117 – The Sad Love Story of a Certain Villainess -1-
[Q. The Sad Love Story of a Certain Villainess.]
In a story you don’t know.
Your butler, Ricardo, couldn’t overcome dark magic.
Your dark magic failed, and the only side effect was that your butler, Ricardo, suffered.
Decaying.
Becoming unable to move in bed.
On the day he shed tears on the pillow due to excruciating pain.
What were you doing at that time?
Nurse Ricardo, who has caught a cold.
1. Provide nursing care that satisfies Ricardo. (1/1)
2. Boil soup to death for Ricardo. (1/1)
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[Would you like to read it?]
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It was the third time. The sight of a blue window.
The first was a story about the past when Ricardo would have died from dark magic if he hadn’t been there.
The second was a story about Ricardo overcoming the aftermath of dark magic for me.
And the third was a story about Ricardo failing to overcome the aftermath of dark magic…
Olivia’s pupils trembled slightly. She was afraid of the tragedy caused by her stubbornness.
Of course, the events that would be seen from now on were hallucinations that would not happen in reality, but at the same time, they could also happen.
It felt like my heart was being squeezed.
Should I call it a premonition?
A premonition of things that could very well happen.
Olivia couldn’t find a reason why the blue window was showing her such hallucinations. Whether it was a punishment for living badly or a joke from the gods, she didn’t know, but Olivia couldn’t easily brush off the hallucinations shown by the blue window.
It was just a hallucination that couldn’t be real.
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It was a problem that could be easily dismissed by closing her eyes tightly, but she couldn’t dismiss it lightly.
Even though she had the will to not read, she chose to see the terrible hallucinations instead of running away.
How foolish.
The vivid hallucination, feeling as if directly experienced, always shook Olivia’s shoulders.
“Sigh…”
A deep sigh escapes.
What kind of trouble had she gotten into this time?
The thought that she might not be able to handle the hallucination she’s about to witness suddenly passes through Olivia’s mind.
If it were a lighthearted matter, it would be a story suitable for amusement, but her mind keeps getting heavier.
All of this.
It could be the whims of a capricious god.
Or the mischief of a damn devil.
But there must be a reason for showing these things.
Olivia decided to respond to the mischief of the damn god, nodding her head with a heavy heart, considering it a punishment for living badly.
[Would you like to read?]
“Yeah.”
〈3rd Side Story〉 ‘The Sad Love Story of a Certain Villainess’ begins its reading.
With the pounding sound of her excited heart, Olivia’s vision plunges into pitch darkness.
Since Olivia had some expectation of what the blue window would reveal about the future, she closed her eyes with a somewhat arrogant attitude, thinking it wouldn’t be as surprising as last time.
Because it’s something that hasn’t happened yet.
[Reading will begin.]
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[It’s 10 minutes before the reading starts.]
A familiar space.
Not Hamel’s mansion.
My room located in the capital mansion.
On the ceiling, Mikhail’s picture was attached, and on the desk, photos of Mikhail taken by a photographer were developed and framed.
The place where Olivia, with open eyes, stood was both familiar and filled with bad memories that made her pupils tremble.
She had liked Mikhail.
A place with memories that Ricardo had tried to suppress.
The calendar pointed to a time six months ahead, marked by dark magic.
Still murky, still seemingly fond of Mikhail.
Olivia clenched her fist at her immature self. She asked her hallucination why she was still liking him, what was good about it, but there was no answer.
The clock showed 7:10 PM. A bright full moon on an early night. In the quiet space lit by subtle lanterns, Olivia stood still without exploring the room.
She didn’t want to look at the room filled with old memories. If possible, she wanted to tear the photos on the ceiling and desk. Not because she disliked Mikhail, but because she felt pathetic still indulging in such actions. Olivia didn’t raise her head; she just wished for time to pass.
As the 10 minutes passed, feeling the difference between now, with a departed heart, and when she had emotions, the clock’s ticking warned the beginning of the story.
[Reading will commence.]
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*Bam!*
“Say it again, you.”
As if breaking the handle, a rough woman opened the door and passed by Olivia.
Her hallucination, now with healthy legs and fierce eyes, loaded strength to her toes, sat on the chair with a sound of “thud, thud!” as she shouted.
“Say it properly with your own mouth.”
Crossing her legs, the version of herself inside the hallucination with a stern gaze seemed visibly angered. It wasn’t the anger stemming from trivial matters, like having chocolate stolen; rather, it was the boiling rage rising from deep within, directed at the man cautiously entering through the open door.
