The Villain Who Robbed the Heroines chapter 260

260─Epilogue

April.

The season when spring is born and ripens.

The weather, which had been chilly during the morning and night, became warm and cozy.

And Fersen, who was looking after Euphemia in her bedroom, turned her head towards her maid who entered after her light knock.

“Master. “They say all the work you entrusted me with has been completed.”

“Is that so?”

After looking down at her sleeping Euphemia and leaving her care to her maids, Fersen lifted her up and left her room.

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Immediately after, she entered the studio set up separately in the annex and was met with a faint smell of sweat and a strong smell of paint.

“Oh, are you here?”

She said, “I heard the work is all finished.”

“Yes!”

“Will you show me?”

“Hey, come this way.”

Artists hired by sending people directly to Rosenberg.

Fersen followed her lead and walked forward to see the results of the work they had completed.

For this moment, even though it was nauseating, she had a meeting with Alfred’s old monster, Corleone, and Fersen hoped that she would not be disappointed.

“…… “

But perhaps it is because they are artists who have made a name for themselves in Rosenberg, the mecca of art and culture.

The results that she saw with her own eyes were absolutely perfect.

She has direction ── Although she drew the rough sketch herself, the fact that she matches the imaginary result without an error would be the greatest satisfaction from the client’s point of view.

And the artists hired by Fersen also clenched their fists when they saw him appreciating their work without saying a word.

Because they also had accumulated experience and insight, they realized that Fersen had succeeded through her reaction.

Tranquil silence without a word.

When appreciating a work of art, is there any higher praise that is more certain than that?

“It’s okay to just go out now. Don’t worry, the maid waiting outside the annex will take care of your remuneration.”

“Yes! Thank you for your effort.”

The artists who gather up their tools scattered around the workshop and go outside let out a sigh of relief, realizing that the work is finally over.

To be honest, conservatives are conservatives, but the reason they accepted Fersen’s request was also to build a relationship with Brutein.

“Rather than that…… “Honestly, isn’t it surprising?”

“I did that. “I didn’t think she was the type of person who would prepare a gift like this for her wife.”

“I was worried that Azalea’s dress, which was displayed in the center for reference, might get paint on it…… “

“hehehehe. “Everyone probably thought the same thing.”

The artists, who briefly described what happened while working on the commissioned work and their reviews, naturally opened their eyes wide when they saw the compensation they received in front of the annex.

“At this point, I think he was planning on beheading us when he soiled Azalea’s dress.”

Is it possible to receive such a large amount unless the life allowance is included?

Each of the artists blinked, and belatedly burst into laughter as they saw enough gold coins to flow out that they could hold them with one hand.

* * * * *

For a really long time, Fersen, who had been looking at the paintings that artists had finished working on in the workshop of a separate building, turned around.

And then, he stopped for a moment in Brutein’s garden–when he saw Uriel enjoying a tea party there with the daughters of various noble families gathered together.

Then, another lady who discovered him looked at her, and everyone, including Uriel, followed suit, and Fersen lightly waved his hand.

‘…… ‘

Really, Yuriel gives a bright smile despite this trivial greeting.

‘All these years, it was you who waited for me every time.’

So, Yuriel.

‘This time I…’ … ‘I’m waiting for you.’

* * * * *

“Ha…… “

Late at night.

Yuriel climbed into the carriage accompanied by her maids and leaned against the window with a sigh.

A letter from my grandfather, who hastily summoned me for some reason.

Does she know that she is not alone?

Of course, his grandfather would be as obsessed with this unborn child as he was himself.

The fact that he called me so urgently instead of coming to see me in person probably means that something important has happened.

Jikkeun.

Yuri El tilts his neck back, pressing his temples as if he has a slight headache.

The carriage is already starting to leave Brutein.

Yuriel closed his eyes as he looked at the landscape of forests covered in thick darkness.

The carriage will be moving for quite a long time, so forcing the child to sleep will not cause any harm to the child.

Squeak.

However, less than 30 minutes after leaving Brutein, when his carriage stopped, Uriel, who had been taking a nap, opened his eyes and looked around his head.

What happened?

Yuriel was looking at her maids with some nervousness, but her maids did not answer Uriel’s doubts, but instead opened the door of her carriage, got out, and bowed down to her. Come.

As if in a quiet forest under the moonlight.

It seems like this is her destination.

“…… “

She was Uriel, who was on high alert as she feared there might be a risk of attack, but she also found it ridiculous that the maids of the Brutain family were being bribed by someone.

Therefore, Yuri El carefully got up and got out of her carriage and quietly followed the maids as she walked through the bushes.

“Ah…… “

Then, in the middle of the moonlight, there was a small cabin made of logs.

When the maids open the door to the cabin, a pure white dress is revealed next to a large mirror.

The words she wanted to ask what the hell this was were rising to the top of her throat, but what was suppressing them was vague anticipation.

“Come here. “We will make you the most beautiful woman in the world.”

“…… “

The moonlight coming in gently through the window had a truly magical charm.

Other than that, the maids who assisted him would not have been seen as fairies.

Sureuk.

With the help of her maids, Uriel changed into a pure white dress with Azalea’s name elegantly engraved on it. As she watched herself becoming more and more beautiful in front of her large mirror, her heart began to beat rapidly. I could feel it.

