The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 91

91 – Our Family – Part 4 –

When I first arrived here,

I had possessed the body of a child in the slums.

A strangely thin body.

I opened my eyes to a frail frame that made a creaking sound even with a slight movement from the belly.

“What the hell? Dammit.”

The same face as my previous life.

Only the hair color was different. The body with the same face as my previous life was filled with memories that were not so pleasant.

Memories born from a courtesan.

I had taken over the body with memories of a miserable life that ended in starvation.

At first, I wandered a lot, cursing somewhere in the heavens that if they were going to make me possess, they should have made me a noble. But the human instinct for survival gave me enough passion to forget a miserable life.

Whether it’s possession or whatever, let’s just live for now.

So, I started begging.

“Beautiful eyes! The future husband is trembling.”

“hahahahaha? Did you just call me ‘nuna’ (big sister) now? I’m over 40 now, you know?”

“Oh my, sorry, it turns out you’re not a big sister but a lady.”

“Hohoho. This kid is quite entertaining.”

Although I had an ordinary body with nothing outstanding, I slowly began to change my life by reviving memories of making money at Seoul Station in my past life.

Regardless of what I had been, I had a career.

I lived like a loosened screw. Laughing at the empty cans of little beggars with shyness, going around saying ‘pathetic,’ and making fun of the crazy guy showing off his full can while mine was also full.

– What are you looking at, beggars?

Even in my own thoughts, I knew I was a madman.

After having the money I begged for stolen by a big guy, I once walked the gloomy night streets, holding a rock, offering greetings to doors.

– Did you eat well with my money, you orc?

– Uh… uh… uh…! Let’s talk without that thing.

– Excalibur brimming with the heart of love, you little one.

Around the time when I had spent a year in the alley life,

I naturally became the king of the alley.

I wasn’t involved with the gangs dealing with drugs or crimes, but I ruled as the king of the abandoned slum kids, abandoned by their parents.

– From today, call me ‘Boss.’

– I’m older than you.

– What’s that got to do with it? Earn more than me then.

– …If you make a lot of money, you can be the older brother.

I got beaten up a lot.

I even thought I might die, dragged away by other street kids for group lynching, but I survived stubbornly and became a hero for the slum kids.

Was I projecting the past of my orphaned previous life onto the kids? It didn’t feel good seeing malnourished kids.

It seemed like watching a difficult past, knowing better than anyone how hard it was to survive in the world as an orphan. It felt like the first time I did something selfless.

And I had to fill my stomach too.

I lived like that until I met the lady, and even before coming out to the slums with her guidance.

Begging. Fighting.

When evening came, he shared bread with the children using the money he begged for, all the while preaching about hope for a bleak future.

That was the life of a possessor named ‘Im Inhyuk’ from a past life.

And then, one day.

A silver-haired boy was abandoned by the roadside.

Covered in bruises all over.

In a state that wouldn’t be surprising even if he died right now.

– What the heck. Why is he here?

– Do you know him?

– No? It’s our first meeting.

– …?

[Mikhail Lv. 2]

[Occupation: Unemployed]

[Affinity: 50]

[Favorite Conversation Topics: Family, Hunger, Not being abandoned. Affection. Pain. Save me.]

– Let’s take him with us for now.

That was the first meeting between Mikhail and me.

He may not remember me, but…

*

Kyle was looking at me with cold eyes.

Holding a cigarette and exhaling white smoke into the cold winter air, Kyle’s blue eyes flickered with the emotion of anger.

“I sent you a letter a year ago.”

“It was about Mikhail.”

“I know it well.”

One year ago.

Kyle sent me a letter filled with anger. He wanted me to accurately explain how the lady came to practice dark magic and the reasons behind it. And he wrote a letter instructing me to report everything about Mikhail without leaving out a single detail.

It was a letter written out of love for his sister, feeling responsible for the damage caused to the nobility by the lady’s mistake.

It was a letter that had to be filled with malicious content about Mikhail.

About his personal relationships.

His weaknesses.

And even the people he holds dear, Kyle told me to write about it all.

In response to Kyle’s letter holding him accountable for disturbing the peace of the Desmundra family, I replied with a brief “I’m sorry. I cannot disclose that information” and sent it back.

Kyle was questioning me about the truth.

He was speaking calmly, but the anger simmering beneath the surface of the next heir was unimaginable.

As the silence lingered, Kyle magically lit a cigarette butt in his hand and turned it into ash. The heavy white smoke hung heavily over my shoulders.

“Why didn’t you send me information about that commoner?”

“I’m sorry.”

Kyle spoke to me in a heavy voice.

“I can’t understand it.”

Exhaling another sigh, Kyle calmly asked me again.

