The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 196
“That’s exactly right.”
She snapped her fan shut with a sharp sound.
“Ro… Lady Roxelyn, what are you doing over there?”
“…A Kalutan?”
“Oh my, that barbarian is at the banquet…”
Roxelyn glanced at Batar, who had suddenly appeared by her side, then looked at the confused guests who didn’t understand the situation.
“Indeed. Why would we trust and trade with people who plot behind our backs to stab my grandfather while scheming amongst themselves?”
Roxelyn gave Batar a quick look and then turned back, smiling leisurely.
“…What do you mean, granddaughter?”
Devon and Zerti had entered the banquet hall without her noticing.
“Grandfather, these people are planning to blackmail us for food because they want the Nolan Mine.”
At Roxelyn’s words, the noblewomen’s eyes widened in shock.
‘We didn’t say that outright…’
But based on their behavior, Roxelyn had no doubt it was their intention, so she shamelessly snitched.
The atmosphere turned icy.
“What is this nonsense?”
Devon Bellion’s sharp eyes glared at them.
Duunnn—
A fierce, invisible pressure seemed to fill the banquet hall, weighing heavily on everyone present.
Meanwhile, Roxelyn calmly took a champagne glass from a tray held by a stiff servant and sipped.
“Wife!”
The count, caught off guard, urgently called to his wife.
The countess, pale and shaken, frantically shook her head.
“No, it’s a misunderstanding! We never said anything like that to Her Ladyship! It’s just…”
The countess, about to mention their earlier conversation, froze as she realized it was something she should never admit to.
How could she explain that they had been badmouthing the host’s son and granddaughter?
“Just? Why are you not continuing?”
Zerti Bellion, now standing next to Roxelyn, asked with an undisguised tone of displeasure.
“…Just! We were merely discussing a disagreement between opinions!”
Roxelyn silently tilted her glass.
“Whatever it is you’re talking about, the ducal lady must have misunderstood.”
“Yes, exactly. If our words caused any misunderstanding, we sincerely apologize. We’re sorry.”
Roxelyn frowned and then casually tossed her champagne glass toward the noblewomen.
SHATTER!
The glass shattered right in front of the countess’s feet with a sharp sound.
“Aaahh!”
The countess screamed, her eyes wide in shock.
The count and the other nobles from the surrounding estates all looked at Roxelyn in utter disbelief.
“What’s wrong?”
Roxelyn smiled brightly.
“Honestly, I don’t mind if you insult me. After all, I am gloomy and timid.”
Where?
Everyone present wanted to ask, their expressions questioning Roxelyn’s words, but she didn’t take her eyes off the noblewomen.
“Even now, my heart is pounding just thinking about how Father and Grandfather will scold me later.”
Roxelyn said, her face devoid of nervousness.
Despite her claim of nervousness, there wasn’t a hint of tension in her demeanor.
People stared at her with mouths agape at the audacity of her lie, but Roxelyn didn’t seem to care.
“I understand, of course. I know the lowly language you use to bond in high society.”
Roxelyn tilted her head slightly, smiling with arrogance, though her smile quickly disappeared.
“The enemy of my enemy is a friend, right? If you want to make me your common enemy and bond over that, I won’t stop you.”
She took a step forward, walking toward the countess.
“But, Madam, why must you bring up my late grandmother and mother? Do you not understand the concept of boundaries?”
At Roxelyn’s words, both Zerti and Devon Bellion’s faces stiffened.
“If you’re going to come to someone else’s house with a filthy mouth, maybe you should clean it up beforehand. The stench from ten meters away is unbearable, like a mongrel’s breath.”
The countess’s eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open at Roxelyn’s unfiltered, blunt words.
It was the first time in her life that anyone had spoken to her like this.
