The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 89
“Ah, judging by your reaction, it is true…”
He muttered, scratching his head in annoyance, as the tobacco leaf in his mouth emitted a refreshing yet acrid scent.
“How did you know…?”
He drawled at Roxelyn, glancing over.
It seemed like a question directed at her, but he didn’t press for an answer, as if he wasn’t really expecting one.
“I’m not usually this foolish, you know.”
Rubbing his sparse beard, he sighed briefly.
“Lady, I’m not particularly fond of thinking.”
“…Yes, you don’t look like the type who enjoys thinking.”
“That’s harsh. Anyway, I dislike when plans go awry.”
Roxelyn narrowed her eyes at him.
He continued to talk to himself without asking or waiting for an answer, so she was unable to decipher his intentions.
Slowly, he raised his hand and grasped Roxelyn’s neck.
It was only when he tightened his grip that she realized her neck was caught, with no malice or hostility in his languid demeanor.
Thump, thump, thump.
Thump, thump, thump.
The man, previously bored and listless, smiled with a touch of ecstasy, prompted by the furious beating of Roxelyn’s heart.
“You’re good at hiding your feelings, noble lady…”
Roxelyn inhaled sharply, feeling like her heart would burst out of her chest not from fear of death but from the terror of the pain she would endure before dying.
“Ah, I’m actually supposed to kill you.”
He said.
“But sometimes, it’s these unexpected twists and thrills that make things interesting.”
His face, now carrying a sadistic smile, curled his lips in pleasure.
“Want to try convincing me? Give me a reason to spare you. I might just be persuaded.”
Roxelyn glared at him, lips sealed tight.
“…Let go. It’s unpleasant.”
He blinked dumbly at her words.
“Is that your attempt at persuasion?”
“I’m saying, don’t touch me with your filthy, unwashed hands after eating…”
Roxelyn slowly opened and then narrowed her eyes, lifting her chin.
“This is an order.”
“…”
The man seemed unable to grasp the situation immediately, remaining silent for a long while.
Eventually, he laughed, removing his hand from her neck and touching his forehead.
“Wow, this is absurd. What, is suicide your hobby?”
“Choosing only the most vulgar words to use reveals your level.”
As Roxelyn stood her ground, the man squinted and took a deep puff of his tobacco leaf.
“What, got a secret weapon hidden?”
Roxelyn’s composed response made the man the one to be puzzled.
“Should I be scared of a kid who slaughters ants? A passing stray dog would laugh at you.”
His behavior was no different from a child killing ants, and she mocked him for it. Annoyed, he threw his cigarette to the ground and stomped it out.
“You’ve got quite a nasty mouth for a young lady. Seems like you’re in a hurry to shorten your life.”
He shrugged.
“Yeah, well. No fun talking to someone uninterested in persuading. Just die, lady.”
“Landarin, Rotan, Wardle, Terras.”
The man paused as Roxelyn spoke, naming the villages he was planning to target next, precisely in the order she mentioned.
“You’re going to die anyway, Aximus.”
Aximus lowered the hand he had stretched out.
“Or should I address you as Count Aximus Baldur?”