The Male Lead Has Gone Mad Over the Troublesome Villainess - Chapter 15

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The Male Lead Has Gone Mad for the Villainess — Episode 15
She was terrified of Crown Prince Kael, who wore a bewildered expression whenever he saw her, and equally terrified of the knights who stood guard at the Barracks, vowing to protect her.
The knight Seraphine occasionally looked upon Lilia with pity, but that was all there was to it.
‘A child like that, from the Religious Order?’
‘Yes, Your Highness.’
‘Damn it all. No matter how wretched this world is, have they buried their conscience in hell itself? Did they really send that child as a proxy?’
‘Yes, that is correct.’
‘Hah.’
Crown Prince Kael clearly despised Lilia.
Lilia sniffled, barely holding back her tears. If she kept crying like this, she might be abandoned here alone—just as her parents had sold her to the Religious Order because she wept too much and ate too much.
While Lilia stood with her lips pressed shut, sniffling quietly, figures crept silently into the child’s quarters at the Barracks.
The intruders swept quickly through the space. When they spotted a small, trembling form huddled atop the only bed, they exchanged a meaningful glance.
‘Is that her?’
‘Looks like it. Hurry up. If we get caught, we’re dead men.’
Outside, their associates were raising a commotion as if a bear had appeared, keeping the knights’ attention fixed on them. While their confederates bought time, they had to move fast. Even men who’d never properly gripped a sword could easily overpower a ten-year-old child.
They subdued the child in moments. Clamping a hand over the small, trembling mouth as wide, wet eyes stared at them was even easier.
The child couldn’t scream, only thrashed and shook her head as they gagged her mouth and shoved her into a Grain Sack they’d prepared in advance. With her small frame, the entire operation went smoothly.
“Heave!”
As they hoisted the sacked child onto their shoulders, they felt certain of success. They would escape this place safely, reach somewhere more secure. And they would survive—they had to survive in this tiresome world.
The child would be their shield, their bargaining chip if they found themselves cornered. And if desperate times came, she could be a negotiating tool with the Religious Order itself.
No one knew exactly what power the child possessed, but they all trusted it was something valuable.
They crept back out of the Barracks.
The baying of hunting dogs and the urgent footfalls of knights drew closer. The area before the Barracks was still empty, but soon someone would burst in to check on Lilia’s condition. They had to leave before anyone returned.
They couldn’t be late to the rendezvous point where their other allies waited.
“Move quickly.”
They exchanged one more glance and were about to quicken their pace when—
“Where do you think you’re going?”
A cold voice cut through the darkness. It carried an icy edge, yet held terrible force. They froze and turned their heads. But seeing the woman who emerged from the shadows, they let out a hollow laugh.
“Lady Rosana?”
“Tch. Don’t do anything foolish. Unless you want to get hurt.”
“That’s what I should be saying to you. Put the child down if you don’t want to get hurt.”
Rosana’s eyes glinted. In the darkness, her brilliant gaze shone with an almost bestial light—it made their skin crawl. But that couldn’t be right.
She was only Lady Rosana. She seemed different lately, yes, but what could a mere noblewoman do against two men? They were confident.
Confident they could overwhelm her in moments.
“Deal with her quickly and let’s go.”
“Right.”
The two men set down the sack and rushed at Rosana in unison. Speed was everything—they meant to finish this as fast as possible.
“You’ll regret playing around, Lady Rosana!”
In that instant, Rosana smiled coldly. And in the blink of an eye—
Crack!
“Ghhhh!”
The man slammed to the ground. His body arched like a shrimp as he hacked out a rough cough. Having been thrown from his back, searing pain shot through his entire frame. He couldn’t even properly comprehend what had happened. He was still gasping and convulsing when—
“Khack!”
Rosana’s heel sent his companion sprawling across the earth. The man’s face flushed crimson, his neck muscles straining as he crashed against the ground, unable to catch his breath. What in the world had just happened? This couldn’t be—
While the wretches thrashed on the ground in confusion, Rosana dusted off her hands as if it were nothing.
She clicked her tongue and approached the sack. The instant she opened the mouth of the bag and peered inside, her expression darkened savagely.
“Wh—whhhhaaaa!”
Rosana unwound the white cloth gagging the child’s mouth. She muttered curses through gritted teeth. The small face, flushed a deep scarlet with matted hair clinging to it, was rigid with fear. And the eyes—puffed and swollen from how much she’d wept.
“You goddamn bastards! I said for every tear I’d break a bone!”
Rosana was a woman who could not tolerate injustice. And she was one who did not hesitate to punish that injustice.
Smack!
Each time Rosana’s leg moved, a rooster’s crow seemed to echo through the night.
The knights, having confirmed the bear sighting was false, returned after subduing the troublemakers.
Kael spotted Rosana—gleefully kicking between the two men’s legs as they lay there.
Millers, pale as death and understanding the male pain being inflicted, carefully asked Kael—
“…Is Lady Rosana trying to kill those two right now?”
It was a sight that left one confused about who to help and who to save.
Clearly, the guilty were the ones taking the beating—and yet they were the ones who looked like they’d soon be dead.
Kael pressed his lips firmly shut.
Who knew.
Kael didn’t know either. What Rosana was doing right now. Or even what she intended.
“……Lady Rosana.”
Rosana turned her head to gaze at Kael. Only then did he realize that a crowd had gathered. Their eyes traced across the dying criminals, Lilia still hiccupping through her tears, and Rosana herself in turn.
Rosana cleared her throat and hastily straightened her disheveled collar.
“Ahem.”
She lifted the criminals who had attempted to kidnap the child to their feet and patted their shoulders.
“Now then, let’s live like human beings, shall we? With repentance.”
And she turned away, but finding her anger not yet spent, she spun back and delivered one more kick. This time, Baron Brennan let out a groan.
“Ugh!”
The criminal writhing on the ground clutched his groin with both hands, curling himself into a ball.
In that moment, an inexplicable sigh rippled through the crowd. More than a few men found themselves instinctively cupping themselves. Even Millers, standing nearby, quietly pressed his legs together.
Millers cleared his throat and waved a hand at the spectators.
“Everyone, stand back! Haven’t you seen enough?”
But no one heeded his words. Even amid the chaos, Rosana alone remained composed.
In a scene where kidnapper and assailant could no longer be distinguished, Rosana lifted Lilia into her arms with a single motion. The grip and strength belied the delicate frame that bore it.
Rosana brushed the hair clinging to Lilia’s face and whispered gently—a figure utterly transformed from the one who had been mercilessly pummeling the criminals mere moments before.
“Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Hic.”
Lilia hiccupped and rubbed her eyes. Rosana’s voice grew even softer as she asked again.
“You can tell me the truth. Any ouchies, any sore spots at all?”
The look in her eyes promised that if the answer was yes, she would beat those criminals to death without hesitation.

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