t like the previous life where you could know news with one finger, but news sure travels fast.

Thus, before noon had even passed, everything on the display had completely disappeared.

‘Wow, closing due to being sold out.’

It was something that had never happened once in her self-employed life.

‘Then now, it’s time to go to the Central Temple.’

The temple’s ‘Infinite’… what? Anyway, she had played along appropriately with that name.

‘Can’t ruin the party atmosphere.’

But she needed to hear the exact story directly, didn’t she?

Besides that…

‘Take care, my bride.’

About that damn brat too.

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