Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed

17. Deep Sea Bluebell (1)

17. Deep sea bluebell (1)

I can’t fix it.

That judgment is not mine.

To make the patient judge me.

Everything depends on the will of the healer.

However, Belua seemed to have no will to be corrected.

“I really want Bluebell to look at my dead body. It’s better if you watch me die.”

Belua spat out a crazy sound in an emotionless tone.

I furrowed my eyebrows and asked why.

“Why do you want to see your daughter die? It wouldn’t matter if I died somewhere else.”

“That’s right. Because Bluebell must see my death.”

“What do you mean by that?”

At my words, Beloi walked over to the bed and she flopped down.

She started talking casually as she lay on her bed.

“I did hear from my husband. You said you were Bluebell’s teacher, right?”

“Yes, I’m taking care of her teacher for a while.”

“Then you wouldn’t know either. How messed up my daughter is.”

Of course I know.

Bluebell is a rogue who harasses lowly servants.

“So, even if I pass away. I want to shock my daughter so she can get through it on her own. Fix your crazy personality.”

Shock therapy.

A method of discipline that causes a person to change behavior by giving a strong impact.

In fact, it can be effective if used in the right way.

“With that personality, he can’t live alone. I want to save you.”

Different from the emotionless tone of voice earlier, the tone of mournful emotions.

But I know the whole truth.

Everything she says is a blatant lie.

“That’s probably not the reason.”

“What?”

As soon as I finished my words, Bellua, who was lying on her bed, raised her body.

Then, as if she was genuinely curious, she tilted her head and asked.

“Why do you think so?”

Of course.

“Because I know why you want to show your body. And, what parent would show a corpse to fix her daughter’s character? Unless it drives you crazy.”

I know that I have read the novel.

Before Belua died, what kind of mind did she have?

I saw it properly through the description of the 3rd person point of view.

“It’s just that the Marquis de Bellois wants to be remembered forever by her daughter. She wants to somehow remain bad in her daughter’s memory.”

A topic that didn’t give Bluebell any help or anything.

“Don’t pretend to be for the sake of others. Because it’s disgusting.”

Belua twisted the corner of her mouth and glared coldly at me.

Unlike the first time, the atmosphere and expression changed 180 degrees.

“… How did you know that, amazing?”

Belua got out of bed and walked towards me.

“I didn’t tell anyone, I thought to myself. How did you know what I was thinking? Is a real genius different?”

Genius is a bit burdensome.

If I’m just going to die, I’d rather die somewhere else.

I glared at her Bellois with her intense eyes.

“That’s all right, I’ll say it again one last time. Doesn’t she intend to die somewhere else?”

“No, even if I die, I will die in the period mansion. And, I will be buried next to my husband.”

“Are you still planning to die in front of Bluebell?”

“Even if you know what I think. My thoughts are still the same If I’m going to die, I’ll show Bluebell my body. I’m in the world… “

I hate that b*tch the most.

“So that I can’t stand again. I hope you have a terrible experience.”

With those words, Belua smiled eerily.

I saw that and turned and headed for the door.

She didn’t have to talk to her anymore.

‘Looks like he has no intention of changing his plans.’

You’d better get out of here.

There’s nothing good about stimulating her now anyway.

“… Please spend the rest of the night quietly.”

Bang-!

With that said, I closed the door and walked down the hallway.

At the same time, a word popped into my head.

‘Crazy b*tch.’

‘The fiancé who punishes wicked women.’ Why the hell did this crazy novel set probability like this?

I understand why the villains become the villains.

I fell in love with its charm and even read the fifth.

However, when I tried it myself, it was too spicy.

Seeing the situation of the villains right in front of my eyes, I wanted to tear off the writer’s hair.

“Where in the world is a b*tch who is jealous of her husband and her daughter… “

Even the reason Belua gave birth to Bluebell is not normal.

There was also this description in the novel.

‘When I have a family. I thought you wouldn’t be depressed… Her husband’s attention is taken away by her daughter… More depressed… ‘

If there is room for sympathy, is depression passed down through heredity?

But even taking that into account, Bellois is her crazy b*tch.

