Secret Love Affair between a Former Saint and a Dark Hero - Chapter 66
The most significant change after the regression was the vivid recollection of the original work, which had previously felt somewhat blurry. Not only that — it was as if she had everything memorized with sharp clarity, just like the present moment.
「Iora gritted her teeth. Unlike her plain and ordinary hair, the girl’s hair was shining beautifully. A tiara made of pearls and flowers adorned her golden locks, sparkling brilliantly.
Iora’s eyes welled up with tears. They were so different from hers.
It felt like her heart was breaking into pieces every time the prince’s gaze drifted somewhere else. Her violet eyes, growing increasingly fierce, lingered on the beautiful girl’s head and the hair that the prince had been gazing at so longingly.
She heard him murmur. The name of that sun-like girl who was taking what was Iora’s.
“Arcanda.”
The name of the enemy that had to be removed from her sight.」
‘This is the cause. That’s why they’re trying to turn my hair into unkempt dog fur.’
Iora stifled a scream that threatened to burst out of her. She calmed herself by counting. One, two, three. Her scalp stung as if pricked by a needle. And she thought, I’ve endured enough.
“What did you just do?”
“What? What did you just say, my lady?”
With widened eyes, Iora looked to the side and was met with a surprised maid’s face. Seeing the innocence in the maid’s eyes, looking as if she had done nothing wrong, Iora burst into a dry laugh.
“I’ll continue, my lady.”
Originally, the servants of this mansion ignored Iora. It wasn’t always like that. Perhaps it was because Iora’s mother, father, and brother started openly treated her like livestock that the servants gained confidence to act so disrespectfully towards her.
After a moment of surprise, the maid laughed softly and tried to move her lathered hands away, smiling innocently as if nothing happened.
“What do you mean ‘continue’?”
As Iora turned her head with a snap and grabbed the foam-covered wrist of her maid, there was silence around the other maids who were serving her.
She knew too. Iora never uttered a word of complaint to the servants. Not once. So, unwittingly, the maids had harbored subtle resentment and jealousy toward the girl she considered insignificant, who dressed in finer clothes, adorned herself with jewels, and received favors as a candidate for sainthood.
So they would brew strange herbs that would ruin her hair, poison her under Arcanda’s instigation, and deliberately make her ill. Tangles were discreetly created in her hair, and Iora was subtly tormented by pinching her skin or brushing her hair painfully, as if they were trying to pull it out by the root.
No more of this—Iora couldn’t just sit idly by and watch.
“Ahh!”
“I asked you what you were doing. Where are you shamelessly pretending to be unaware?”
“Ahh, it hurts! Oh, miss! Oh, it hurts!”
“Of course, it hurts. Wasn’t that the point?”
After provocatively lifting the corner of her mouth, Iora stretched her hand firmly. Then, grabbing the brown hair of the maid, she pulled it tightly with a force that threatened to rip it out!
“Ahhh!”
The tortured scream of the maid echoed loudly in the bathroom. The bewildered servants exchanged glances, unsure if they should intervene.
Then Iora whispered in the freckled, teary-eyed maid’s ear, “If I pull your hair like this, from the roots, will it hurt or won’t it?”
“Ah, it hurts, it hurts.”
“Exactly. It hurts, doesn’t it? So, every day, when you pull my hair, do you think you’ve done something wrong or not? How do you think you should answer that in good conscience?”
“Well, I was wrong! I was wrong, miss, ahh!”
Why weren’t there any kind servants who apologized on their own? Were there only cruel ones who thought they could get away with it if they just kept their mouths shut?
Iora sighed, a wistful look on her face as she put her hands to her cheeks. She locked eyes with each of the hesitant, retreating maids, one by one.
“I’ll let it slide this time. But don’t you dare mess around with those careless hands again. If you ever pull out the hair on my head again, I’ll be sure to return the favor ten times over.”
Seeing the maid quivering like that, Iora couldn’t help but scoff. It’s funny to see someone who had just been doing the same thing to her acting like the victim. And now that their punching bag was fighting back, they can’t utter even a single word to her. How self-centered.
Iora closed her glazed eyes and signaled with a wave of her hand, and the maids cautiously approached to finish their work.
The bathroom was filled with the sounds of sharp cries and sniffles. Iora, looking satisfied, chuckled softly while enjoying the gentler touches of the maids. She even hummed a little tune.
The first day she decided to embrace her inner villain turned out to be surprisingly refreshing.
Feeling cheerful, Iora entered the dining hall humming a tune. As soon as she opened the door, she spotted the unfortunate figure of Janus. Startled, he quickly turned his head to look at her. All he could muster was a sly sideways glance with his now wounded pride.
Iora snorted and turned to see her father approaching with a flushed face and an indignant expression. In the past, seeing that might have made her heart pound, but now…
“Iora von Ribandt!” her father shouted.
Judging by his attire, he seemed to have just returned from the Imperial palace. Beside him was her mother waving her fan and looking displeased.
Iora stood still and lifted her head as her father rushed towards her furious as a mad bull.
“How dare you make a mockery of this family!”
milano0
its back? 0_0
thank goodness