The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 84

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Chapter 84
“If someone who was immune to every poison in the world died from poison… why would that be?”
“……Because their body gave up trying to detoxify it, I suppose.”
At the time, she’d wondered briefly who that remark was about, but now the pieces of the puzzle fit perfectly into place.
“I left home thinking Father hated me… and not long after, I heard he’d passed away.”
Even knowing that, she’d never once visited his grave.
It was immaturity, childish stubbornness.
Since he’d never shown her any regard in life, Rozelin wouldn’t grant him her presence even after death.
Thinking of how much Lady Carmilla must have raged during those years made her laugh bitterly at nothing.
If she’d only shown a little interest and tried to talk to him, things would never have come to this.
“I must be the one who killed him.”
“……Rozelin.”
“When I look at Father, when I see this world where everything works out and everyone is happy… I just think about it.”
If only she had been a little braver, a little more mature.
“I wish I hadn’t just turned away.”
Rozelin spoke while meeting Cherti’s gaze directly.
Cherti didn’t avoid her eyes—he looked straight back at her, then slowly closed and opened his eyes.
“I wish I’d realized that reaching out first wasn’t shameful or a blow to my pride. I should have at least said I was hurt.”
The child was there before him, and yet she wasn’t really seeing him.
What she’d left behind was so vast that she seemed unable to stand properly in this place.
Some stories had gone unfinished, leaving regrets in their wake.
Rozelin had closed her own chapter in her own world.
By simply turning away and letting things drift, she’d gained nothing and lost everything.
“Being with Father is a little annoying and tiring sometimes, but I do like it.”
“……Rozelin? Your sincerity keeps slipping out, and it’s making your father’s heart ache.”
“That’s just lack of exercise.”
“…….”
Cherti Bellion let out a hollow laugh at Rozelin, then brushed his hair back.
“First of all… this doesn’t seem like the right place or time for this conversation.”
Cherti turned to Devon Bellion as he spoke.
He was feigning composure, but his mind was already in turmoil.
No matter which world she was from, this child was unmistakably his.
But if this girl before him truly was the soul of Rozelin from another world… then where had his own child gone—the one he’d only ignored and avoided?
‘……Is she really dead?’
Or was she perhaps alive somewhere else, inhabiting another world or another body, like this girl?
Cherti tried hard not to let his expression show his turmoil, rubbing his face roughly.
Devon Bellion gripped Cherti’s shoulder once, firmly, and jerked his chin toward the door.
“Take the children and go inside.”
“Yes.”
“Ignis, you bring that child. We need to confirm whether she’s really Lily’s.”
“Ah, if the kid here starts resisting, I can handle him rough, right?”
“He’s still young, so don’t be too rough.”
Devon Bellion examined the boy bound to the pillar with deliberate care as he spoke.
His features were so reminiscent of Devon’s own youth—those fierce eyes were savage enough that blood tests wouldn’t even be necessary.
At Devon Bellion’s words, Ignis picked at his ear and snorted with laughter.
“What? You losing your mind? When you were raising us, you’d smack us on the head with those fists even when we were just half as much trouble.”
“Why is your mouth always so disrespectful to your father! And times have changed, you ignorant fool. Kids these days can’t be raised rough like you lot.”
Ripper, the boy, watched the exchange between them with a deepening frown.
“Anyway, we need to confirm whether that girl is really Lily’s child. And if she’s been brainwashed, that’s a problem too.”
Ignis shrugged, then rotated his neck left and right before grabbing Ripper by the scruff of his neck and lifting him.
The Black Rope that had been immobile when Ripper struggled against it snapped with a pathetic twang the moment Ignis hoisted him into the air.
Ignis slung the boy carelessly over his shoulder.
When Ripper squirmed, Ignis gave his backside a sharp pat.
“Potential nephew candidate, stay still if you don’t want to get punished.”
Ripper’s eyes went wide.
His flushed face burned with both pain and humiliation.
With good reason—though Ignis possessed Abyss, he was relatively weak in that regard.
But setting that aside, he was strong enough to match Kaluta in raw physical power. His strength was formidable.
Moreover, he was immune to Abyss, so most attacks using it didn’t affect him anyway.
“Let’s go in for now.”
Devon Bellion turned on his heel.
Rozelin moved to follow, but Ignis stepped into her path with a smile.
“Cousin.”
“Yes?”
“We matter too, I know—but you made a public confession to your fiancé in front of the whole family. Don’t you think you should actually talk to him?”
Only then did Rozelin notice Arma standing motionless beside the tree where they’d bound Ripper.
“Oh.”
As Rozelin let out a soft sigh, Arma slowly lifted his head.
“Good luck with your love life, then.”
“Wait—it’s too late tonight. Not today. Next time, when it’s light out, with the adults present, we should have a proper conversation…!”
“Thick as a brick, both ends sealed shut. Ian, grab that bastard by the scruff.”
“What? You want me to die of addiction or something?!”
Ian Bellion protested savagely even as he seized Cherti Bellion by the nape of the neck and dragged him away.
“Let go—Rozelin’s still young!”
“Stop your whining. She’s at the perfect age for love!”
“No, I won’t have it. You childless failures wouldn’t know, but my daughter—I’ve raised her like a precious jewel…!”
Ian hooked his arm around Cherti’s neck and hauled him along as Cherti continued to protest without pause.
“Damn it! Barely fed the kid and he shoots up tall as a pole!”
Rozelin watched the Bellion Family’s direct line fade into the distance, then turned her gaze toward Arma, who remained silent.
“Arma.”
“…Rozelin.”
Arma looked at her face, as composed as always, and slowly rubbed his own.
He had thought it was a dream.
He had thought the dreams he saw were merely dreams.
“I doubt you’ll believe me, but I…I had the same dream.”
“I know.”
When Rozelin had once spoken of her dream, he realized it resembled one he himself had seen. So he asked her about it, and she answered calmly with a smile that she knew.
“…Is the dream you mentioned before something that happened to you?”
Arma looked at her slowly.
“Did I abandon you?”
“…”
“So I should abandon you too?”
In that moment, his vision blurred.
Only then did Rozelin become aware that her body had grown warm.
“I don’t want that. Don’t abandon me.”
“…”
“I love you, Rozelin.”
Rozelin stared at him for a long moment, then slowly opened her mouth.
“Me too.”
Rozelin spoke matter-of-factly.
“…What?”
“I love you too.”
Rozelin placed on her tongue words she had never truly spoken before.
At her spare confession, Arma’s eyes widened, but seeing her blank gaze, he slowly exhaled.
After a long moment, he parted his lips, a faint smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
“You love the me from that other world, don’t you? Not me.”

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