‘And.’

Most importantly, she has a significant influence on Bluebell becoming a villain.

With the name of a parent, too.

On purpose.

“f*ck… !”

Bang-!!

I hit the wall with my fist.

“That’s called parents… “

It’s not a novel, but it’s more disgusting to see it in front of you.

I want to prevent Bluebell from approaching by any means.

For rehabilitation.

“I will stop at any cost…”

The best way is to get rid of it.

So that Bluebell can’t see it at all.

With that promise, I decided to move according to the plan.

***

Verdium Nadia.

The head of the Vertium duchy.

With a bored expression on her face, she received the lord’s paperwork.

“This document?”

“This is a document that organizes the taxes of the territory I manage… “

“… “

Nadia read the documents one by one.

Is there something wrong somewhere, or is there a problem somewhere?

He checked meticulously and his eyes shone.

“I found it.”

“… Yes?”

“There is a problem with taxes here. Didn’t I tell you last time?”

In lieu of lowering taxes.

Increase the conscription rate.

“Why didn’t you listen to me once I said it? Is money that good?”

“Okay, I was wrong-“

“It’s late.”

Kwajik-!

Nadia’s eyes lit up as her lord’s hand rolled on the floor.

His hands were neatly cut.

“Ah, ah-!! My, please save my life!!”

The lord begs for his life while stopping the bleeding.

Nadia said without emotion at the sight.

“Yes, I will spare your life.”

Because I can’t kill you.

If you die, I die.

Nadia got up from her chair, picked up a bandage and threw it at him.

“Stop the bleeding.”

“Yes, yes!”

“And disappear right before my eyes.”

The lord grabbed the bandage and immediately escaped from the office.

Nadia felt the satisfaction of seeing the blood on the floor.

“… If I hadn’t created a problem, I wouldn’t have gotten hurt. I like it.”

If she had any problems, she used this method to relieve her stress.

Seeing people break down is because it calms the mind and body.

“… Get hot though It is difficult to maintain authority. Darmian. If you were there, it would have made me feel a little better.”

You don’t even have to use a heavy tone.

We could have talked to each other in a comfortable atmosphere.

“I heard that the pursuers hit their arrows… I hope there are no scars left… “

Stupid chasing squad.

The legs should be matched, but why did the shoulders fit?

As an example, I smashed all the shoulders of the pursuers.

She was doing just fine by not killing people and injuring her.

Nevertheless, he still wanted to see Darmian.

Nadia muttered as she looked at her ring on her ring finger.

“Darmian… where did you go… ?”

I’ll see you someday by the oath.

Nadia was hungry and missed Darmian.

She wanted to feel the warmth of his hands again.

However, Darmian is not here, only his picture.

While thinking about Darmian like that, while taking a break.

“Mr. Nadia. A letter has arrived.”

The door opened and an attendant appeared holding two letters.

One is a letter from the academy.

The rest, one is a letter announcing the death of Marquis Irten.

It was a letter from the duke’s informant.

“The Marquis of Irten… “

“I am the head of the period family.”

“Is this a family caught up in a power struggle in the north? Rumors circulated that it would perish without the family head. I guess that’s right.”

The Marquis of Irten, who met his death due to the checks of the northern families.

The letter detailed how he met his death and how the funeral was held.

In that letter, there was a name that moved Nadia’s heart.

“Sinclair Damian. Being called a genius… “

Is it because his name is similar to Darmian?

I felt a deep curiosity about the name Damian.

“Since they are 12 years old, they are the same. After 2 years… “

Maybe we’ll meet at the academy.

If I get accepted into the academy.

You will meet a guy with the same name as Darmian.

The letter contained the news that Nadia hoped to enter the academy.

“… I can only draw pictures of Darmian. Will I be able to pass?”

Nadia can’t draw another picture.

Currently, she could only draw Darmian’s face.

Nadia crumpled up her letter and put it in her trash can. She

Although she knew that due to a pact, she would meet someday.

“I am thirsty. I want to get you in my hands right now.”

She was always missing Darmian.

***

Lessons.

Everyday.

A day passed normally.

Accordingly, Bluebell’s knowledge also accumulates one by one.

