The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 108

108 – The Sad Love Story of a Girl – Part 3

The host continued the commentary with a clear voice.

“The boy who had become an adult tried hard to escape from his pitiful destiny. Now, not only did he want to fulfill his own destiny, but he also wanted to fulfill the dream of the quirky girl who had rolled in like a crumpled pumpkin.”

The host’s elegant voice was neither stiff nor emotional, but rather low and refined.

Behind the host, the boy and the girl continued to bicker. The audience laughed as the little actors fought over the chocolate, grabbing each other’s hair.

“Hahaha! Look at those little ones!”

“Redhead, come and fight!”

“Don’t support the fallen nobleman!!”

The young lady in the audience frowned at the laughter of the spectators. Crossing her arms, she sighed and spoke confidently.

“It’s only natural for the strong to prevail! Whether it’s a fallen nobleman or a commoner, the strong one can seize the chocolate… There’s no courtesy when it comes to chocolate!”

“It’s only natural for the strong to prevail!”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter at the sight of the young lady delivering the same lines as the actors.

“Hahaha! You came to see this play in secret, didn’t you? How can you say the same thing!”

Blushing, the young lady clenched her fist and menacingly approached, calling me “mister,” but I found her cute and handed her a caramel popcorn with a small smile.

“Why!”

“For you to enjoy.”

“Um. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

The young lady, now gentle in front of the food, smiled and focused on the play.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes?”

“Did I do the same?”

Watching Lucía fight with the boy, grabbing his hair, the lady spoke with vacant eyes. I shook my head in denial, responding with words of negation.

“Your actions were more intense.”

“…No. I didn’t grab his hair. We fought with fists.”

“Isn’t that even more intense?”

“The world of competition has its own cold rules.”

…”

The lady was as passionate about chocolate as justice.

After continuing their small talk,

the host once again took the spotlight and continued the commentary.

-The boy did his best for success.

-Starting with begging in the slums, selling stolen items to make a little profit, the boy’s wallet gradually swelled.

From jewels stolen in pickpocketing.

To fabric from the jewels.

Selling a small house from the dress, accumulating much wealth.

In the process, fighting a lot with Lucía.

Despite Lucía’s jealousy, quarreling over the boy who only worked without playing, their relationship was weaving a strong knot of friendship.

Just that, a small seed of love timidly sprouted in the boy’s heart.

The small seed of love that had been harbored in his heart grew even more as the boy aged.

During adolescence, the boy’s heart would race when he caught sight of Lucia’s body or when he gazed upon her beautiful face as she peacefully slept, leaning on her shoulder.

The boy, suspecting love, thought to himself,

“Oh, this could be trouble.”

The relationship that began with sympathy gradually grew into a rosy love. Lucia started watering the small sprout the boy had planted.

“I’m going to marry a wonderful man later!”

“A wonderful man…? Who could that be?”

“Noble, tall, handsome, and rich! Money would be nice too!”

The boy chuckled, folding his fingers.

“Three out of three, I guess.”

The little murmurs of the boy faded away as the young actors disappeared backstage. Slowly emerging from both ends of the stage were the protagonists, now grown-ups.

Lucia, once in tattered dresses, had transformed into an elegant woman wearing a sophisticated dress. The boy, now a merchant, confidently walked in a neat conqueror’s attire.

Spotlights illuminated the scene.

Bright spotlight on Lucia.

Dark spotlight on the red-haired boy.

Emotions began to surface on the faces of the actors under different intensities of light.

Lucia with a radiant smile.

And the boy, bowing his head in the darkness.

As the heavy music played, the stage unfolded.

The lady’s expression was somber.

“The young lady’s expression looks dark. Do you need to go to the bathroom?”

“No. I’m just feeling a little heartbroken.”

“Hmm…”

I shrugged my shoulders, looking at the boy’s dark face.

“It’ll be okay. It won’t end in a happy ending, will it?”

“The title is ‘A Sad Love Story.'”

“I see.”

The conclusion of love in my mind was always a happy ending, but the flow of the ending of the play was telling a sad ending.

A story similar to mine.

The circumstances and situations were a little different, but the emotions contained within were similar.

Being hurt by indifference.

Embracing futile hope.

