The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 217
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“…What the— Get lost!”
Crash!
As soon as the door opened, a heap of random junk flew straight at Arma, who narrowed his eyes and drew his sword.
Roxelyn quickly ducked, avoiding the debris flying her way, and calmly entered the room, moving to a safe distance.
The remains of the junk Arma sliced through rained down on his head. Roxelyn looked at him with a sympathetic expression.
“When you break something above your head, gravity will cause it to fall down.”
“…Yes, that was a short-sighted move on my part.”
Arma replied, embarrassed, as he sheathed his sword.
“I’d like to talk with you.”
“I don’t have anything to say. Now get lost.”
“Your language is a bit rough with your mom and dad.”
“Go play house with the kids outside.”
Facing the snarling boy, Roxelyn shrugged and sat at the tea table.
“I’d like some flower tea.”
Sitting shamelessly at the table amid the mess, Roxelyn’s request made the blond boy glare at her.
“Do you have a death wish?”
“Well, I’m planning to die soon anyway.”
When Roxelyn nodded and readily agreed, the blond boy’s face twisted in confusion.
“No matter how many times I tell you, I’m not leaving this mansion!”
“How long are you planning to hold on?”
At her question, the blond boy hesitated.
With both hands on his head, he glared menacingly at Roxelyn.
“You have to let go of the dead.”
People act, and with those actions come regrets, which create attachments.
Yes, in truth, attachments inevitably form.
Roxelyn, too, was a mere human, unable to escape her own regrets and attachments.
She slowly closed her eyes and then opened them.
“I thought that if you were happy, that would be enough.”
In the past, Roxelyn had read the reformation journal and thought the boy’s anger was justified.
She also believed that if he could be happy without knowing anything, that would be sufficient.
So, instead of guiding him that day, she had left the mansion, leading to his eventual fate as a criminal, executed by the guillotine.
The Abyss of Immortality aside, even an immortal would be just an ordinary human when bound by the Abyss shackles.
“But I don’t think that’s the case anymore.”
“What the hell are you babbling about? Hey, get rid of this lunatic!”
Roxelyn blinked.
“Oh, he’s your brother?”
Her finger pointed at the smaller, black-haired boy before settling back on the blond one with a hint of reluctance.
“You got a problem with that?!”
“Hmm, no. Just realizing the power of prejudice.”
“That means you do have a problem with it!”
The blond boy yelled, and Roxelyn shrugged.
“Ed.”
The boy’s eyes widened at her call.
“The dead don’t come back.”
“……”
“No matter how many times you use each other’s abilities to hold on to the souls of these children in this cramped mansion and seek revenge…”
Roxelyn rose slowly from her seat.
A grand, extravagant room.
In the back, where the room was in shambles, there was another door.
It looked like any other door in the mansion. Roxelyn walked toward it, beside the bed.
“…What are you doing?”
Sometimes she thought…
How wonderful it would be if the people she’d been connected to could end their lives with a happy ending halfway through.
Even if their birth was marked by misfortune, how nice it would be if there had been some happiness in their lives.
But life is not a story in a novel, and life’s not fair.
Some misfortunes end only in misfortune.
“Stop.”
Despite the voice calling from behind her, Roxelyn removed a yellow bead from the bracelet on her wrist.
After all, Arma was guarding her back, and those boys couldn’t defeat him.
“I said stop!!”
Crackle!
As Roxelyn approached, a black miasma-like force began swirling threateningly around her.
The black-haired boy simply watched her, making no move to stop her.
As the miasma surged toward Roxelyn, a light emanated from the yellow bead, surrounding her and purifying the miasma.
‘The yellow bead of the seven-stone bracelet holds the power of purification and healing…’
The power to drive out corruption and heal others.
