A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 10.2
“Who… Who said that? What bastard dared to say such a thing…!”
“You just said it yourself, a moment ago though? That you thought I might’ve been pretty badly hurt.”
“That was…!”
“Thanks to you, I was in a coma for a week, lost all my memories, and turned into an idiot. Thanks a lot.”
All I did was tell him things turned out just as he wanted, but for some reason, he lashed out like someone who’d been attacked out of nowhere.
“That was just an accident! The Gate, the situation was… not good…! See, you’re alive and well now, aren’t you!”
“Sure, whatever. I don’t remember anything anyway, so let’s just say, as you insist, that it was simply an accident.”
“It’s not just ‘let’s say’—it’s the truth. Who was it? Who told you that kind of nonsense? Was it Ethan? Or Dylan Frederick?!”
“What does it matter? Anyway, I’m telling you that I’m not going to make a bigger issue out of it and will just forget about it, so I hope you’ll do the same.”
“…….”
“You’re smarter than me, so I’m sure you’ve got the brains to understand what I mean, yes?”
Returning his own words to him exactly as he’d said them, he stared at me with a stunned expression.
It didn’t matter to me if he got it or not.
“I don’t think there’s anything more for us to talk about. Take care on your way out.”
With that, I stood up from my seat.
It was right as I was about to walk toward the door.
Suddenly, my skirt was pulled taut, and behind me, a pitiful voice called out.
“…Edith.”
“…….”
“I’m in pain.”
Feeling strange, I turned my head.
Was he possessed by a ghost or something?
Just moments ago, he’d been so desperate to tear me down, but now he was looking up at me with a pitiful face.
His pale complexion and bloodshot eyes really did make him look like someone sick.
Vincent, who had changed his face in an instant, clung to my skirt like a child afraid of being abandoned and said,
“My head’s spinning… I can’t breathe properly. Looks like too much miasma has accumulated.”
“…….”
“At this rate, I might go on rampage again. Even so, are you just going to leave me here? Hm?”
Those words made me recall the past of the Male Lead #2 that I’d forgotten.
「 Vincent lost his mother to his rampage immediately after awakening, leading to an unstable childhood.
The Marquis of Leandro, unable to lose his only son, borrowed an ancient relic from the imperial family to temporarily seal Vincent’s ability.
Barely regaining his stability, Vincent went on to become an S-Class Awakener, but had an extreme fear of miasma erosion.
That trauma later became a key factor in why he fell in love with Llewellyn. 」
‘Right, that was part of his backstory.’
I reevaluated the crazy bastard in front of me.
In the novel, he was always a reliable friend-like lover, but whenever he sensed the slightest danger of losing control, he would burrow into Llewellyn’s arms like a child, begging to be purified.
The typical male lead who triggers the female lead’s maternal instinct.
‘So he didn’t do this only with the female lead after all.’
Now that I see it, he must’ve acted like this whenever he was at a disadvantage.
If it were Edith, who knew his past better than anyone, she would’ve pitied him and done whatever he asked.
Realizing the general situation, I slowly closed my eyes. Then, when I opened them again…
Seeing the rampage value above his head made my mind go cold.
It was about time for him to get purified, but it wasn’t immediately dangerous.
Compared to Eston, it was a number he could easily endure.
I decided to show cold reality to this guy who must have heartlessly mocked and trampled all over the only sincerity, the only bit of softness Edith ever showed.
“So?”
“…Huh?”
“So what?”
“E…dith?”
Sure enough, just as I expected, he blinked rapidly in confusion.
It must be hard to comprehend why the pushover who always got flustered and worried over him would act like this.
His red lips, which had been quivering as he faked pain and pitifulness, trembled uncontrollably.
“Hurry up and go find that Llewellyn of yours to get purified. Or just go back home and put yourself in quarantine. Don’t cause trouble here.”
“Trouble…? Did you say trouble?”
Finally, all expression vanished from Vincent’s face.
Maybe it was the first time he’d ever heard such words from Edith—or from anyone.
But what could he do? The foolish girl he once knew was no longer here.
“Yes, trouble.”
I gave him a cold, mocking smile.
“What, wasn’t it enough to pretend not to see me in the Gate? Do you want me to die in your rampage, too?”
Maybe that hit the mark. His hand holding my skirt started to tremble violently.
Even that felt repulsive.
“So annoying.”
Smack—!
I said it bluntly and forcefully slapped his hand off my skirt.
I was about to walk away when I felt something caught in my grip.
I glanced down and saw that the jasmine flower stem he’d given me earlier was crushed in my hand.
With a sigh, I tossed it at his feet.
“And, I don’t like flowers.”
“…….”
“I have a pollen allergy. Oh, or did you do that on purpose and I just didn’t notice?”
See? Those thirteen years mean nothing at all.
As the golden eyes that had once shone so brilliantly shattered with shock, I finally left the drawing room.
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