I negatively accepted the boy walking on a similar path as my past self.

Because I always hoped for a happy ending.

So, in a voice that wouldn’t be heard, I murmured softly.

“I am different.”

I smiled, gently pulling the cheek of the lady watching the play with both hands clasped.

“I’m good looking, that’s why.”

“Ah! Why did you pinch me!”

“Just because.”

The play continued.

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– Connections between people never cease.

– The boy who realized love tried to become the man Lucia liked, but Lucia did not look at the boy.

Two contrasting stages were depicted, forming a single curtain. Elements of the magically created stage quickly disappeared and repeated construction.

The stage where Lucia stood was bright, a hall filled with people.

The place illuminating the boy was a cold, windy street. The boy, constantly working and jotting down something in his notebook, seemed happy with a small smile.

– When I become a noble, I should confess.

The smile, reminiscent of containing a small excitement, seemed like looking at my past self. Unpleasant, to say the least.

– Lucia, who used to be indecisive, lived satisfied with the small happiness the boy provided.

– I got into the academy!

– Really…? You were supposed to work with me.

– If I become smarter, I can help you!

– If you want to go, you should.

– Handling a lot of tuition alone, you say.

– As Lucia gained more friends, she gradually forgot about the boy.

– When are you coming? It’s my birthday today… Did you forget?

– Gradually, Lucia began to drift away from the boy.

The stage changed to the boy’s room.

With an excited face, Lucia expressed her love to the boy, and we saw the boy looking at Lucia with a bewildered expression.

– I have someone I like.

-…Who is it?

Anticipation within.

-Lucas, 3rd year at the Academy. Noble! From a small family, but incredibly handsome…! Kind!

-…Huh?

Disappointment settled.

-Lucia, is that true…

-Will you cheer for us?

Desperation.

A sense of disappointment was creeping onto the boy’s face. The face of a boy who, for decades, loved someone, now crumbling upon hearing the tale of that person suddenly loving another.

But the boy couldn’t show it.

Lucia’s happiness was his happiness.

-Congratu…lations.

The boy awkwardly smiled, supporting Lucia’s love.

As the boy congratulated Lucia with a bitter smile, the flow of the play approached its conclusion.

-The boy silently supported Lucia’s love, concentrating on his own work, thinking that Lucia’s happiness was his own.

-Working hard to fulfill Lucia’s dream of becoming a noble, and patiently waiting for the day she would return.

The stage began to darken.

Like a powerful wind rushing towards the audience, accompanied by majestic music, as if racing towards the end of the play.

-Lucia. That man is dangerous.

-What do you know!

– Please, listen to me! Just listen to me once, can’t you?

– Be quiet!

The person Lucía liked was a murderer.

The boy unintentionally saw the true identity of the man Lucía liked, and the boy began tearing Lucía apart.

It was an extreme story, but the audience could comprehend the fervor to an extent that sent shivers down their spines.

And the boy.

– Look. I told you I’m a bad person.

Died in place of Lucía.

It was a cold, rainy street.

Blood flowed from the boy’s abdomen, and the man Lucía liked met death at the hands of the boy, collapsing as a cold corpse.

The boy, with a dark expression, embraced Lucía, who was trembling under a faint spotlight.

– I hate dirty things, but I’m sorry. I felt like I had to say it today, or I wouldn’t be able to.

The boy’s voice, softly spreading in the silence, wasn’t a desperate cry but a calm one, yet it carried a profound sense of immersion.

At this moment, where not even the slightest sound could be heard from the audience, the boy, trying to staunch the blood trickling from his lips, spoke with a trembling voice.

– I love you.

Lucía came to understand the feelings for the boy.

But it was too late.

*

“…Are you crying?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Hm.”

“Don’t tease me!”

After the play.

The lady, unable to shake off the lingering emotions easily, sat down and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief.

Known as a villain with a nickname that she wouldn’t bleed even if pricked with a needle, the lady with a warm heart, merging into love, sniffed once, tilted her head, and wiped her eyes.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes.”

The lady spoke with a moist voice.

“Ricardo, you must not die.”

I grabbed the lady’s cheek and said, “I won’t die.”

[The touch of rehabilitation can be reused.]

“Absolutely not.”

I smiled faintly.