The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 43
Arma, who had previously faced an assassin alone to allow her to escape first, didn’t show up at the promised place.
Therefore, except for the man before her now, Roxelyn had never seen anyone block her path before.
It wasn’t because she was strong that she had never seen it.
It was because no one ever tried to stand in her way.
This was true both inside and outside the Bellion family.
That’s why she lived without any expectations.
She planned to handle everything herself.
There was no one to help even if she cried, and sharing her troubles only burdened others.
‘Then, I should just endure it alone.’
That’s how she lived all those years.
For the longest time, the 27-year-old Roxelyn had spent her life becoming accustomed to loneliness.
Thanks to that, Roxelyn was fine even without anyone to protect her.
That’s why she was fine being labeled a ruthless villainess who betrayed her blood relations and had no loyalty.
She survived as a criminal wearing the stigma of being an assassin who killed the Third Prince.
Although the period of running away lasted about a year, Roxelyn learned more in that year than in the previous 27 years.
She acquired enough medical knowledge to treat her injuries alone.
She learned to survive on her own without relying on others.
She discovered that stealing was harder than it seemed.
She felt that there were hardly any people to trust.
She developed the endurance to bear pain.
She realized that not speaking up and enduring isn’t always the best way.
She understood that some things don’t get conveyed if not spoken.
She engraved the ways of surviving alone into her being.
She became familiar with piercing loneliness.
She understood love.
She knew loss.
…And she learned regret.
“My granddaughter, are you alright?”
That’s why…
That phrase made Roxelyn feel a bit choked up.
She had given up on relationships a long time ago…
So why did those words sound so painfully heartfelt?
She couldn’t even remember the last time someone asked if she was okay.
But Roxelyn thought,
Life might not be good after returning, but it wasn’t bad either; yet, in truth, it wasn’t quite so.
At that moment,
Roxelyn’s vision blurred suddenly.
In an instant, tears streamed down from Roxelyn’s eyes.
The first to freeze upon seeing this was Devon, who had been asking about her well-being.
Then, it was Zerti behind her.
And lastly…
“…My lady?”
It was Arma, who was blocking her path.
He looked at Roxelyn with eyes wide open, as if he had seen something he should never have witnessed.
“Are, are you alright? Did you get hurt somewhere? I mean… Here, please take it…”
Arma fumbled around and hastily offered something to Roxelyn.
“My granddaughter!! Why are you crying!!”
Devon, who had been gaping for a while, pushed Arma aside and approached, shouting.
Crying?
‘Who?’
Roxelyn thought blankly.
“Is it this punk? Did this aXXwipe hurt you?! FXXX, I’ll crush that motherfXXXing XXX under my feet, tear him to shreds and crush his innards like XXXX and XXXX. This goddamn fXXXwad must be desperate to die…!”
A strange wind began to swirl around him, filled with his murderous intent, even though they were indoors.