“I did a background check on him. I know everything from before he was adopted into the Roxanne Abbey until now.”

“…”

“It was harder than I thought. It cost quite a bit of money to dig up the commoner’s identity, and it took a long time too.”

“You’ve been through a lot.”

“Yeah, I’ve been through a lot… But you know what? The more I dug, the less I found. Living as an academy student after growing up in a convent. That’s all the information I managed to extract from that guy in a year. If there’s one thing I’ve finally figured out….”

Kyle took out a small piece of paper from his pocket and showed it to me. It was a photo of children smiling brightly. Above them hung a banner that read ‘Free Soup Kitchen,’ and a red-haired boy with a pensive expression was hugging a silver-haired boy tightly, who was laughing joyfully.

“That commoner who wields a sword, he’s also from a poor neighborhood like you. Do you have anything to say about this?”

There was a long silence.

Kyle asked for an answer, but I couldn’t easily respond.

I didn’t want to talk about the past, so remaining silent was all I could do. It was a somewhat melancholic past after all.

As the silence lingered, Kyle let out a deep sigh.

“I don’t think you approached the Deathmancer with any malice. If you did, I would have found out a long time ago, and my father would have killed you.”

“I never had any intention like that.”

“What I’m curious about is this.”

Kyle’s blue eyes gleamed with a hint of crimson as he asked me.

“Tell me what you know about him.”

“May I ask why you’re so interested?”

“I’m going to hold him accountable.”

Kyle said in a chilling voice. The kind and gentle demeanor he had shown us so far was replaced by a voice filled with cold vengeance.

“I’m going to make him suffer slowly, starting from the people he cares about, and then I’ll ask him to take responsibility for what he’s done.”

“It’s a meaningless endeavor.”

“Is it meaningless what my sister went through?” Kyle replied to me without hesitation.

“That jerk hurt Olivia.”

“The fault is ours.”

“But the result is that Olivia got hurt.”

“And Mikhail too, because of us…”

“Whose side are you taking now?”

As Kyle clenched his fist and shouted, the worry in my heart deepened even more.

“Ricardo, do you think it makes sense for a commoner like you to defy nobility?”

“No, I don’t. I simply said that because I am Mikhail’s friend.”

“Friend? I heard that you and that commoner guy don’t get along well at the academy. Can you really call yourselves friends?”

“…”

“You hit the nail on the head.”

Kyle spoke to me again.

“I intend to make that commoner guy understand the weight of the name ‘Desmond’.”

“The young lady wouldn’t like that.”

“…”

When the young lady’s name came up, Kyle hesitated. Seizing the opportunity, I expressed an opinion unrelated to the topic to Kyle.

“He used to be someone she liked, right? Even if her feelings have faded, I think she would dislike it if Mikhail got hurt because of her.”

“You’re arrogant. I actually think she would like it instead.”

I looked at the third floor of the mansion where the young lady was asleep and said to Kyle,

“No, she won’t. Even you don’t know, Kyle. Despite her enjoyment of defeating people, she dislikes killing.”

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“…”

“Even if she desires that…”

I spoke to Kyle with a firm gaze.

“I cannot disclose information about it.”

If I were to tell Kyle about Mikhail, it would undoubtedly put Uriah in danger.

Already destined to sweep the dusty ground in the middle of the novel, both Mikhail and Uriah, I didn’t want Kyle to endure meeting such a colossal evil.

Mikhail is indifferent, but not Uriah.

Kyle took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.

“Ah… as expected.”

Nodding as if he expected this, Kyle took something out of his pocket and extended it to me.

“Keep this until tomorrow evening.”

[I won’t lie.]

“If it were me a year ago, I would have killed that guy.”

“…”

“But Olivia seems to have grown a bit. Let’s overlook it as a light warning. If something like this happens again…”

“I will handle it at that time.”

“We called each other friends, didn’t we?”

“Now he’s an enemy. That lolicon brat.”

“Lolicon?”

“It’s a dangerous remark that could get you captured by the Imperial Army.”

Kyle clenched his lips shut.

“I should be careful.”

Handing over the wooden sign and dusting off his hands, Kyle turned away and walked toward the mansion, concluding his words.

And.

-Pause.

“Thank you for looking after Olivia.”

With a gentle remark, he expressed gratitude to me.

*

The next morning.

The young lady, wearing a puffy expression, looked at the corner of the corridor where she had been punished yesterday and asked,

“What are you doing?”

“Receiving punishment.”

“Was I like that yesterday too?”

“Yes.”

The young lady’s expression contorted.

“eeek!!! Oppa!!!!!”

Seeing the remorseful young lady, I chuckled softly.