Soon after finishing her makeup, her maid stepped behind her, brought her a small box, and took off her shoes.

Open the box on the floor and carefully put on shoes that look exactly like the dress she is wearing.

Squeak.

Immediately after, the maids who had touched the moonlight and worked their magic on him opened the door to leave the hut……

Ttogak.

Yuri El slowly raised her body and took her steps.

Shoot──

Along with the warm spring breeze, you can hear the sound of rustling bushes.

And among them, she was soon able to see with her own eyes Uriel, who walked her steps following the moonlight that illuminated the path she had to take.

A small lake and numerous pictures arranged in two directions in front of it.

The first thing I saw was a baby lying in a cradle.

The picture placed on the opposite side, as if symmetrical, only has a different background, showing a newly born baby with wrinkles.

Ttogak.

But as we moved forward little by little, the babies in the picture began to grow.

It was hard to get a sense of it at first, but as clear characteristics and shapes slowly took shape.

It was not difficult for Uriel to realize that the picture on the left was Fersen, and the picture on the right was himself.

Yes, the paintings placed here express Fersen and his time.

Of course, he and himself.

It did not contain only happy memories.

When he was young, he was more often filled with tears and frustration than with a smile.

He also showed more of his struggles as he was deprived of his personal life and raised as a woman for him.

Then, suddenly, in front of the 13th picture, Uriel stopped his steps.

Because the picture that had always expressed only each person was showing two people for the first time.

On the right is himself sitting in his chair and looking at Fersen.

On the left is Fersen, sitting on a chair and looking at himself.

…… This was the first time he was denied the time he had raised and raised for himself.

Wicked.

As if he couldn’t stay calm, a faint pain spread from his chest.

But now, Yuriel accepted this as a memory of him and took a step forward.

14 Years old.

15 Years old……

The pictures that diverge again starting from the 13th picture only express each person’s life, but it is exactly the 23rd picture.

After a gap of 10 years, Fersen and himself met again there.

Until now, it was based on one year, but from now on, the pictures will be listed by splitting them into 12 months from last year.

Myself reunited with him at the academy.

He and himself, preventing attacks together.

He and I bicker to the extent that we don’t know if we are on good terms or bad.

And when she saw Ferzen and herself sitting together in Corleone’s mansion, her grandfather, who was deeply embedded in her mind, Uriel wiped away her tears.

Anxiety and fear that he did not come to pick me up at this time.

Even now, the joy and happiness that arose when he finally arrived cannot be expressed in words.

This is the 37th and final picture.

Spring in March, the year after we turned one year older.

The painting depicting the moment of reunion at the end of the war leads one from the past to the present.

“…… “

No, not now.

The 38th picture, which I had not seen before, in front of a lake shining softly under the moonlight, depicted the future, not the present.

Wearing a pure white dress, smiling and locking lips with a man wearing a neat black suit.

Ttogak.

As I get closer and lower my head, I see a phrase engraved in a familiar handwriting in the upper right corner.

「 Split the year into months. 」

「 Split the moon into days. 」

「 Divide the work into pieces. 」

「 Break the poem into pieces. 」

「 Divide the minutes into seconds. 」

「I hope that the memories with you engraved in my moment by moment become the flow of my time. 」

“Ugh…… ! Ugh…… !”

The words in the picture are engraved in elaborate yet concise handwriting.

When she read the whole thing, Uriel felt Fersen’s affection seeping into her, and she spontaneously burst into tears.

Is there a more romantic confession in the world?

Is there a more touching repayment of love in the world?

Jeobbuk.

The sound of footsteps is heard from the other side.

Even though she couldn’t see clearly because her tears were blocking her vision, how could Uriel not know that the man was Fersen?

“Uriel.”

“Yes…… “

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“There were so many mixed times.”

“…… “

“I guess that’s why the time you’re with me feels more precious.”

So, if my past mistakes and mistakes can be forgiven.

Be a little more greedy……

“Are you okay if I become the destination of your life?”

This is a stupid question.

What on earth is the meaning of receiving such permission now?

Still, Yuri El placed her hand over Fersen’s outstretched hand and answered with her bright smile on her face.

“Yes…… Please, be everything in my life…… “

She knew that Uriel would not refuse her.

However, the perception of seeing her expectations as reality was completely different, so Ferzen also hugged Uriel with a happy smile on her lips.

“I love you.”

“Me too…… Me too…… I love you.”

The last 38th picture that was not recorded in each other’s lives……

Page.

We are made up of each other’s present.

* * * * *

April 12th.

Some may wonder if the beginning of April has finally passed, but Fersen sat quietly in her study, dipping the nib of her pen in her ink, wondering if mid-April was already approaching.

Then he opens a blank book with no content written in it and reaches for the beginning.

What I want to record is the life of a villain named Fersen, who lived in this body.

Yes, this was the impression and review of a villain who finally got to the epilogue after struggling so ugly and miserable.

In that sense, the very first, introductory sentence will be virtually no different from the predetermined one.

「 Winter with pure white snow. 」

「 In Luerg, where the bitterly cold cold wave hits…… 」

「I became a villain who stole the heroine. 」

──Finished.