The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 233
Roxelyn looked Galleo up and down slowly, then asked with a smile,
“So, Captain, what exactly do you want from me? I might just play along if it sounds entertaining.”
“…I’d like you to stop interfering in my affairs. And ideally, even lend a hand.”
“And what’s in it for me?”
“…What do you want?”
Roxelyn tapped her cheek thoughtfully with her fingers.
“Hmm, let’s see.”
After a long pause, still smiling serenely, she spoke up.
“For you to die.”
“…What?”
“I want you dead, Captain.”
“……”
Her words, starkly cruel, were the complete opposite of her bright smile, so much so that Galleo paused, wondering if he’d misheard her.
“…What nonsense is this all of a sudden?”
“It’s not sudden. I simply want you dead.”
“…You’re insane.”
Galleo seemed to have made up his mind, slowly drawing his sword from its sheath.
“There’s no point in talking to you. Now, die.”
Roxelyn laughed.
“So, what exactly did you expect? You ruin families, used my aunt who was in a coma to produce an illegitimate child, and exploit it all for your personal ambitions.”
She rose slowly, drew out a fan, and struck Galleo’s cheek with it—a man easily a head taller than herself—with a mocking smile.
“Hey, do you really think you’re any different from the nobles you despise?”
His reddened cheek twitched with anger.
“You foolish girl…”
“Captain, want me to share something fun?”
Roxelyn smirked, her lips curling into a bright smile.
“Your investments—all those businesses—they’re going to collapse within a week.”
“Hah, how on earth would you…”
“Never thought it was strange?”
Roxelyn opened and closed her fan a few times, laughing lightly.
“How do you think I knew all your plans, every one of your moves?”
“……”
“How do you think I was always one step ahead of you, or why I knew every place you touched?”
She used her fan to tap the blade that hovered near her neck. The captain lowered his sword, feeling unsettled.
No matter how clever she was, the sheer amount she knew, the way she interfered at every turn—it was impossible to understand in a logical way.
“I told you the truth once before. You just didn’t believe me.”
Roxelyn murmured softly, looking at him before tapping his cheek once more with her fan.
“Now, where should I start to make this interesting?”
Roxelyn smiled sweetly as she stood in front of him.
“You know, you’ve been dancing in the palm of my hand all this time.”
“…What on earth…”
“You see, I… have a bit of a nasty streak. I’ve never been one to just take a hit.”
Roxelyn spoke leisurely.
If she got slapped once, she’d hit back ten times, maybe even pour strong liquor on their head to settle the score.
“Of course, I’ve always been good at stirring things up…”
She narrowed her eyes playfully.
“And I’m an expert at selling information. I’d sell a piece of information from one family to another and silence them both. I’d even sell information about a detestable family to their enemies, letting them take my revenge for me…”
She crossed her legs, tapping her foot.
“When I decided someone had to die, I’d hire someone to get the job done.”
The more Roxelyn spoke, the more Galleo’s expression turned uneasy.
After all, in his memory, none of what Roxelyn described had ever happened.
