The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 38
It’s not that he was indecisive—he’s just too cautious.
‘Well, being careless with a power that can kill isn’t an option.’
But what was the point of writing over ten letters, only to crumple them all up and toss them in the trash?
‘I mean, he’s not even writing a love letter or anything.’
Notably, Roxelyn hadn’t received any of these.
Looking back, it seems her father wasn’t always at ease either.
And all this frustrated Roxelyn.
So, without further thought, she headed straight to her father.
Despite being the heir of the Bellion family, he stubbornly insisted on living in an underground room.
She’d heard it wasn’t out of choice that he became the heir.
The first son was a bloodthirsty warrior always seeking war, and the second son was a drunkard who was rarely ever home. So, that left only Zerti as a decent candidate.
‘Even so, he’s not a mole…’
But he hardly met anyone at all.
Zerti Bellion rarely emerged from underground, and Roxelyn had no reason to descend to the basement.
As she descended into the dim basement, she scowled.
‘People become gloomy living in such a place.’
She clicked her tongue and shook her head.
Descending further, lights brightened the space somewhat, resembling a livable area.
The cool air of the underground rose. It was originally repurposed from an old dungeon.
She’d heard the new dungeon was moved beneath an annex building.
Passing through the damp corridors inherent to the underground, she recalled her way to his room.
After feeling for any presence by pressing her ear to the door, she knocked a couple of times.
“Get lost. You’re nothing but a bother.”
“…….”
Roxelyn’s eyes slightly widened.
She knocked on the door again without a reply.
“I said get lost! Don’t bother me like that. If you want to get poisoned and die, then go wherever…!”
Abruptly, the door opened.
Zerti Bellion, his face twisted in anger, was caught off guard and wide-eyed.
“Where… where….”
It seemed he stuttered upon seeing Roxelyn’s indifferent face.
“Where to go to safely train… to not kill.”
His mouth, blabbering in a fluster, absurdly spat out the peculiar words.
Zerti, wanting to punch his own mouth for speaking such nonsense, hurriedly spoke up.
“…What brings you here? Haven’t I always said? If you carelessly come down here again, you’ll just get sick…”
Zerti felt like biting his own tongue.
There was no way to stop the thoughts that sprung out when he was tense.
That’s why he preferred writing to speaking.
Letters were better than conversations, and reading books was preferable to listening to lessons.
You can write a letter and then ponder and chew over it for a long time before sending it.
“So… Father is worried that I, who have been frail since childhood, might get sick from the bad underground air?”
Roxelyn bluntly spoke as she gazed at Zerti, who was speaking with a stern face.
Zerti hesitated.
“…….”
“I thought you wanted me to get lost because you disliked me.”
“…That was just a slip of the tongue.”
Zerti Bellion moved his lips as if to say something, then realizing anything he said would be odd, closed his mouth again.
He wanted to be a perfect parent for his daughter, lacking in nothing.
But he had messed up everything from one to ten.
It was all his fault.
“Should I keep standing here, or may I come in?”
“…Yes.”
As he nodded and turned around, he was startled by the mess in his room and braced himself at the entrance.
“No, let’s go up, not here.”
“I like it here. It’s less tiring.”
“Then to the drawing room next door….”
He was about to suggest when he remembered the numerous poisons in the drawing room and shut his mouth again.
“No, not there.”
He quickly thought.
But aside from his room and the parlor underground, there was not much else.
Next to it was a laboratory.
Next to that, a practice room for controlling his Abyss.
And beyond that, a bleak dining hall.
‘And next to that… the poison storage…’
Zerti’s face turned sullen as he thought that far.
None of the places were suitable to take his child to.
