Chapter 104
A Painting of the Villainess as a Young Lady
âMary, itâs rude to speculate someoneâs feelings carelessly.â
âGoodness me, my dear lady! Youâre slow when it comes to things concerning yourself! Really, really, Iâm telling you. I saw it with my own two eyes!â
âAh, come to think of it.â
âAs expected, you felt it, right? Kyaaah~! Itâs exactly like a romance novel, oh my gosh!â
âHe asked me if I donât remember him. I think weâve met before.â
Mary gasped.
âThen, isnât it that heâs been adoring you since then, Milady? Isnât this like a fateful reunion?â
âYour imagination is running wild, Mary.â
A conversation thatâs as normal as normal could be went on. With her eyes closed, Mary was smiling as though she had already fallen into her own imagination.
Violet denied Maryâs supposition completely.
Even if Mary was right about the knight having some affinity for Violet, if he really had met the former Violet, thereâs no way that heâd like âthat ducal ladyâ.
Her memories from years ago were dim, but she knew that the moniker of âwicked womanâ thatâs been attached to her wasnât given to her for no reason at all.
Considering how she was in the past, thereâs no reason for people to have liked her.
Struck with the realization of just how terrible of a person she had been that nobody would have liked her, she was filled with a sudden sense of unease.
If what Aldin felt for her was antipathy rather than affinity, then⦠No, if he could remember her only because of such negative emotionsâ¦
It was more likely than not.
Not being able to fully remember her own past, Violet was frustrated.
âMilady? Whatâs wrong?â
âNo, a thought just crossed my mindâ¦â
âS-Should I get you some water? Excuse me!â Mary called out to someone.
Meanwhile, as the wheels of the carriage ahead were rolling as they were.
âHey. Do you like my sister?â
ââ¦â¦â
The two sons of high aristocrats in the following carriage were having a suffocatingly tense scuffle.
Cairn threw out this question with not a single regard for propriety, whereas Aldin simply remained silent. Cairn complained about just how wronged he felt.
âUgh, Iâm already sad enough because Iâm being ignored at home, but even youâre
doing this to me too?! Why the hell is everyone ignoring me!â
âIf you wish to complain about the injustice that youâre feeling, then look back at your own behavior. Courtesy is a two-way street.â
âWeâre the same age, but why do you keep talking in such an old-fashioned way, huh? Even the slyest person in my family doesnât talk like you!â
ââ¦Haa.â
Seeing that his friend had drawn a sigh because of him, Cairn became even more unruly.
Although theyâre friends, their personalities clashed too much. Not knowing just how it was they became close friends, they continued to have an unconversational conversation.
âSo, do you like my sister?â
âI donât understand the intent of your question.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âThen, let me spell it out for you, hm? Does Aldin Aesir have feelings for Violet S. Everettâthatâs what Iâm asking!â
ââ¦â¦â
âYouâre not gonna answer?â
âWhy are you so fixated on that questionâ¦â
âIâm asking because I wanna know the answer! You like my sister, donât you?â
As he wasnât given an answer, Cairn himself had answered for Aldin, who could do nothing but sigh.
There were times when Cairn had this animal-like intuition, and the question and answer he had posed was utterly spot on.
At times like this, that sixth sense was really quite annoying.
Aldin thought over it for a moment before replying.
ââ¦Yes.â
It was a short, simple answer. And ironically, the one who asked the question got surprised by this simple answer.
âWhy though?â
âFor what reason are you even asking me?â
âNo, I mean, isnât it weird that you like that witch? Do you really?â
âYouâre the one whoâs weird when you asked with such conviction.â
âThat, wellâ Ha. How do I put it⦠I guess itâs true that she has a pretty face. After all, she looks like Mom. But isnât it kinda weird to fall in love just by looking at someoneâs face?â
Aldin narrowed his eyes. Despite how heâd been reprimanded over and over, Cairn still refused to fix that tongue of his.
Every time heâd hear Cairn call his older sister a âwitchâ, Aldin had half a mind to make him stop.
Faced with unrestrained murderous intent right then, Cairn complained of the injustice he was being given.
âWhat the heck, whatâs with that glare, huh? What are you even thinking⦠Hey! Hey?! Yeah, okay, never mind that you seriously have a weird and spiteful personality, huh? You pretend to be normal in front of others, but arenât you actually just a really terrible person?â
âThatâs called common courtesy.â
âAh, whatever, thatâs not the topic at hand! Iâm asking you one thing and one thing onlyâ Just what the hell do you see in her that you went ahead and fell in love! If you like her only for her face, Iâm telling you to stop right now!â
As though he was trying to read Cairn, Aldin continued to look at the other man with narrowed eyes.
Faced with Aldinâs pale purple eyes, Cairn felt awkward for no reason. He coughed in vain. He couldnât express what he wanted to say properly, and it felt as if his stomach was going to explode out of frustration.
In any case, Aldin concluded. If itâs Cairn, it most definitely wouldnât be strange for him to go up to Violet and say, âHey, Witch. That punk likes you.â
Aldin didnât think this through. He instantly and severely regretted that he admitted to his feelings in front of this guy.