The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 236
“No matter how precious, adorable, cherished, and delicate you are, you’re my only granddaughter who might blow away at the slightest touch—what’s impossible is impossible!” Duke Bellion said sternly.
“I’m not talking about dying permanently.”
Roxelyn added cautiously, watching the Duke as he whipped his head around, speaking rapidly.
“I’ll definitely come back.”
“So, you’re saying that the people from your original world are important enough to die for, just to return to them?”
Roxelyn slowly shook her head.
“The ones who are precious to me are you and Father, right here in front of me.”
That, at least, was unchanged.
It was true that she felt pangs of guilt about the family she’d left behind in that other world. But Roxelyn had made many mistakes and poor choices in that world, which led to losing everything and dying. That was the conclusion she had already faced.
The Roxelyn of that world had already died. Even if she died again here and crossed over, she couldn’t return to her former body.
It was over.
To think she could shamelessly go back and start over… Roxelyn had already seen that world’s end.
“But when I’m here with you, Grandfather and Father… I can’t help but feel regret.”
Why hadn’t she acted differently back then? Could she have had a future like this?
These thoughts left her unable to fully enjoy even the present moment.
“I want to find true happiness here,” she said firmly.
Duke Bellion groaned, narrowing his stern gaze on her.
“To do that, there are things I need to face.”
The Roxelyn of this world had died. Perhaps, if that other Roxelyn was also a holder of the Abyss, she could be living in some other timeline, or perhaps in a past version of this world.
But the Roxelyn Bellion that existed in this timeline—was her.
“There are too many things I ignored that I can’t stop thinking about now. Once I resolve those, I’ll return for sure.”
She had made all the necessary arrangements to do so.
Roxelyn looked at Zerti Bellion.
“So please, listen to me, Father.”
Normally, Zerti would have exploded, shouting that it was out of the question, but this time, though his jaw was clenched tightly, he didn’t immediately refuse.
Zerti was silent for a long time.
Roxelyn waited patiently through the uncomfortable silence.
Finally, after a long pause, Zerti slowly nodded.
“…Tell me your plan.”
Zerti knew that, regardless of his permission, Roxelyn would do as she pleased.
Though she wasn’t an outright troublemaker like his second brother, she did have a mischievous streak. If things didn’t go her way, she’d go so far as to forcibly sedate him and her grandfather to ensure her escape.
‘…Better to listen than to wake up and find her gone.’
But he knew it was a losing battle anyway.
After being knocked out and blindsided so many times, a person begins to develop a sixth sense about the future.
“You’ll approve once you hear the plan.”
No, Roxelyn would ensure he’d give his approval, even if she had to resort to threats.
“If you don’t give permission, Father, I won’t go.”
No—she’d probably just knock him out, leave an apologetic note, and go anyway.
“I’d like you to trust me, Father.”
No. She would go regardless of whether he trusted her or not. And upon her return, she’d likely say something nonchalant, perhaps toss in an “I love you” to soften him.
With a face shaped by countless experiences of resignation, Zerti finally nodded in reluctant acceptance.
Roxelyn smiled and continued with her explanation.
