The Villainess is a Millionaire Solver - Chapter 205

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Side Story 5

“Now, Your Majesty the Empress. Your Highness the Princess. And all of our president’s precious friends gathered at this salon today. Please listen to what I have to say. Haven’t you noticed that our President Aristina’s face has been growing dim lately? If so, this is a very natural phenomenon. Because it’s already been almost 400 days since she left the capital! Not 200 days, not 300 days, but 400 days! Isn’t that too much?”

“Woo! That’s right! That’s right!”

“So, to remind President Aristina of our existence, we’re planning to send a simple handwritten letter. Would everyone please write a word or two on this scroll? The parts that look like stains are where others have already written, so just avoid those areas. How about it? Simple, right?”

“Yes! That sounds good!”

The Empress wrote her message first, and then Princess Violet took her turn.

“What should I do? It smudged because it touched my sleeve!”

“Really? A lot?”

“Ah! Don’t look!”

After a commotion, it was finally Serene’s turn.

Serene rested her chin on her hand and had a moment of silence.

Aristina’s face appeared on the white paper. A slightly frightening impression, but with a smile that contained warmth you could feel if you looked long enough.

Really, just like that editor said, too much time had passed since she last saw that face.

Serene picked up her pen and began writing quickly.

Are you doing well, senior? I’ve now become a splendid villainess…

Then she muttered “Oh,” and stopped her hand. Another moment of silence passed.

“Lady Hyperion, are you finished writing?”

Countess Oclair, who had been waiting for her turn, asked carefully. Serene was startled.

“Oh, I’m sorry!”

She thought the words floating in her mind were too scattered. This was a letter to a precious friend after such a long time, so she couldn’t just write it carelessly, right?

She should organize her thoughts first.

Serene took a deep breath.

Everything that had happened from when she first met Aristina until now passed by one by one. Her face, already full of longing, became even more wistful.

Serene placed both hands together over her heart and wrote line by line in her mind.

I promised not to use the word villainess anymore, but still, that word contains some of our memories, doesn’t it? Sometimes it slips out without me realizing it, but that much should be okay, right?

Aristina. My precious friend.

How wonderful is it to hide your desire to become close and just watch from afar, then eventually experience a dramatic event together and become true friends? Although God connected us through the relationship of suspect and victim…

It appeared vividly before her eyes. That moment when she had shouted with shining eyes in her salon.

“Please take me as your disciple!”

How bold it must have seemed from Aristina’s perspective.

That was the moment in Serene’s life that required the greatest courage.

Serene smiled brightly.

Opening my heart so honestly to Aristina that day was the best thing I ever did in my life. Because everything changed after that.

I can’t forget all the things we accomplished together, but what I remember most is still our very first adventure. The two of us holding hands and catching that playboy prince and the shameless villain of the Rosen family.

That memory is so wonderful and thrilling that I’ll be telling people about it even when I’m 90 years old. Even if everyone begs me to please stop!

The notebook Aristina left behind is a treasure incomparable to anything else in the world, whose value cannot possibly be measured, but even more precious than that are these memories. The memories we shared together.

I sincerely congratulate you once again for being united with the person who became most precious after adversity. If we decide not to live alone but to share our lives with someone, there could be nothing better than that.

Please take your time and enjoy it for a long, long time.

But if you suddenly feel that the time has come, then you must return to us quickly without looking back.

Do you know? Her Majesty the Empress always keeps the best seat in the salon empty.

That beautiful armchair is still waiting for Aristina even now.

Your precious friend, Serene.

Serene pressed the final period firmly in her mind and smiled brightly.

“Now I just need to copy it down!”

But something was strange.

Everyone in the salon was looking at Serene with puzzled faces. Gremory’s face was nowhere to be seen among them.

Serene blinked.

“Where did the editor go?”

“He took the paper and left earlier. Since it was finished…”

“What?”

It was a bolt from the blue. Serene shouted in panic.

“I haven’t written anything yet!”

“Didn’t you write earlier?”

“I only managed to write one line. The rest of the content was supposed to continue after that…”

“Oh my, Lady Hyperion. The editor said to write just one word, but did you not hear that?”

She had heard it. She definitely remembered hearing it.

However, she was so excited about writing a letter to Aristina that she seemed to have self-censored that part. Or perhaps it was selective memory loss…

“But how can you write just one word? Don’t you think so?”

She tried whining a little, but what could be done? The ship had already sailed.

Serene eventually decided to accept reality.

She could talk about it when they met in person.

The thought crossed her mind that when they did meet, all those words would become unnecessary…

“Come back quickly, Aristina.”

After pathetically writing letters with her breath on the window, Serene suddenly looked up at the sky. Because her scattered stream of consciousness had led to another thought.

‘Come to think of it, didn’t ‘that person’ also go out? Then would he write this letter too?’

Her curious gaze turned toward the sky beyond.

The magnificent Rosen Duchy, whose grandeur nakedly reflected the desire to show off wealth as elegantly as possible.

A special guest had visited there last night.

In the dim bedroom, the figure of a silver-haired young man could be seen, buried deep in comfortable blankets as he slept.

It was Sion.

He suddenly flinched in his sleep. A mumbling sound leaked from between his lips.

“…Sister?”

Sion was dreaming right now.

“Stay still. I’m doing this because I’m afraid everyone will say I drove you out into the rain.”

A girl holding an umbrella with her face tilted at an angle could be seen. Her unusually bright blonde hair was dampened, making parts of it look dark brown. The sound of rain spread along with the smell of wet earth.

Who was this girl?

Aristina Bianca Rosen.

Sion gazed up at the girl for a moment before turning his gaze away.

I hate you. Because you stole my place.

He muttered once again in his mouth the words he had repeated hundreds of times even before coming here.

But in fact, Sion knew that wasn’t the truth. That place had originally belonged to Aristina. It was rather himself who was trying to steal it.

That’s why he hated her even more. Because he knew that fact better than anyone.

“My dress! I was going to wear it when meeting His Highness the Crown Prince, but that stupid kid stepped on it and tore it and made it dirty! What are you going to do about this!”

“I’m sorry, sister. My eyes suddenly hurt so much that I couldn’t see well.”

“Stop it, Aristina. Unlike you, Sion has trouble with his eyes. You have dozens of dresses anyway.”

“But this one, this dress is…”

Aristina was the only child who inherited Duke Carnel’s blood. Since that iron-clad position couldn’t be changed immediately, he lay low and vented his frustration in such ways.

Targeting only the most precious things to ruin.

But the satisfaction was only momentary. When he reflected on it after the excitement passed, it wasn’t as fun as expected.

Thinking it was because it was too trivial, he carefully observed and cleverly escalated the intensity…

But in fact, I was too young to understand back then.

“…What? It was you? Get lost!”

When Aristina, who had turned around with shining eyes expecting someone, suddenly went cold and glared at him with an expression full of disgust, contempt, and hatred.

Very faintly, he felt that something might be wrong.

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