I Reject the villain’s ending.

Episode 75.

‘Purple curtains……. There they are.’

‘Ugh. I don’t care where it is, just get in there and get me out, please. I’m going to be a disgrace.’

She buried her head in Iros’ chest, blindfolded, and sobbed.

She could hear Iros laughing above her, but she was still too embarrassed to lift her head.

The curtains were drawn, and Iros walked into the common room and sat me on the overstuffed couch.

I opened my tightly closed eyes and Iros stroked my hair, locking eyes with me.

‘Stay here for a moment, Sierra child, while I get your shoes. Don’t worry too much, there’s Diane outside the curtains and Lord Leo outside the window.’

‘Don’t treat me like a child. It’s only for a moment, anyway. I can be alone.’

I whimpered, and Iros saw right through me and kissed me on the forehead.

‘Still. It’s only once a year that I fall out of favor with you, and we’ve been apart a lot lately.’

‘You know I don’t like being alone, so get going.’

‘Okay. I’ll be right back.’

Iros watched me until he was out the door, then closed the curtains and left.

The room was silent and empty. I hated this suffocating feeling, so I stood and looked around the common room.

‘He said he’d run, but he didn’t come back.’

Of course, Iros had left only thirty seconds ago, but even that was uncomfortable.

He paced the common room, his gaze suddenly landing on the curtain.

‘But didn’t Princess Karina say that the common room has purple curtains? Why are the curtains…….?’

My body stiffened.

‘They’re black, aren’t they?’

My heart pounded.

What the hell? Had Iros come in the wrong room? Were the curtains always that red?

Oh, I must have walked in blindfolded and didn’t see the color of the curtains.

‘Then why are the curtains black?’

If Iros is not color blind, why did he walk into the room with the curtains drawn?

Just as I was thinking this, a black butterfly fluttered my eyes.

I turned my head to follow it as if mesmerized by something.

My gaze landed on a large picture frame.

As large as a curtain, and as black as the butterfly, it depicted an amber-eyed woman with hair as black as the butterfly.

The butterfly fluttered away with a light flap of its wings and landed gently on the frame.

‘Isn’t it beautiful? That portrait, my favorite painting.’

‘……!’

The voice came from behind him, and he whirled around to see Carina standing there, holding her shoes and smiling.

‘Ah, Princess Carina.’

At the sight of the familiar face, the tension in my body, which had been pushed to the limit, loosened.

My pounding heart slowly calmed down.

I asked with a puzzled look.

‘Lord Iros has gone to fetch his shoes. Did he take a wrong turn?’

‘No. He just wanted to bring them back to me. What do you think? They’re very pretty shoes, aren’t they?’

‘Yes, they are.’

Something was wrong, but the light blue shoes in Karina’s softly smiling hands were so pretty that I accepted them mesmerized.

‘They’ll fit your size.’

‘Thank you, Princess. They fit my feet, but did I tell you my size?’

‘The man at the top of the elotta told me. She said that’s where she had the shoes fitted.’

‘Oh, I see.’

I asked in a passing tone as I changed my shoes.

‘But you said the common room has purple curtains, so why are there black curtains in here, come to think of it, I thought she was going somewhere else, not here, so how could……?’

As she spoke, I realized something was wrong.

How did she know I was in the right place when she said the color of the curtains in the common room was different?

Normally, I’d go to the one with the purple curtains and if it’s not occupied, I’d say, ‘Maybe they went somewhere else.

And if she couldn’t find me, she would have called my name or asked Diane, who was standing outside.

I stared at Karina with sharpened eyes, my guard up.

She was behind me, holding a shoe and laughing. I hadn’t felt anything or anyone coming in.

It was strange that Diane, who had been waiting outside, hadn’t announced Karina’s arrival and asked if the princess would mind if she entered.

I asked, taking a small step backward with a rush of anxiety.

‘Karina. You’re Karina, right?’

‘You found out sooner than I thought. Bummer.’

My heart sank at Karina’s abruptness.

I looked at her warily.

‘What are you, and where is the real Princess Carina?’

‘She’s dancing on the first floor. Our little pink one got lost for a moment, and Diane and that kid outside-’

‘Sir Dian! Sir Leo! There is an intruder in here……!’

I shouted, and the woman in Karina’s mask stepped in front of me, clamping her hand over my mouth and blinking amber eyes in surprise.

‘Oh, my, you have a good voice, you almost burst my eardrums.’

‘Town.’

‘The sound doesn’t leak out of here. It can’t go out or come in.’

