The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 152
How surprising.
She thought the princes didn’t get along well.
“It seems like His Highness gets along with the other princes better than I thought.”
“Yes, they’re quite adorable.”
“Ah, so you’re also fond of the princes.”
“Of course, I’ve known them since they were young.”
At the captain’s amused tone, Roxelyn shrugged her shoulders and resumed walking under his guidance.
“You can get into this carriage.”
Roxelyn nodded and turned her head slightly as she climbed into the carriage.
“May I ask you something, sir?”
She was becoming curious.
“Hmm? Of course. If it’s something I know, I’ll answer sincerely.”
“Why did you propose to make me the Queen?”
Why would someone of his caliber become the King of ‘Makruxa’ and try to kill the entire imperial family?
The man’s steps halted abruptly, and his gaze slowly met Roxelyn’s.
* * *
“…lyn. Roxelyn?”
Lost in thought, Roxelyn quickly raised her head.
“Yes, Father.”
“What were you thinking about that you didn’t even notice me coming in?”
“I guess I was tired from my visit to the imperial palace today.”
“What? Go to sleep quickly. Didn’t I tell you not to roam around too much? Really…”
Zerti Bellion grumbled, but still helped Roxelyn lie down and covered her snugly with a blanket.
Then he pulled a chair beside the bed, sat down, and gently took her hand.
“…What are you doing all of a sudden?”
“…Ahem, I heard that holding hands sometimes helps one sleep better.”
At his hesitant addition, Roxelyn blinked once.
It was at that moment.
“Time to sleep.”
As a strange voice echoed, an odd scene appeared in her mind.
* * *
“…Yes. Good night, Father.”
“…Yes. Sleep well.”
An awkward exchange of goodnight between parent and child ensued.
Zerti Bellion firmly grasped the hand of the child who had extended it.
His large hand enveloped the small hand of the child instantly.
Then the child’s cheeks, flushed with fever, curved into a faint smile.
“I like it when Dad holds my hand…”
Even while suffering from the fever, the child mumbled softly and closed her eyes.
“What did you just say…?”
“Oh, I’m sowwy, Fathew.”
“Ahem, who said I didn’t like it? If we keep talking, you’ll get more tired, so it’s better if you keep calling me that. If you say even one more word, your fever might get worse…”
At Zerti’s long-winded words, the girl let out a small laugh and clumsily tightened her grip on her father’s hand.
“Yes, Dad.”
“Ahem. Hmm-hmm! Ah, anyway… go to sleep, Dad will… stay by your side until you fall asleep.”
At the man’s reassuring words, the child nodded slightly.
Before long, the sound of her quiet, uneven breathing filled the room.
“…The fever’s rising again.”
He extended his free arm and placed it on young Roxelyn’s forehead to check her temperature, mumbling softly.
“…If only my power wasn’t poison.”
If it were a medicine instead of a poison, how great would that be?
Then he could cure his child’s illness.
He wouldn’t have killed her mother, nor taken her away from the child.
“It wouldn’t have been wrong to watch you grow up safely by your side.”
Looking down at the child who was trying to sleep despite her uneven breathing, he slowly rubbed his face.
“….”
He gently lifted the hem of the child’s clothes.
There was a scar from a stab wound on her waist. The clearly visible stitches indicated that the wound had not yet fully healed.
“How terrified you must have been….”
He gritted his teeth and muttered fiercely.
“Who would have thought you’d lose a month’s worth of memories after falling into the water.”