The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 191

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Part 2, Episode 61
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“Bashin! I hate it here. Let’s go to another world, come on!”
“…Look, how long have you even been here?”
“I don’t know. This place is… so bleak and boring.”
“You’re the problem.”
“And look at that.”
Someone whose face was obscured in shadow spoke flatly and pointed at something.
Everyone’s face was shrouded in shadow.
I could tell they were standing upright like people, but…
Hmm.
Yes. All I could really make out was that they were people.
‘Is that voice Garren Wilbred speaking?’
Though he didn’t usually talk in such an archaic way…
“Everyone’s making strange faces at you two. It’s unpleasant.”
“You said yourself their appearance is different, so what can we do?”
“I don’t care. Right, Ereb?”
“Mm-hmm. You’re absolutely right.”
Something small with jet-black hair hung limply from the person’s shoulders, speaking in a blunt voice.
“Ha-ha-ha! Hey, I’m telling you that’s how it is! Bashin, open the door already. The master’s leaving.”
“You lot…”
“Anyway, I hate this place. Living with you all is too barren, too dreary. And I don’t like those stares either. Right, Ereb?”
“Mm-hmm. Salom’s right. You’re the bad one, Bashin.”
When the other voice sought agreement, a cold, dry voice immediately nodded in assent.
“…I’m losing it.”
Garren Wilbred seemed to be displaying raw emotion in a way that was uncharacteristic of him.
A pitch-black void opened up.
I watched as the shadowed figures all vanished into it.
And the next moment, I felt myself tumbling down into somewhere as well.
“Gasp…”
Gasping heavily from the sensation of falling, I rubbed my face.
“What… what was that?”
A strange dream.
A bizarre dream where everyone’s faces were blacked out.
And the dream landscape really did match what they’d said about being bleak and dreary—everything around was desolate.
“What kind of dream was that?”
A dream featuring Garren Wilbred, no less. Could I be having stranger nightmares than this?
I rubbed my cheeks with my cold hand.
Ever since meeting that Amon, I’d been having these dreams repeatedly—it must have traumatized me.
It had already been over a week.
Fortunately, the people of the Bellion Ducal Estate didn’t remember what happened that day. Well, except for Rozelin.
Rozelin remembered.
So I suggested we keep it just between us, and she seemed delighted, as though we’d become partners in sharing a secret.
‘Could my taste have always been for someone like me?’
It was enough to make me think such strange thoughts.
‘My memory that day is fragmented, which is odd…’
It felt like someone had called my name and comforted me.
‘It sounded like Arma’s voice… or maybe not?’
Though thinking about it, the voice seemed a bit rougher than Arma’s.
Scratch, scratch.
I heard something scratching at the door from outside.
I rubbed my cheek with the back of my hand, then got up and opened the door.
Wolf poked his head in slightly and blinked, as if asking for permission to enter.
His expression was rather endearing, so I nodded and told him to come in, whereupon Wolf pushed his head in a bit further and padded inside.
“What about Amon?”
Right.
When I’d confronted Amon, for some reason I’d felt I could kill her—I’d drawn my blade. But everything after that had gone blank.
“I’ll need to deal with her.”
Both the Bynac Cult and Maklucsa are in her hands, after all.
If I could just drive Amon out of this world line, I didn’t think any further problems would arise.
The petty squabbles that flared up so often would dwindle away soon enough.
‘The Bellion Ducal Estate has truly changed.’
It’s different from when I was young.
Unlike me, the Rozelin here laughs freely, pouts when she wishes, and speaks her mind without hesitation. Just a few days ago, she’d come to report back on attending an afternoon gathering by herself.
She’s different from me.
A few words, a touch of interference, a handful of observations—they’d shifted the very atmosphere of the household.
Grandfather would now catch himself mid-reprimand, pressing his lips shut. He couldn’t say he was worried, but he’d found a way to circle around it with talk of being “concerned.”
Lily Bellion made her own efforts to adapt, tending to Rozelin with meticulous care in every detail, as though replacing the sister-in-law who’d died long ago.
Yes. Without question, Rozelin was loved.
‘I’ve accomplished half of what I came here to do.’
At least now there was no risk of her dying so pathetically.
Perhaps that’s why I sensed this journey might not take as long as I’d feared.
‘The unexpected problem is Amon.’
No—truth be told, that’s the biggest issue right now.
‘And… the Emperor is troubling me too.’
No matter how I think about it, his response is far too muted for someone like him.
How could it be that as the nation slips into chaos and crime boils over, no one moves a finger?
What’s more, the Cult’s voice grows louder with each passing day, feeding on that rising tide of unease, terror, and threat.
Irbon seems to be stirring into action as well, but such is the nature of religion—fail to claim the ground first, and the latecomer finds themselves at a steep disadvantage.
The Temple had held dominion once, but the Cult, arriving later, had secured far more believers.
‘Irbon will handle his own affairs.’
Besides, unlike the Bynac Cult, he was truly a Chosen One of the divine—one beloved by the heavens themselves.
All that was needed was time until he restored the Temple to its rightful place.
“Far more trustworthy than those colluding frauds who stage healing miracles.”
When I’d uncovered what lay behind the Bynac Cult, I could hardly believe what I was reading.
I’d been puzzled before about why they accosted passersby in the street, asking if their legs hurt; but reading the report, it all became clear.
They were hiring people in advance to stage fake healings.
‘I must have confused it with a different beggar back then.’
I had no way of knowing there’d be a beggar with a tin can in the Central Square.
“I need to go see that damnable father of mine.”
I’d have to ask him about how to handle Amon.
Once Rozelin closed the door, she carelessly stripped off her clothes and threw on something else.
“Kyiii-wwoong!!”
Wolf yelped in alarm, covered his eyes with his front paws, and buried his face in the corner.
‘Sometimes I wonder if she’s really human at all.’
I regarded him with a subtle expression before leaving the room.
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Garren Wilbred was always the first to appear at breakfast time.
Since I had to reach him before Selena to have a private conversation, I hurried a little.
“Good morning, Miss. Did you have pleasant dreams?”
As I approached, the Servant who’d been stationed at the entrance greeted me with a broad smile.
“Yeah. You too?”
“Yes, I had a good dream today. I’m glad you had pleasant dreams as well, Miss.”
“Yeah.”
I gave a light nod.
“Enjoy your meal.”
“You too.”
I answered curtly and stepped through the open Dining Hall door. Wolf, who’d been reading the air, quietly slipped in after me. Knowing his fur would shed, he remained lying down almost motionless in the Dining Hall.
“You’re early today.”
“Well… never mind. That damnable father always arrives early anyway.”
“Sleep holds little meaning for me. It’s only worthwhile when she lies beside me.”
“You don’t sleep with Selena?”
Garren Wilbred glanced sidelong at me and shrugged.
“She couldn’t sleep last night. She seems unable to rest properly when I’m nearby, so I gave her space.”
“Did something happen? Did you quarrel?”
“No, I simply gave her something to think about. And it seems she has much on her mind as well.”
“Hmm…”
I nodded without pressing further.
Though I was curious, I’d learned it wasn’t wise to pry and poke at things people chose not to share.
“Unusual that you’re not asking.”
“Yeah, well… do I have to?”
I answered casually, sliding back my chair, when Garren Wilbred gave a soft laugh and simply lifted me into his arms, setting me down on a cushioned seat.
“Well, it’s not as if you need to know everything about someone just because you’re close to them.”
“Look at you, saying something thoughtful.”
He spoke to me as though I were a child, so I shot him a sidelong glance before scratching my cheek.
“There are some things I want to ask you. Is it okay if I do?”
There was something I needed to ask him.

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