‘Pooh! Who are you?!’

I roughly tore the hand covering my mouth away and took a running backward step, slamming into the wall.

As I caught my breath and took in the woman I’d never seen before, she burst into giggles.

Look behind you. Don’t you think you recognize me somewhere?’

‘What?’

I quickly glanced back, puzzled, and made a dumb sound.

‘Huh? Huh?’

‘I told you before, that portrait, my favorite. It’s drawn better than life.’

‘Huh?’

She has black curls that look like stars, amber eyes, and a dress that looks like something a desert dancer would wear.

It looked like a portrait big enough to fill an entire wall.

‘What, what.’

‘Five hundred years ago, Cain and Shai had a famous painter paint the portrait.’

‘Cain? Shai?’

‘The Duke and Duchess of Melixia, five hundred years ago.’

‘The same great men who used their power to seal the demon?’

‘Yes. The great ones.’

Ah, I feel faint. The scale is getting too big.

‘And who are you, then?’

‘Me? You wouldn’t know it from looking at me. Didn’t the crown prince tell you about me? I’m not happy about this.’

The crown prince? Had he ever told me about her?

‘That black god…….’

‘Ah! I remembered. The Black God!’

‘I bet you know her name, the author of the Crazy Saintess?’

‘…Is it Dan?’

‘Bingo!’

‘The author……?’

‘Yep.’

‘You?’

‘Yep.’

‘The, the Mother of God?’

‘Yes.’

I was at a loss for words.

‘Was the writer a foreigner?’

‘Why do accidents go that way? Come back, to reality.’

The writer, or rather, Danya, or rather, God, chuckled merrily as if he found it very funny.

I muttered in despair.

‘No, but why are you trapping me here? More than that, why have I been brought back to life, then killed, then brought back to life, then brought back to life again.’

‘I know, you’re confused. That’s why I’ve come to give you back your memories.’

‘My memories?’

The grinning god patted my head.

‘I wasn’t going to give it back originally, but now I think I can. With Eros by your side, I’m sure you won’t be controlled by your memories.’

‘So you’re saying you would have been swayed before?’

‘I suppose so, but now you trust Iros, Mei, and Diane. I’m going to give them back, and we’ll talk about the rest afterward. It’s going to hurt.’

‘How much does it hurt…….’

I opened my mouth to ask how much it hurt, but she put her hand on my forehead and snapped the strange chain.

‘Holy shit.

You’re a god, a writer, you’re Nabal, and you didn’t tell me it hurt like this!

I could feel it vividly like something was piercing my brain and forcing memories into my head.

It hurt so badly that I thought I might as well be stabbed.

‘Ugh, ouch!’

‘Mum, that’s going to hurt. I’m done.’

‘I’m gonna kill you, I’m gonna kill you, I’m gonna-!’

I screamed for a long time, but as soon as I was released, my legs gave out and I fell to the ground in a heap.

‘Ha, ha, ha.’

‘Sorry. You’re in a lot of pain, aren’t you? It’s normal.’

‘I’m gonna kill you, woof!’

Squatting down in front of me, she grinned and patted me on the back.

‘So, how does it feel to have your memories back?’

‘Mmm. I’m pretty…….’

I closed my mouth, trying to think of something to say. Instead, tears rolled down my cheeks.

Iros crying the day I married the crown prince and begging me not to marry him, me marrying the crown prince and eventually killing him.

I, laughed as I watched him die, until the end of all my evil deeds, when Iros cried and slashed me.

‘Ugh, gulp, suck…….’

Tears streamed down my cheeks. I felt a tightness in my chest and a strangling sensation in my throat.

Everything came flooding back.

My whole life, the evil I’d done, my broken heart, the burning palace, and Airos coming to kill me.

Even the last wish I’d ever had.

‘Still, if I could have known this ending beforehand, if I could go back in time and live it all over again, I would have…….

I would have done things differently so I wouldn’t end up like this again.

‘You said. God, if you loved your creation, you would grant my wish.’

‘So. So you granted my wish?’

I shook my head, wiping the tears from my fluttering eyes.

Then the god shrugged his shoulders and spoke.

‘Me? No, why me?’

‘What?’

I asked incredulously, and she smirked, her eyes widening.

‘I only published the book you read, The Mad Saint, and left the rest untouched.’

‘But the crown prince said that you turned back time and gave him memories…….’

‘It’s too much for even a god to defy the law of causality. Why would I take such a risk for you, just one of many, many humans?’

‘But for the sake of the world’s balance