The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 37
Roxelyn’s eyes widened in shock.
She truly looked astonished.
“…Granddaughter?”
“…Ah, yes.”
Roxelyn blinked and responded.
Because, until the day she died, Roxelyn never doubted she was a bastard of the Bellion family.
“Why am I not a bastard? Surely, the family registry…”
“You are properly registered in it. You are indeed the only granddaughter of Devon Bellion and the only daughter of Zerti Bellion.”
Devon, about to add more to his explanation, instead placed the cigar back in his mouth.
He had decided it wasn’t his place to further intervene in such matters.
“Ask your father if you want to know more.”
Roxelyn slowly nodded.
She, too, felt this was something not to be heard from someone else.
‘But why?’
She pondered why she had ever thought she was a bastard.
‘Father never said it directly.’
They rarely faced each other anyway.
But young Roxelyn had searched for a reason.
A reason her father hated and disliked her.
“So… I still haven’t heard your answer, child.”
As Devon called out to Roxelyn, who was lost in thought, she nodded hastily.
“Yes, I manifested it.”
It was a lie.
She had no such powers.
But claiming to have an Abyss that foresaw the future made things easier, so she decided to go with it.
“I thought as much.”
“Yes.”
Devon Bellion nodded, satisfied.
“But, Grandfather?”
“Hm?”
Pleased she finally addressed him properly, Devon quickly nodded.
“What is it, something to ask?”
“Yes.”
“Go ahead and speak.”
Roxelyn spoke with an indifferent expression, first offering a small word of thanks.
“Could you please put out the cigarette? The smell is bothering me.”
At Roxelyn’s words, the cigar in Devon’s hand dropped to the floor.
Caught off guard by the unexpected request, his fingers had slackened.
Trying not to show his embarrassment, he moved his foot to stub out the cigar.
When Devon calmly looked up again, a faint expression of contempt was visible on Roxelyn’s face.
Like she was looking at some uncouth adult spitting on the street in broad daylight.
He awkwardly cleared his throat and lowered his head.
***
Zerti Bellion had hardly ever attended a banquet.
Except for the mandatory ones, like his coming-of-age ceremony, where he was pushed to attend and stood like a stone statue.
Even past the age of forty, he could count on only one hand the number of times he had participated in the social circles or banquets.
Therefore, Roxelyn Bellion never properly had her debutante ball.
There was no one to meticulously prepare her for it, and she had no interest in that either.
Above all, she was often sick in her childhood, and her father always disapproved of her going out.
Roxelyn lowered her gaze and unfolded each crumpled letter.
The letters were crumpled up like this.
And it was the butler Dean who had brought these to her earlier in the day.
Roxelyn sighed.
‘What’s with wearing more control devices?’
Control devices aren’t good for those with abilities.
Forcing the suppression of one’s abilities, was harmful. The more you wear, the more painful it is for an Abyss user, or so she’d heard.
It feels like the energy is slowly draining from your body, leading to lethargy.
Given that, it’s remarkable how the Emperor, Duke Bellion, and her father all wear multiple control devices with a calm face.
‘Perhaps that’s why Father’s complexion is constantly ashen.’
Even the word ‘father’ in the last letter was nearly scribbled out.
