Chapter 8
Beware of the Villainess!
However, Ianâs mistress was fast. As soon as she had processed the situation, she hurriedly ran into Ianâs embrace as tears fell from her eyes, and soon Ian was naturally picking up on her act.
âIan!â
âLinda!â
Excuse me. Didnât Ian push you away just earlier? Hey. Who was the guy who said he didnât want to break the engagement?
It was too late.
The guard holding my arm looked at me in contempt and I acknowledged that no argument would work to change his mind. They were all acting in the same play, so there was nothing I could do to stop it. Everyone was trying to make me into a villainess.
My insides boiled furiously, but I quickly became dejected. No matter how loud I shout and run about, I would be only hurting myself.
I calmly allowed myself to be dragged out of the sitting room. The last thing I saw was the anxiety held deep inside of Ianâs gold eyes.
Now that I think of it, heâs never apologized even once.
I should have hit him over the head with the ashtray when I had the chance. At least I wouldnât feel wronged.
Before the door to the sitting room closed, I shouted in the villainessâ sharp voice.
âOkay, Ian, you ass. Itâs over!â
For some reason the corners of my eyes felt hot.
***
Letâs assassinate him.
That was the conclusion I came to after my reflection. It wasnât necessarily only for my personal revenge.
I was currently stuck in a situation where I was humiliated by my fiance and half-forced out of the Royal Palace by the guard. Even my coachman clicked his tongue at me, believing that I made yet another commotion.
I was being wholly objective.
If a Crown Prince, whose character was f*cked up, became the King, this nation was sure to collapse into ruins. Heâll make a mess of politics and sometimes show up in front of the citizens with the thought âYou all love me, donât you?â and attempt to pass over all his wrongs, which would result in the nationâs utter destruction.
Even if he could be redeemed by meeting the female protagonist Yuriâ¦No, he was no longer at the level where his personality could be redeemed.
I recalled the few moments he had called upon Melissa and acted sweetly towards her. That, too, was all in public events. It was so Melissa would misunderstand the sweet gestures and smiled he directed at her.
Hmm, it seemed like an assassination would work. The only option was to assassinate him.
Right, since Iâve become the villainess, a single assassination was just a small crack on my reputation. Where and what should I request for. Since itâs the Crown Prince, I still have to be rather carefulâ¦
As I was muttering to myself, the carriage came to a stop.
I was still considering what I should do with the Crown Princeâs head.
ââ¦Indeed, I should just rip it into pieces.â
âMilady, weâve arrivedâ¦Ha?â
I was preoccupied with planning the Crown Princeâs assassination when a maid suddenly opened the carriage door. She was probably frightened by the scary expression on my face as I ripped my fingernails. I looked as though I was trying to cast a curse at someone as I muttered away about ripping peopleâs heads and whatnot.
I returned to my senses and nodded my head. I took hold of the servantâs hand and hurriedly dismounted from the carriage. The servantâs hand was shivering when I held onto his hand.
âT-that, donât recklesslyâ¦â¦ rip anyone into p-pieces pleaseâ¦â¦.â
A timid voice suddenly emerged after the servant summoned up all her courage to warn me. I gave him a bright smile to assure her that I wonât.
âGasp! I have a wife and a beloved rabbit daughter! Please have mercy on me!â
T/N: Rabbit daughter â He treated the rabbit-like itâs his daughter.
Hmm. It seems there was a serious miscommunication. This damned villainessâs face.
***
âPlease lend me some time.â
I placed a hand on my hip and said in a pleasant voice.
It seemed like some pickup line, but the person who heard these words was no one other than Melissaâs father, Duke Podebrat.
He was on the tall side and my neck ached from looking up at him. Not only that, but he was also the male version of Melissa. The impression I had earned from the novel was the definition of an old, conservative dude.