The Puppet Villainess’s Splendid Rebellion - Chapter 80

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Chapter 80

Whether I was confused or not, Carlos continued speaking nonchalantly while cutting his meat.

“While we’re at it, let’s change the furniture too. The furniture that was placed there long ago shows signs of wear. It would be better to get new ones.”

“No, what are you…”

I looked toward Demian in bewilderment.

It was meant as a signal for him to try to stop this.

However, when Demian met my eyes, he merely shrugged his shoulders casually, and unfortunately didn’t seem to have much intention of helping me out.

Rather, the corners of his mouth were turned up as if he found this amusing.

‘As expected of rich people, they’re all in cahoots!’

A sense of betrayal washed over me. There was no one to help me.

Meanwhile, Carlos finished his meal and stood up from his seat.

“I’ll take care of the hunting festival preparations on my end, so Your Highness doesn’t need to worry about anything else.”

“No, wait a moment. About the room…”

“I’ll tell Mia, so make sure to order whatever furniture or wallpaper you want.”

…So he’s not just moving me, but planning to completely renovate the entire room? But why so suddenly, what’s gotten into him?

I stared at Carlos in bewilderment, unable to understand the context at all.

Carlos, who had been about to turn around, fixed his gaze on me.

“Your expression doesn’t look very good. Do you dislike it?”

“It’s not that I dislike it, but…”

“Then that’s settled.”

Leaving those words behind, Carlos left the dining hall. He didn’t look back even once. His striding figure was utterly confident.

I stared blankly at the closed door.

‘…What was that.’

I was dazed. Completely.

I turned to look at Demian.

“…Was he always like this? Just, suddenly pushing things forward.”

“Well. This is a side of him I haven’t seen in a long time too.”

Demian took a sip of his tea. His face was playing innocent.

“This is the first time I’ve seen Father take such an active approach toward someone.”

“That was being active?”

“Didn’t it seem that way to Your Highness?”

Isn’t that a bit different from being active?

Seeing my confused expression, Demian chuckled softly.

“I think it would be best if you just accepted it, Your Highness.”

It was too irresponsible to call that advice.

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“Ahaha, so that’s how you ended up changing rooms? After only 6 months of being in the mansion?”

Sion rolled around on the bed laughing.

I glared at him with not-so-friendly eyes and grumbled.

“Is this something to laugh about?”

“Yeah, it’s funny.”

So what exactly is so funny about it?

When I confided in Sion, who had come to visit through my room’s window, about what happened this morning, instead of taking my side, he was busy laughing his head off.

It seemed I was the only one who was confused.

What did Carlos eat wrong?

Otherwise, there’s no way he would suddenly tell me to change the room he hadn’t cared about for 6 months.

When I first came to the Duke’s mansion, he didn’t care where I slept. He acted like it didn’t matter whether it was a guest room or the pantry. He even hated eating meals together.

And now that same person is suddenly saying the room is cold, the furniture is old.

‘…Though, he has been a bit kinder to me lately.’

This was making me have presumptuous expectations.

Like thinking the Duke really welcomed me, or that affection had grown stronger than hatred.

Even though I shouldn’t be thinking such things.

‘Why did he even come to my room last night in the first place?’

It was still hard to believe.

Carlos’s study was located on the complete opposite side from the guest room where I stayed. It had no connection to the route leading to Carlos’s bedroom either. That’s why we never ran into each other when Carlos was openly avoiding me.

But Carlos, of all people, had laid my sleeping form on the bed, covered me with a blanket, and organized my desk.

‘No wonder my ink-stained hands were clean too.’

He didn’t wipe those clean too, did he?

I couldn’t imagine it. To exaggerate a bit, I felt like I might experience cognitive dissonance.

Meanwhile, Sion, who was observing my ever-changing expressions with his chin propped up, kept laughing as if something was incredibly amusing.

“Lorea really has no sense when it comes to things like this.”

“That story again?”

“Yeah, but it must be genetic. Your dad is clueless too.”

“What do you mean dad…”

The unfamiliar term made me feel awkward somehow, and I just fidgeted with my hands.

Snap, Sion flicked his fingers.

“That’s enough now.”

“Huh?”

“It’s good for Lorea if you change rooms. You’re moving to a warmer, better room.”

“That’s true.”

“Yeah, that’s enough then. Don’t think too deeply about it.”

At those words, I closed my mouth.

I had been overthinking things.

“We have a lot to do now. Are you ready?”

Today was the day we had planned to meet Hella. I intended to entrust her with distributing the purification stones we had discussed before. Using the Moonlight Trading Post’s network, we could spread them quickly among the nobles.

I nodded and straightened my clothes.

‘I never thought I’d wear this robe again.’

It was the black hooded robe I had worn when visiting the Mage’s Land with Demian. I had been dressed exactly like this when I first met Hella too.

After changing my hair color with Carlos’s artifact that I had kept in the desk drawer, it felt like time had rewound to a few months ago.

“Do I look okay?”

I asked awkwardly while looking at my unfamiliar appearance in the mirror.

‘It’s been so long, I’m not sure if it looks right.’

Sion stood beside me and looked into the mirror. He examined me slowly from top to bottom.

Then he smiled broadly.

“Pretty.”

I asked if I looked okay, so why did he give that kind of answer?

My cheeks reddened at his brief words. My heart skipped a beat.

“…Don’t tease me.”

“No, I’m being serious.”

Sion laughed.

“I think Lorea is pretty no matter what she does. Your silver hair is pretty, and this hair is pretty too. I guess it’s because it’s Lorea’s face.”

“…I’ll just take that as you saying it looks fine.”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Sion took my hand.

“Close your eyes.”

Then a bright blue light enveloped both of us. My vision spun around and around. I felt the dizziness characteristic of teleportation magic.

I closed my eyes and opened them again.

We were inside a dark room.

Faint light was seeping through the window. Thick curtains were drawn, making the room dim. The walls were lined with bookshelves packed full of old books. On one side, there was a comfortable-looking sofa and table.

‘Is this Hella’s private room?’

Since it was different from the Merchant Lord of the Moonlight Market’s office, it seemed like a room she used for rest.

While I was looking around with unfamiliar curiosity, the door opened.

“Honey, I told you to make some noise when entering a lady’s room…”

Hella entered the room with a languid expression but cut off her words.

Her gaze moved from Sion to me. She looked up and down at my disguised appearance. Then her eyes moved downward.

My hand clasped with Sion’s.

I only then realized we hadn’t let go yet.

Hella’s expression became subtle. Her eyes narrowed slightly then relaxed.

A strange silence flowed.

Finally, she opened her mouth.

“…Two familiar faces, I see?”

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