The Villainess is a Millionaire Solver - Chapter 206

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————

Side Story Episode 6

Someone whispered in his heart.

‘This might not be the right thing to do.’

But that couldn’t be. There’s no way someone as clever and smart as me could be wrong.

Sion firmly dismissed the thought.

When he thought about it, he hadn’t just been physically unable to see ahead. What had truly blinded him was the self-denial that had thoroughly dominated his mind until the very last moment.

“Look, everyone. Sion was controlled by this demonic eye and came to disregard life.”

The sight of Aristina bursting into the courtroom and shouting after even obtaining lawyer qualifications.

That was a brilliant ray of light that Sion, who had fallen to the depths, could never have dared to dream of.

Only after witnessing that unbelievable scene was he finally able to see clearly.

An even greater mistake than learning black magic was precisely this.

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

He shouldn’t have stayed still then.

When Aristina offered him the umbrella, he should have opened his tightly closed mouth and said this.

“I was wrong. I really… was wrong.”

Tears would have burst out before he could even finish speaking.

What?

Aristina would have frowned and looked down at Sion. Why is he acting like that when there’s only me here, she would think. But she would slowly come to realize that it wasn’t acting.

Without even thinking to wipe away the tears flowing down mixed with rainwater, Sion would reach out one hand beyond the umbrella.

His sleeve gets wet, his arm gets wet, and eventually even his shoulder gets wet. His thin hand still remains suspended blankly in the air.

In the silence, only the sound of rain continues to beat against the ground.

Eventually, Aristina can’t stand it and breaks the silence.

“This is driving me crazy! Why are you crying? Hey! Stop it right now! Anyone who sees this will think I made you cry! Honestly, even I would think that if I saw myself! Stop it quickly before someone comes!”

While saying such things and jumping around, she would eventually grab Sion’s hand and pull him up.

“Thank you, Sister.”

Aristina pretends not to hear. But she vaguely realizes that something has changed in her cousin’s heart just now.

The two don’t say anything, but staying close enough so their shoulders don’t get wet, they disappear across the garden where rain is pouring down…

…That’s how it should have been.

If it had happened that way, how many things would have been different?

Disturbance appeared on the face of the sleeping Sion.

But that was only for a moment.

He soon regained his peace.

In any case, it’s all a finished story now.

It’s okay. He’s just grateful that there’s still a chance to atone, even if it’s late.

Sion’s lips moved slightly.

“Really. I’m happy. This is enough. Until the day I die…”

A sudden small cough interrupted his words. Sion covered his mouth with the back of his hand. Then he woke up and slowly opened his eyes.

Through the faint morning sunlight coming in between the thick curtains, he saw an unfamiliar scene. It wasn’t a desolate detention facility, but a small room with wallpaper and furniture.

It was a guest bedroom in the Ducal Mansion.

“Ah…”

Sion finally remembered.

He had been allowed to go out as a reward for his exemplary life at the labor camp, right?

Along with the sense of reality, he felt a damp sensation on his cheek. It seemed he had shed tears while sleeping again.

Well, he had that kind of dream.

It was a very vivid dream. As if he was living through the past once more…

Sion reflected on the dream’s content for a moment, then slowly got up from the bed.

He saw his reflection in the mirror. Still pale, but he had regained some color and seemed to have put on some weight.

Thanks to the Holy Order.

“Just follow this record exactly. I’ve already tested it on my own body, so I can guarantee there are no side effects.”

Ruellian had handed over the records of the process he used to break the curse of ancient magic to the Order, earnestly asking them to treat Sion well.

So the Order respected Sion not as a prisoner but as a faithful believer and devoted all their care to him, which greatly improved his condition.

Though not like when he was at his peak hunting monsters in the Northern Region, there was no major inconvenience in daily life. Even he was surprised by the rapid recovery speed.

Sion stretched and left the bedroom.

“Young Master! You’re already awake? Sleep more! You finally got permission to go out!”

“No. Since it’s such a rare occasion, I don’t have time to lie around.”

Under the brilliant sunlight, the people of the Ducal Mansion were already moving about busily.

Beyond that, he could see the Elders having fun playing ball with some children. They were Benjamin’s siblings who worked at the Black Rose Trade Guild. Sion smiled and walked over there.

“You guys came?”

“It’s Sion!”

“Big brother!”

The children were very happy to see him. Though they had only met two or three times, Sion’s affinity quickly disarmed children like these.

However, there was a difference: if it had been acting in the past, now it was sincere.

Sion ruffled the hair of the little one clinging to him and asked.

“But what’s Benjamin doing so early in the morning? Another new product development?”

“You’re quite perceptive as always. The Master solved another one of the tasks left by the Guild Leader. Since everyone suffers from anxiety to some degree, even if not as much as the Transcendents, the task was to create an anxiety-relief syrup using the principles of sedatives. It would be useful before important exams or interviews.”

“Let me see.”

The Duke, who happened to be coming out to the garden in workout clothes, saw them and approached. Pleased with this new sedative, he smiled slightly.

“According to this sales plan, it should make quite a bit of money.”

“Oh, compared to the businesses you run, Duke, it’s just a drop in the bucket.”

“A drop in the bucket? What kind of bird has such big feet? At this rate, I might end up living off my daughter’s allowance.”

Everyone covered their mouths and giggled at the Duke’s serious words. Except for Helmut. He laughed out loud without realizing it, then quickly closed his mouth and changed the subject.

“By the way, we’re holding a grand dinner for Sion tonight, so you should come back later for dinner too. I heard they prepared lots of cake.”

“Wow! Thank you!”

Sion watched the children excitedly clinging to Helmut.

As could be felt from Helmut’s tone just now, Duke Carnel and the people of the Ducal Mansion didn’t pity Sion. They only showed interest and affection. From their attitude, it was as if Sion had entered a boarding school rather than a labor camp.

Thanks to this, Sion could share their precious daily life with an infinitely comfortable heart.

And yet, on the other hand…

‘Is it because I had that dream?’

The thought that Sister would really like to see this scene if she were here too lingered in his mind all day long.

“That’s right, Sion. It’s good to see you eating well. Before, you were too busy pretending to take care of me and didn’t even touch your food, which was quite unpleasant to watch.”

“Uncle! You misunderstand! It wasn’t pretending, I was sincerely taking care of you…”

“Young Master, I think the Duke was joking.”

“Ah…”

Just as they were all enjoying the dinner together in a warm atmosphere.

The Butler came to inform them.

“Gremory Editor-in-Chief has arrived. She’s terribly sorry for being late, but says the higher-ups held onto some papers and dragged out the time.”

“Haha. Tell her to come in.”

Papers? What papers?

In the hands of Gremory Editor-in-Chief entering the hall, there was indeed some kind of scroll.

“What kind of party is this? Ah, now that I think about it, today was this household’s young master’s overnight stay, wasn’t it? This was all part of the Duke’s grand plan. Since we’re collecting messages anyway, it would be good if Sion wrote something too.”

Sion asked in puzzlement.

“Messages? What messages?”

“I made a plan. With the Duke’s cooperation…”

Gremory explained what she had been doing all day.

“Writing messages to our Young Lady?”

The people of the Ducal Mansion immediately put down their forks and knives and gathered around.

—————
This chapter was translated by Lunox Team. To support us and help keep this series going, visit our website: LunoxScans.com
—————