The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 136
“What? Why isn’t she well? What’s wrong, did she fall into the water again?”
“No, she has always been naturally weak.”
After hesitating for a moment, Dean added with a faint smile.
“It seems the harsh words she heard during the meeting greatly shocked her.”
“…What? What was said?”
Devon Bellion’s expression hardened.
Dean exaggerated the events of the meeting from a week ago, skillfully wrapping the truth in cunning words.
“…These madmen have completely lost it. Gather all those bastards. I’ll strip them from their brains to their toenails. Those worthless scum, I’ll stuff their innards into their own mouths to shut them up.”
Faced with that beastly, menacing look in those sanpaku eyes, Dean smiled faintly.
In his youth, it was that look in Devon Bellion’s eyes that made Dean choose him as his master.
Eyes that were dead, devoid of any life or vitality, and yet merciless and cold to anything outside his own domain.
“I will gather them immediately.”
“Yes, and make sure to send plenty of nutritious food to my weak granddaughter from now on.”
“Yes, I will arrange that.”
“Tell them to wash thoroughly, even their limbs and intestines.”
“I will convey your message.”
The butler poured red wine into Devon’s glass and stepped back.
“And… the Emperor wants to pair my granddaughter with the third prince. I’m thinking of letting them meet.”
“The third prince…”
At Dean’s worried tone, Devon stroked his chin.
“Although he’s somewhat withdrawn now, after talking to him, I realized he resembles the Emperor the most.”
He’s destined for greatness.
There was no hesitation in his voice as he added that last part.
* * *
Time flowed swiftly like a river.
Living as a child wasn’t bad.
She did and saw many things she couldn’t have as a child.
Almost a month had already passed.
“Roxelyn.”
“Yes.”
Roxelyn answered absentmindedly.
‘According to my memory, the day after tomorrow is when I regain consciousness.’
So, if things go as expected, tomorrow would probably be my last day here.
And tomorrow, I have an appointment to meet the third prince, arranged by my grandfather.
‘However, if I wake up here the day after tomorrow…’
That would be a problem.
“It’s time for bed. Your fever hasn’t gone down yet.”
“Hmm.”
Roxelyn glanced at her father, who was standing at a distance.
“You’re not answering me.”
Roxelyn threw out a comment.
“What? What answew all of a sudden…?”
“Never mind.”
The young Roxelyn shrugged.
She was being quite overprotected now that she was physically younger.
‘Or was I always overprotected?’
Her grandfather had visited once, and the invested businesses wouldn’t show results for several years, so she probably wouldn’t have to check on them.
‘It could be a dream.’
It might not change the future.
Her head throbbed from overthinking.
Roxelyn pulled up the blanket and got into bed.
“I’m going to sleep. You should leave and go to bed too, Fathew.”
“…Leave?”
Roxelyn looked up at him with a puzzled face at his ambiguous question.
“Yeah.”
What else would you do instead of sleeping?
Seeing Roxelyn’s indifferent eyes, Zerti Bellion flinched and cleared his throat.
“…Didn’t you once ask me to hold your hand?”
He said, gauging her mood nervously.