The Circumstances of Being Chosen as the Villainess’s Favorite - Chapter 164

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Chapter 164

Larit Ansi.

Seraphina’s old friend.

Unlike the completely shabby Seraphina, Larit was neatly dressed and looked like a princess from a fairy tale.

Her rosy cheeks with good complexion looked fresh.

And looking at such Larit.

Seraphina felt like vomiting from the rising inferiority complex.

“Why are you here?”

Seraphina snapped sharply.

“Did you come to mock me?”

“Seraphina.”

“What, are you satisfied seeing me locked up like this? Does it feel good?!”

Clang, clang clang!

Seraphina grabbed the iron bars and shook them violently while screaming.

“Really, how despicable…!”

Despite the pouring abuse, Larit didn’t even twitch an eyebrow.

To be precise.

…She seemed to pity Seraphina, if anything.

“Why did you do it?”

“What?”

“The perjury. Why did you say that you and Lady Claudius conspired to assassinate Her Majesty the Empress?”

“…Perjury, you say.”

Seraphina gripped her dress tightly.

Even her fingers were as thin as winter twigs.

“Why are you so… confident that I committed perjury?”

“Because Lady Claudius isn’t that kind of person.”

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

Rain falls from the sky to the ground.

As if stating a very obvious truth, Larit answered that way.

And Seraphina was really annoyed by that firm faith Larit had in Evangeline.

“…”

Seraphina shut her mouth with a distorted face.

She didn’t seem to have any intention of opening it.

‘Oh dear.’

Larit suppressed the sigh that was about to burst out.

Well, she hadn’t expected her to speak obediently from the start.

Still, loosening her guard even a little would be advantageous for future conversations.

“Your face has gotten much worse, Seraphina.”

With that judgment, Larit spoke up.

“Is it because you’re in such harsh conditions?”

Seraphina’s shoulders stiffened for a moment.

That was natural, since the flower-pink eyes gazing at her really contained faint concern.

But Seraphina didn’t want to receive pity from Larit, even if it killed her.

“Are you mocking me now?”

Seraphina glared at Larit with murderous eyes.

She was serious.

She wanted to mess up that peaceful face somehow.

If only she could reach her.

She would have strangled Larit right away!

“No, I’m speaking sincerely.”

Meanwhile, Larit, who had been watching the convulsing Seraphina, sighed briefly and answered.

Honestly, Larit was a bit shocked.

‘Is her health really that bad?’

The most innocent lily of high society.

The dazzlingly beautiful Seraphina was nowhere to be found.

Her disheveled hair was dry and brittle, and her pale face was so gaunt it looked like a skull.

The forearms visible under her loose sleeves were pitifully thin.

If even a breeze blew, she looked like she might just snap in half.

‘Even so, does it make sense for her condition to deteriorate this much?’

She had heard news that Seraphina had been staying indoors recently.

She had also heard whispers that when she was dragged out of the Public Town House, she was pitifully thin.

But that was only a month or two ago.

In just a month or two, a person had become almost like a stick.

‘…It’s almost like she’s been poisoned.’

Poison… Poison?!

At the thought that suddenly crossed her mind, Larit was startled.

‘Could it be?’

At that moment.

Larit’s eyes widened slightly.

Under Seraphina’s disheveled skirt hem, a small glass bottle was visible.

Half-filled with something that looked like red candy…

“What is that?”

The moment she asked without thinking.

Larit doubted her own eyes.

The color drained completely from Seraphina’s face, and she hurriedly tried to hide the glass bottle.

“It’s, it’s none of your business!”

Seraphina tried to put on a sharp face.

But her voice was already trembling thinly.

“…”

Larit furrowed her brow.

‘Something seems strange.’

The Seraphina before her eyes looked clearly worse than before.

And that sensitive reaction.

…As if those pills were her lifeline or something.

“In the first place, bringing personal belongings into prison is prohibited.”

“…”

Apparently at a loss for words, Seraphina glared at Larit with fierce eyes.

Larit continued speaking without concern.

“Then that means someone gave you those pills.”

Someone who had contacted Seraphina more than once when her external contact was cut off.

Someone who could wield enough influence to secretly bring things to a person in prison.

The person who met those conditions was.

“High Priest Evans, right?”

Seraphina froze stiff.

And from that reaction, Larit gained certainty.

“I’m right.”

“…”

Seraphina clamped her lower lip shut like a clam, as if she wouldn’t answer anymore.

Larit asked another question.

“Why are you taking such pills? What reason do you have for needing that medicine?”

As the questions continued, the vague doubts became more concrete.

A weakened body.

Pills.

Seraphina, who had given false testimony against me.

And Isaac, who hadn’t abandoned Seraphina despite her connection to the Empress’s assassination.

‘…If that’s the case.’

I know what a leap in logic is.

But if they could poison even the Empress, there’s no reason they couldn’t poison Seraphina, right?

Larite asked probingly.

“Do you really trust High Priest Evans?”

At that question, Seraphina’s shoulders stiffened.

“I, I…”

Her frightened dark green eyes looked up at Larite.

Her lips trembled.

And.

“…I trust him.”

But her voice was far too frail.

As if proving that even Seraphina herself didn’t believe her own answer.

Larite, who had been watching her intently, asked again.

“If you trust him, why do you have that expression?”

“…”

Suddenly, Seraphina’s gaunt face contorted.

Though she usually managed her expressions well like a lady who commanded high society.

Now she seemed to lack even that composure.

“Seraphina.”

Larite leaned down.

Meeting Seraphina’s eye level and looking into her trembling dark green eyes.

She spoke clearly.

“Just suppose, if you’re being threatened by High Priest Evans.”

Seraphina flinched as if she’d been whipped.

Larite’s flower-pink eyes briefly glanced at the red pill.

“If your life is being threatened… I can help you.”

“…”

At those words, various emotions crossed Seraphina’s face.

Anticipation and hope.

…Could I really survive?

But that was only momentary.

“What makes someone like you think you can help me?”

Seraphina snapped sharply, highly agitated.

“How am I supposed to trust you? Huh?”

“…”

“You’re honestly enjoying this right now, aren’t you? You came here to mock me!”

“…”

After the hysterical shouting passed.

The surroundings fell silent.

Seraphina bit her lips until they bled, then covered her face with both hands.

“…I can’t tell you.”

“Seraphina.”

“If I do, I’ll die, I’ll really die!”

Her frail shoulders shook incessantly.

“Sob, sob, sob.”

Suppressed sobbing continued, seeming about to break but never stopping.

Larite, who had been quietly listening to those cries, asked Seraphina.

“What if I help you so you won’t die?”

Seraphina’s head shot up.

With a face streaked with tears, she screamed.

“How could someone like you help me!”

“But, Seraphina.”

Larite concluded with a sigh mixed in her words.

“You don’t trust High Priest Evans anyway, do you?”

“…”

She hit the mark.

Seraphina glared at Larite with tear-filled eyes.

Larite continued speaking gently.

“If you really trusted High Priest Evans, you wouldn’t have reacted so sharply. Right?”

“…That’s.”

“If you can’t trust either side anyway.”

Larite smiled with her eyes.

“Take my hand.”

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