I Abandoned the Male Lead Who Cheated with the Villainess - Chapter 85
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“Ivonne, Ivonne, the damned Ivonne!”
Celestia felt an indescribable sense of humiliation upon realizing that Ivonne had become an ancient wizard capable of reversing time. And that Celestia herself had been caught in the middle of it.
“Why is it always Ivonne?”
Why is Ivonne always the special one?
If this question were posed to Ivonne under the serene autumn sky, she would reply,
“People see the world in the first person, and they are the protagonists of their own lives. I might be a supporting character in your life, but in my own life, you are just a supporting character too. So, don’t presume to judge and belittle others’ lives to elevate yourself.”
Unfortunately, Celestia never asked, and so Ivonne never had the chance to answer.
“It’s really petty and vulgar to ask questions you already know the answers to.”
As Isaac brushed back his light brown hair and wiped his face with large hands, the magic of the disguise slowly faded, revealing Celestia’s true form. Only her loosely fitting leather shoes remained. Proving that just moments ago, she had disguised herself as Isaac.
“A blizzard wraps around without a single cloud in sight.”
Whooo, the harsh wind blowing from behind Ivonne made Celestia’s swamp-colored hair flutter wildly. With slender fingers, she gracefully tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled faintly.
“Such ordinary anger.”
“…”
“That’s all the anger you can muster?”
The sound of Ivonne grinding her teeth was audible. Celestia laughed sharply, “Ha!”
“That’s why you fail, Ivonne.”
“…”
“If it were me, I wouldn’t just whip up a blizzard—I’d summon icicles to pierce your gut.”
Despite the cruel words, Celestia spoke as if singing a lullaby with an eerily calm expression, as if she had long imagined such scenarios.
Thus, Ivonne felt a chilling shiver within the magic she had unleashed.
Has she noticed that?
“You’ll never make it against me. No matter how talented you are or how special you think you are, you just won’t. Because I have something you don’t, something you will never, ever possess.”
Celestia’s sneer scattered at the end, her pitch-black eyes flickering menacingly.
“The world knows me as ‘Lady Celestia of the Cyand family.’ Yes, I am a nobility, surpassing you in both learning and application!”
Celestia raised her hand high as she adjusted her hair.
Whooosh…
A simple gesture, yet it seemed to calm the blizzard summoned by Ivonne. Suddenly, she held a wand in her hand. For a moment, a ring with the crest of the Marquisate Cyand glistened.
‘Summoning things from the air using the magic power stored in another tool without a wand?’
It was a difficult magic, even if she’s not an ancient wizard.
Indeed, it was the ability of the original villainess.
“Ivonne, Ivonne, a commoner who became the master of the southern tower. But you lack the education to even tell the difference between a blizzard and a storm.”
Her voice was smooth, almost teasing, but the content was sharp as ice shards.
With a single swirl of her wand, Celestia summoned a storm far more formidable than the previous blizzard, this time mixing sharp icicles into the churning winds.
“Ah!”
The strong wind and the slicing icicles tore at Ivonne’s clothes and lacerated her skin. The blizzard blurred her vision, and solid icicles flew dangerously around.
“Gasp!”
Ivonne hastily raised a magical shield, causing a dull thud against it, powerful enough to scratch and crack the bricks of the narrow alley walls.
At this moment, Celestia was truly trying to kill Ivonne.
Ivonne clutched her deeply cut forearm and staggered back. Otherwise, she could not withstand the devastating storm. The ice striking the barrier that could almost pierce through brought an instinctive fear.
Seeing Ivonne struggle, a manic glee spread across Celestia’s face.
“Watch this!”
With eyes wide open, she shouted and raised her hands high. The storm’s intensity increased, and the ice mixed within became sharper and thicker. Cracks and shattering sounds echoed as the alley’s windows, doors, and walls broke apart.
“This is the fury of one who has returned from death!”
It was a tearing scream. The ice storm she conjured now became so powerful that it was impossible to keep one’s eyes open.
No matter how much Ivonne fortified her barrier or used defensive magic, her clothes ripped, skin sliced open, and everything seemed to freeze in the biting wind.
Surprisingly, all Ivonne could do was stand her ground.
“Haa, haa…”
Was this the power held by a villainess from the original story? The ability of the sole nemesis for Ivonne, the overpowered female lead?
Her breath came out ragged.
