A World Where You All Are The Villains - Chapter 33.2
Even so, the unresolved questions kept swirling in my head.
‘What’s a Gate Wave? And here… even the monsters have names. Their forms are elaborate, too.’
The monsters in the modern world I lived in had no such form.
They looked like filthy sludge or clumps of corpses, grotesque and bizarre in ways I couldn’t even describe.
Sometimes they had no eyes, nose, or mouth, and other times, dozens of them. Their appearance was different every time, depending on the Gate, so it was hard to even give them names.
That’s why, in the modern world, monsters were classified according to their methods of attack.
For example, ‘fire-type beast’, ‘poison-type beast’, and so on.
Of course, in <How to Save a Forsaken World>, it wasn’t as if monsters’ names never appeared.
‘But that’s just because it’s a novel. Because it was written as a story, I thought the author just made up names to make it easier to understand…’
If I’d known it would come to this, I would have read more carefully.
Clicking my tongue in regret, I finally left the corridor and arrived at the adjacent building.
It was the guest quarters.
Since the female lead hadn’t yet become the Emperor’s adopted daughter, Llewellyn should be staying here.
Just as Eston said, several guards stood in front of her residence.
Because I needed to sneak in, I silenced my footsteps and headed to the back of the building.
Fortunately, there was no one guarding the back door, where servants frequently came and went.
I opened the back door and stepped inside, walking boldly as if I were one of the nobles staying here.
Perhaps because the banquet was in full swing, the interior was quiet.
From time to time, I encountered maids cleaning, but they only bowed their heads and passed by, not thinking anything strange of me.
‘First door on the left, third floor.’
I quickly climbed the stairs, repeating my destination to myself.
Eston’s experience working in the Imperial Palace really proved useful.
I’d only asked just in case, but it was absolutely the right call.
I was now on my way to find the female lead, who hadn’t appeared at the banquet.
‘What on earth is she doing that she’s being so quiet? If she’s not in the palace, where did she go? I need to find at least a clue.’
Ever since my eyes met Male Lead #4—whose rampage meter had reached 95%—I just couldn’t sit still.
I can accept that the events in the novel and what’s actually happening are different.
After all, the moment I transmigrated into this world and as Edith, who should have died but came back to life, everything became an error.
‘But if you’re the female lead, you should at least do your job as the female lead!’
Why would she disappear without a word to the male leads, putting innocent people under suspicion?
If you’re going to leave, at least take those crazy bastards with you!
“Huff, huff…”
At last, I reached the third floor and hurried to stand before the first door.
I steadied my breathing, which had grown rapid.
Honestly, I was a bit nervous.
I had always thought we’d meet sooner or later, but I didn’t expect to come looking for the female lead myself.
Doing my best to brace myself, I raised my hand and knocked lightly.
Knock, knock.
“Llewellyn, are you in there? It’s me.”
“……”
“Llewellyn?”
Knock, knock.
I knocked on the door again, but no answer came.
‘She really isn’t in the palace?’
Biting my lip in frustration, I gently grasped the doorknob.
If it was locked, I would’ve just turned back.
Even coming this far on a whim was already pushing my luck.
‘It might have been more efficient to just hire a private detective or something…’
My thoughts didn’t go any further.
Click, creeeaak—
With a satisfying sound of the latch, the door swung open far too easily.
‘…Damn it.’
Now I had no choice but to go in.
Blinking back tears, I stepped inside.
“…Llewellyn, are you here?”
The dark room was unlit.
A faint moonlight seeped through the window, but my eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness, so I couldn’t move around carelessly.
Standing in the doorway, I reached out to grope for the side table near the door.
For convenience, there’s usually a candle set out nearby.
‘Of course.’
Fortunately, my hand found a tabletop candlestick.
I lit the candle, checked the corridor to see if anyone was there, then entered the room.
I closed the door, leaving just a slight gap.
If I heard anyone approaching, I’d need to hide or run right away.
Candle in hand, I turned around—
“…What the—?”
I froze on the spot.
As expected of the Imperial Palace, even a guest bedroom was spacious and luxurious.
But that wasn’t what startled me.
Llewellyn’s bedroom was a complete mess.
Bed sheets tossed aside.
The balcony’s glass door shattered into pieces.
Whoooosh…
A chilly night wind whistled in through the broken gap.
“…Kidnapping?”
Anyone would think so, given the obvious evidence.
That’s right.
A month after my transmigration.
The female lead had been kidnapped.
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