The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 200
“…What?”
Devon widened his eyes in surprise and turned to look at Roxelyn.
Seeing his slightly parted lips, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard, Roxelyn calmly spoke.
“I thought I’d never said it before.”
“Ahem, hem! Hmm!”
Devon, who had been awkwardly clearing his throat at Roxelyn’s words, finally spoke.
“If you want to go that badly, this old man will accompany y—!”
Gulp.
Before he could finish, Roxelyn pushed a pill into his slightly open mouth and swiftly stepped back.
Devon, who had been about to agree to go with her, found himself in a situation he hadn’t anticipated, and he stared at Roxelyn, bewildered.
Or at least, he tried to.
That is, if the world around him hadn’t started spinning and wobbling out of control.
“You… you little brat…!”
As Devon’s body swayed, the old butler extended his arms to support him. He glanced at Roxelyn with a somewhat troubled expression.
“Both Grandfather and Father are asleep now, so I’m in charge, right?”
At her words, the butler, Dean, looked at Roxelyn with a concerned face.
“Your Ladyship…”
“Just put them to bed. I’ll take a look around and come back.”
“Please allow me to accompany you, at least.”
Dean, who was holding Devon, said. Roxelyn shook her head.
“…In that case, Roxelyn, may I join you?”
A familiar voice suddenly interrupted, causing Roxelyn’s eyes to widen slightly.
When she turned her head, she saw a man smiling warmly.
“Arma…?”
“Yes, Roxelyn.”
Gone was the boyish demeanor, and the usual playful smile that always graced his lips had vanished.
His hair, now swept back, revealed a forehead that had often been hidden by his bangs, and instead of his usual white ceremonial uniform, he wore a completely black one.
It was a look reminiscent of the attire he’d worn when they went to Kaluta, but now it was even more extravagant, with golden embroidery woven into the dark fabric.
Though he hadn’t done much beyond straightening his back, pushing his hair back, and replacing the book in his hand with a sword at his waist, Arma’s entire demeanor felt dramatically different.
He seemed like a stranger.
“…Why the look, Roxelyn?”
He approached with confident strides and reverently kissed the back of her white-gloved hand.
“…I greet Your Highness, the Third Prince.”
Despite the sudden appearance of an imperial prince, Dean quickly regained his composure, bowed awkwardly while supporting the duke, and gave the best greeting he could manage.
“It’s fine. Go inside. I’ll guard her.”
“…However—”
“I’ll be with her as well. Nothing serious will happen. Just tell the duke not to worry.”
Gerun Wilfred interjected, unable to stand the delay any longer. They had already spent quite some time waiting, and they needed to enter the forest during the day.
If they didn’t set up camp before nightfall, things would become complicated.
“…Then, Your Ladyship, please be careful.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t plan on dying.”
Roxelyn lifted her head.
“When they wake up, please tell them I will definitely return.”
She carefully slipped the vial containing the sedative into the jacket of the sleeping Zerti Bellion as she spoke.
‘Why is he here?’
The appearance of the Third Prince was something that had never occurred in her world.
‘No, I suppose this timeline is already a bit messy…’
After all, Roxelyn had uprooted events that would have gradually unfolded over several years.
Though unspoken, it was likely that Gerun Wilfred had also been cutting off Makruxa’s funding sources.
“So, what brings you here?”
“Are you curious about the reason?”
With a voice lower than usual and a mischievous smile on his lips, Arma asked.
Roxelyn nodded with a somewhat unimpressed expression.
“You, Roxelyn.”
“…Pardon?”
“I came because I wanted to see you, Roxelyn.”
At Arma’s words, Roxelyn’s eyes widened in surprise.
“May I stay by your side?”
As he leaned closer, his lips curved into a slow smile as he looked at her.
“Wait! I’m coming too!”
Just as Roxelyn was about to respond, a sudden voice interrupted, causing Arma’s expression to sour instantly.