“Ricardo. Say it again.”
Ricardo carefully closed the door and turned his body.
“I’m sorry.”
As Ricardo’s figure registered in Olivia’s eyes, she let out a sigh, devoid of strength. Not out of surprise, but due to the stark contrast between now and the past.
‘Ricardo…?’
Olivia looked at Ricardo.
His once glossy red hair now appeared frizzy, as if tangled with sand, and his complexion was pale to the extreme.
And…
Ricardo’s hand trembled visibly. Trembled as if he had palsy. Always dressed in a white shirt, Ricardo awkwardly smiled and lowered his head.
“I’m truly sorry.”
The version of herself within the hallucination failed to notice Ricardo’s change, but the real Olivia, who had always seen a healthy Ricardo, could immediately sense the difference.
‘Hurt…?’
Ricardo was holding his right arm with his left hand. The veins of the tightly gripped left arm, as if commanding him not to tremble anymore, caught Olivia’s eyes.
‘Why?’
The version of herself in the hallucination glared at such Ricardo and pulled out an envelope from her embrace.
[Resignation Letter]
“Ha.”
Reading the scribbled handwriting with a frown, the version of herself in the hallucination muttered, “He wrote it so no one could read it.” In response to her cold reaction, Ricardo, as always, flashed a charming smile and apologized.
– Ahahahaha… I’m sorry.
I apologize.
Olivia’s pupils were shaking visibly as she looked at Ricardo, who was bowing his head, apologizing for not being skilled in writing.
“He wrote better than usual….”
Olivia knew how bad Ricardo was at writing. As their time together grew longer, she naturally learned that it was something he couldn’t easily fix.
So.
In the hallucination, Olivia could instantly sense that Ricardo’s resignation letter, which he was holding, had more sincerity than usual.
No need for interpretation; she could read it without effort.
Olivia knew how much he had struggled and put in effort. How much time he spent erasing and rewriting that letter.
In the hallucination, I frowned at Ricardo, gazing at him. In the hallucination, I threw the resignation letter I held under Ricardo’s feet and spoke to him with a disdainful look.
“Are you quitting?”
Ricardo, smiling awkwardly, picked up the fallen resignation letter and clasped his hands, gripping it tightly.
“Yes, I’m going to quit being the lady’s butler now.”
In the hallucination, I arrogantly raised my head and spat out words, urging him to give a reason. In a conceited voice, the past me, completely dominating the relationship with Ricardo, spoke to the hunched-over Ricardo.
“What’s the reason? Not enough salary?”
The past me, who could say things that the current me couldn’t dare to, was bragging about the relationship with Ricardo, completely unaware of the impact on the family. I hadn’t been hurt, hadn’t been exposed to dark magic, and at that time, Ricardo had suffered the full aftermath of dark magic. I was arrogantly boasting, oblivious to what Ricardo had gone through because of me.
And Ricardo had sad eyes.
Staring at the resignation letter in his hand with eyes that seemed ready to well up at any moment, Ricardo was simply gazing at it blankly.
“I want to quit because it’s tough.”
“What?”
With a wry smile, Ricardo announced the farewell, exhaling a deep sigh and speaking to me with a trembling voice.
“Your personality is so peculiar, Miss.”
“…What did you just say?”
“I endured it for 13 years. Since I’ve saved a lot of money, even if I don’t become a lord, I’ll open a shop in the outskirts, relax, and live a healing life.”
“My personality is filthy?”
“Yes.”
In the hallucination, I sighed as if in disbelief and opened my cold eyes.
“Don’t talk nonsense. What’s wrong with my personality?”
“Well, nothing’s wrong… Why am I like this?”
Ricardo cautiously pushed the crumpled resignation letter on the table with both hands.
Even in Ricardo’s laughter, bidding a sad farewell with a bitter smile, I was just seething with anger in the hallucination.
“Are you really quitting?”
“Yes.”
“Let me tell you in advance, I won’t stop you. I was already planning to cut ties because your nagging was irritating, but I endured it because of the contract.”
“That’s fortunate.”
Tears glistened in Ricardo’s eyes. In the farewell with moist eyes, I could sense something.
It’s not just a resignation.
Preparing for a farewell.
– Miss.
Ricardo lowered his head with a bright smile.
– Take care. And…
– Liked you.
Olivia couldn’t hear Ricardo’s words, barely audible.
Olivia in the hallucination.
Olivia now.
The sound was too faint to hear.
[Perspective shift]
this one is “Death End” route