The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 120

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Chapter 120
“You must stay alive until my daughter returns.”
He spoke.
“Until the day she forgives you…… you will regret this.”
“Ugh…… if only that woman hadn’t interfered with my work…… cough!”
“You’ll regret it, but you can’t undo it. Every cell, every nerve melting and transforming moment by moment—you’ll feel it all, and still remain alive.”
Cherti Bellion bent at the waist and seized Galio by the collar, lifting him.
“That’s what I’ll make sure of.”
At Cherti Bellion’s measured voice, Galio’s eyes bulged and his body went rigid.
“Until the day this child opens her eyes and says she forgives you. And it will continue.”
Cherti threw Galio to the ground as he had thrown Rozelin.
Then he slowly gathered Rozelin’s body into his arms, her Ritual complete.
Devon Bellion, arriving late to witness the sight, clicked his tongue and shook his head.
‘Wondering who his daughter takes after more—her father or her grandfather.’
That serene smile before an enemy that needed killing—it was exactly like his daughter’s.
“Master.”
While Cherti Bellion still burned with fury, a solemn voice spoke from beside him.
Devon Bellion finally tore his gaze from his son.
He turned, and there stood Din, the butler, his expression oddly darkened.
“……Din, what is it?”
At Devon Bellion’s heavy inquiry, the butler bowed slightly.
“The young mistress left a letter, instructing me to deliver it to you should anything befall her.”
Devon Bellion accepted the letter from the butler, smiled grimly, and nodded.
“Din.”
“Yes.”
Devon drew out a cigar, placed it between his teeth, and nodded.
Clink—.
“Take that bastard downstairs. I’ll handle him myself. He dared lay hands on my daughter, and this time on my granddaughter too……”
Devon clenched his teeth hard around the cigar.
With proper composure, the butler leaned forward and lit the cigar for Devon, then straightened, shaking out the match.
“Yes, Master.”
“Feel free to break a leg or two. I’ll be the one crushing that bastard’s bones.”
“Yes, thank you.”
The elderly butler, well acquainted with Devon’s monstrous strength, smiled kindly and approached Galio with long strides. He placed his spotless black shoe above the fallen man’s knee and pressed down with force.
Crack—!
“Gugh—ahhhhh!!”
The Imperial Guard Commander’s shriek echoed through the manor as if to tear it from its foundations.
“You…… monsters……”
“Congratulations on poking the monsters’ nest,” the butler whispered softly and respectfully, grasping him by the collar and lifting him with effortless ease before vanishing into the manor.

Arma watched the spectacle for a long moment, his fists clenched, then melted into the darkness without a sound.
“……A letter, then.”
Devon stood alone in the garden for a while, staring down at the letter, then let out a short breath and turned away.
The envelope remained sealed, his fingers hesitant upon it.
Not long after silence settled over the Garden, a figure emerged from the shadows.
“It was clever thinking to plan that far ahead…… but why would you imagine there’s no price for crossing dimensions?”
The man, Garren Wilbred, let out a short sigh, his hands buried casually in his coat pockets.
“I can’t ignore such bold promises, and it’s quite troublesome.”
His forehead bulged and swelled, and then, slowly, horns began to protrude.
From his back sprouted great black bat-like wings, spreading wide enough to enfold several men.
Below his waist, a long black tail swayed gently.
“My wife will scold me again.”
The massive wings moved slowly, then with a sound like thunder—Boom—he beat them harshly once.
Where the wind swept through, nothing remained.
* * *
The world was dark.
Her entire body grew cold. Though her limbs trembled, there was nothing Rozelin could do.
She could only curl herself in the cold.
But before long, the darkness began to feel like it was gently enfolding her.
As if the darkness itself had become a blanket.
Rozelin lay with her eyes shut for a long time, drifting blankly through some undefined space.
“The attempt was noble enough, but reckless. Humans do not overturn Divine Arrangement by force.”
Rozelin’s face twisted in displeasure.
‘What is this……?’
From somewhere, an irritating voice seemed to drone and echo.
That she should hear this man’s voice even in dreams after death struck her as the height of absurdity.
“For what it’s worth, this is the Unconscious, so I hear all your thoughts as well.”
She heard a low chuckle, but the sound resembled Garren’s voice so closely that she couldn’t make out what he was saying.
“This help is a one-time affair, understand. Since you said you’d become…….”
He laughed.
“……my daughter, well. No parent turns a blind eye to their child’s peril.”
She wanted to scream at him to stop spouting nonsense, but her voice wouldn’t come.
“That little one hid part of her power, which is why you’ve made it through the Dimensional Rift intact thus far.”
Then it happened.
A vast shadow fell across her head.

The demon bearing great wings glanced up at the massive shadow looming above his head and smiled.
“I cannot leave precious things unattended.”

“If you don’t know, then that settles it. And remember this—if you meet me again in the future…….”

“Don’t address me so casually.”
Crash—!
Everything flashed brilliant white, and countless things shaped like lightning bolts plunged down upon the shadow suspended above.
The shadow that had addressed him out of mere curiosity shrieked and vanished.
“Of course, you won’t be able to meet me again now anyway.”
From the utter darkness, what held Rozelin in its embrace reached out a hand.
Something that had been shadow began to gather sluggishly into the man’s palm.
Then, slowly condensing, it became a single orb.
He pressed it into Rozelin’s hand and traced the empty air slowly with his sharp, elongated nails.
Darkness split open, gaping wide.
“The passage fee will be sufficient in that form. Keep your promise, Rozelin.”
He pushed her into the gaping darkness.
Wrapped in a thin veil of shadow, Rozelin drifted gently until she seemed to sink into the opened darkness and vanish.
Rozelin drifted for a long while.
Simply drifted.
It was like sleeping, yet also like floating.
“……z!”
How long had it been?
She furrowed her brow at the noise and twisted her body.
“Hey, Rose! Wake up!”
Startled, she bolted upright.
Thud!
Her forehead crashed hard against something right in front of her face, and she opened her eyes wide, clutching her brow and groaning.
“How long were you going to sleep? Your mouth was hanging open—I thought you were dead. Come on, get up! We’ve got to go begging for the group!”
Rozelin blinked dazedly and pointed at herself with one finger.
“……Begging? Me?”
“Of course you! Who else? Hurry up!”
Rozelin was dragged away forcibly by the young girl, who had seized her by the collar.
‘……What in the world is this?’
Rozelin Bellion, seventeen years old.
The sole daughter of House Bellion, the Empire’s only duchess.
A genius who toppled Marlux, and the current Crown Prince’s betrothed.
Brought back from the dead to find herself a beggar—a tale that dissolves all certainty.
‘……I’m ruined.’
Rozelin thought blankly as she was hauled along by the diminutive beggar girl with surprising strength.
She recalled Garren Wilbred.
Though she hated to admit it, no matter how she looked at it, her only refuge seemed to be his daughter.

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