The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 33
“Cough, anyway! They also bring homemade food or cookies for tea time—”
“I’m not good at cooking.”
Roxelyn interjected without hesitation to Duke Bellion’s implied suggestion.
“Besides, objectively speaking, it’s more time-efficient and palatable to have verified chefs and patissiers make them.”
“…….”
He couldn’t argue with that.
Naturally, food made by someone who’s dedicated their life to cooking and patisserie would taste better.
Duke Bellion closed his mouth tightly at the conversation that seemed like it was going nowhere.
He was known for his temperamental personality, after all.
But after all the scolding he received from his eldest son, he was trying not to be like that with his grandchild.
“Anyway, sometimes it’s worthwhile to confide in someone when you’re upset, instead of trying to handle everything yourself.”
“What good does talking about upsetting things do?”
“I could offer counsel or ways to solve the problem.”
“No. Sharing troubles just doubles it.”
“…….”
Duke Bellion looked at Roxelyn with a ‘what now’ expression, then glanced at Ian and Aegis.
“As you see, I’ve handled it myself.”
“Damn, I didn’t know I had such terrible luck with my granddaughter.”
“Is it just with your granddaughter? From what I can see, it’s also with your children… Ah, sorry.”
Roxelyn chuckled self-deprecatingly and then quickly shut her mouth.
The three men stared blankly at her.
She averted her gaze.
“Hmm. Anyway, going back to the matter of Marquis Gerun’s villa…”
“Sh-t, do you know what you’re talking about? Do you think Kaluta is just some passing dog’s name? It’s a dangerous place where a thin girl like you could be eaten at any moment. Didn’t you hear they eat everything, even people?”
Ian harshly interrupted Roxelyn’s words again.
“Marquis Gerun does have a dog named Kaluta.”
“…….”
Ian looked at Roxelyn as if thinking, ‘What kind of person is this?’
“I’m kidding. Isn’t it funny? I adapted it from a book called ‘How to Elicit Roaring Laughter with Pleasant Speech.'”
“No, that’s not it.”
“Right. In any case, the people of Kaluta don’t engage in cannibalism. Please continue.”
“…….”
Ian snorted a hollow laugh as Roxelyn responded with a click of her tongue.
“Niece, there have been some dangerous rumors lately, so I’m against you living out on your own.”
“Marquis Gerun offered to provide an escort.”
“So why is that guy doing anything for you?! Is there even a significant connection between you and Marquis Gerun?!”
“Yes.”
Roxelyn replied.
‘I guess I could say we’re something since we crossed over from the parallel world together.’
At Roxelyn’s nonchalant words, Ian’s mouth dropped open.
“Anyway! There’s nothing good about you going there, just remember that! Tsk, when an adult speaks, you should just say ‘I understand’ instead of constantly arguing back!”
At such old-fashioned words, Roxelyn grimaced.
“We should talk about this later. I’ll be going now.”
With Zerti unconscious and Aegis carrying him, and Ian grumbling in the background, she couldn’t bear the utter chaos.
After slipping into the slippers brought by the maids, Roxelyn bowed her head and turned to leave.
“Ah, Your Grace.”
“Add ‘Grandfather’ to that.”
“Yes, Your Grace the Duke of Bellion, Grandfather.”
“…….”
Duke Bellion had a look as if to say, ‘What kind of kid is this?’
“Ah, Your Grace the Duke of Bellion, Grandfather. Second Uncle is also part of Makruxa. There’s proof on the sole of his foot.”
Roxelyn dropped the bomb without any warning and exited the garden.
“…Wh, at?”
“Huh…?”
“This kid….”
“Hey, hey! Hey! You crazy little sh-t! Where did you get that nonsense! Say it’s not true!! Ahh! No, it’s not true, Father. ACK! Dad! It hurts! It, it’s not true!”
Her departure was accompanied by a cacophony of screams, which served as background noise as she leisurely returned to her room.
The next day, a maid informed her.
Ian Bellion was indeed a ‘Rook’ of the Makruxa.
***
The note, written in a furiously sloppy script, clearly conveyed the sender’s rage.
For the past two weeks, Roxelyn had been receiving such notes every morning. She narrowed her eyes and pushed it aside.
Next in the pile were invitations to banquets and tea parties.
Aside from the ones from the imperial palace, she pushed the rest aside.
What remained was a letter from Marquis Gerun and…
Now the notes had taken on a different meaning altogether.
Roxelyn laughed hollowly.
‘…All this time, should I have been a bit more honest?’