“Well, at this level, the class is easy now. It is very easy for me.”

“Didn’t you fail the exam 3 times and pass?”

“What, what!”

After a funeral, some time has passed.

Bluebell regained her usual cheerfulness.

She usually goes to class, because she was with Damian, and because she doesn’t sleep alone in the evening.

‘Damian. You idiot.’

Still, I’m the smartest person by my side.

Not as good as me.

Blue Bell thought so, looking at Damian organizing her class.

‘Your white hair is so unique. Blue eyes are pretty too. He looks pretty despite being a man.’

No luck.

But be nice.

He always stays with me and plays with me when I’m bored.

You’re different from the other idiots in the mansion.

“Damian the idiot.”

“Do you want to have a good night again?”

“I hate it. More than that, I have a question. Damian.”

“Yes, please.”

Really.

“Are you going to keep using respectful words? Don’t you want to be friends with me?”

Friends.

Bluebell wanted to be friends with Damian.

It was because she always used her own slang, and it was uncomfortable for Damian to use honorifics.

‘I feel a subtle sense of distance… ‘

Damian’s answer to Bluebell’s question was the same as before.

“Yes, I will continue to use honorifics.”

“Why! Just speak plainly!”

“Because I am a teacher and Lady Bluebell is a student.”

The need for proper distance.

However, Bluebell was not easily recognized.

“We’re the same age, so why don’t we speak informally!”

“I told you, teacher and student.”

“You are a part-time teacher! Then, are you going to use short words when you are done with your job as a teacher?”

“Probably so, although I won’t be seeing you for a long time anyway.”

“… What?”

What do you mean by that?

Nothing to see?

Blue Bell questioned with her annoyance.

“Why is there nothing to see? Are you going to live without seeing us?”

“I’ll see you someday, but when the contract ends, I have to leave.”

“… Are you saying you’re leaving me now?”

I don’t think so.

No way, you’re going to leave me behind?

Even though he didn’t inform me properly.

But, as if to shatter Bluebell’s heart, Damian said in a dry tone.

“I have a house too. Of course I have to go back.”

“… No.”

No.

I hate being alone.

When Damian leaves, everyone else in the mansion is no fun.

“Don’t bully the idiots in the mansion.”

“Yes, don’t bully me. They will leave.”

“By the way, why are you leaving? What am I going to do for a living?”

It’s no fun without you.

Bluebell said it back and forth.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t reach Damian.

“Without me, you have to study hard by yourself and enter the academy. You will see it then.”

“… No. I like it now.”

I hate it without you.

A word that does not come out of your mouth because of your pride.

Bluebell eventually raised her thorns as usual.

“… It’s always up to you. Just turn it off right now!! Ah. No, don’t go.”

Blue Bell roared loudly, pouting her mouth.

I heard that Damian, who was always with me and always by my side, suddenly disappears.

With melancholy, a sad future comes to mind.

‘No. No. I mean I don’t like it… ‘

I hate breakfast, I hate lunch, and I hate dinner.

It’s no fun without Damian.

‘I don’t want to be abandoned… The same goes for my mother, and the same for the attendants.’

I don’t want to be abandoned anymore.

I hate being alone.

If Damian tries to abandon me…

“… I will die.”

“… Yes?”

“I will die. I will die if you leave really.”

I won’t let Damian abandon me.

As Blue Bell uttered her words, she realized something about herself.

‘I can’t do anything alone. I can’t go to a funeral, and I can’t study. Damian needs to be by his side.’

Dependency.

Damian helps with the funeral and tells each and every detail for those who don’t know.

Blue Bell was naturally dependent on Damian.

And, she had no intention of breaking free from her dependence.

‘If Damian isn’t here, I might be better off dead. I hate being alone and scared of being alone.’

Because I was so scared and afraid of the future left alone without my dad and Damian.

A prickly exterior and a heart like the deep sea.

Blue Bell was dominated by her intense anxiety and depression.

Is it true that she says that children resemble their parents?

Looks similar to Belua in the past.

‘Why do my plans keep going awry?’

Damian felt very embarrassed by that appearance.