Is it not permissible for a villain to enjoy rolling [13]?
After Huan pays for Gillian's Wencel Mine, he warns him in a formal tone before kicking him out.
He told him sternly:
“The Cayin Family has ears everywhere. If you dare to speak out again, this time it won’t end so easily.”
"I-I know, I know! Just let me get out of here quickly...!"
Gillian walked out of the palace, wearing a blanket that Huan had given him to cover his shivering body.
Before he crossed the main gate, he glanced at me quickly, and I smiled at him with a calm smile.
Then his body trembled and he ran away without turning around.
He was so frightened that he wouldn't spread any strange rumors for a long time.
Then the Wencell Mine actually became the property of the Cayenne family.
Thanks to him, I am now...
‘I will be waiting for you, come anytime.’
'I promised you that I would fulfill your request.'
He said he would wait for me?
Does that mean it will do anything I ask?
I found myself smiling without realizing it.
But Huan, who was organizing the servants and supervising the cleaning of the banquet hall, suddenly noticed my face and frowned.
“What is that face, miss?”
“What’s wrong with him?”
I asked in amazement.
“You look very cunning.”
Cunning?!
A word that is not at all similar to Lizzie Alheim's nickname.
She looked at him disapprovingly, so he quickly remedied the matter and added:
“Uh... I'm sorry. It wasn't an appropriate expression. I meant you looked ugly.”
Excuse me?!
This is worse!
But Hwan seemed satisfied with his amendment.
“Huan, are your glasses dirty? How can you say my face looks ugly?”
Let him know that I am Lizzie, I have a pure aura that makes everyone who sees me say to himself, Saint...!
So...how can I be called cunning or even ugly?
He replied seriously while adjusting his glasses:
“My glasses are completely clean. I wipe them carefully every day.”
“Then explain to me, how do you see my face like this?”
He thought for a moment, then said in a serious tone:
“To put it simply… you looked like someone lost in strange thoughts and laughing alone.”
...I don't think it's simplistic at all.
Then he looked at me carefully before asking:
“Miss, are you really the Saint of Aliheim?”
“What do you mean by that?”
He raised his glasses slightly, hesitating in his words:
“Your words to Mr. Morell earlier, and the expression on your face a moment ago... In my eyes, you do not resemble an ignorant innocent, but rather...”
He paused for a moment, then finished his sentence:
“You look like... a weirdo. I'm sorry for saying that, but that's not what I thought.”
My eyes widened in surprise as I stared at him.
He thought I was angry, so he began repeating his apology, saying that he did not mean to offend...but in fact, I felt exactly the opposite.
Finally...someone who sees me for who I really am.
Yes, this title suits me best.
I am not a pure angel, nor a weak one, nor a saint as everyone describes me.
If they had seen my electronic library in my previous life, this would never have occurred to them.
I was almost suffering from psychological contradiction because everyone here saw me as the embodiment of purity, until Hwan came and described me in a way that matched my true self.
I smiled warmly and said to him:
“So glad you see me like this!”
They were words from my heart.
How could he pierce me with one look? Could he have interests similar to mine?
It is said that people with the same taste recognize each other.
If that's true, I might be about to make a real friend...
My heart beat fast.
In my previous life I was always alone... Is this what it feels like to find a companion with interests?
She stared at him with sparkling eyes, full of hope.
But Huan, frozen in place, said nothing.
He merely moved his lips slightly before muttering:
“Ah… yeah. Anyway… I have a lot of work, I’ll excuse myself now—”
He quickly left without letting me stop him.
She looked at his far back with sad eyes.
I was completely honest...
Usually when one person reveals his faults to the other, they become closer... right?
While I was slightly disappointed, a girl I knew walked towards me with hesitant steps.
It was Sylvia.
“Th-that...”
I smiled at her immediately:
“Ah, Sylvia. Thank you for what you did earlier.”
Her face turned red even more, and she hesitated as she said:
“I-It's not you who should be thanking... I-I... I mean...”
Then she suddenly shouted in a loud voice that concealed her confusion:
“I will cut off anyone who dares to approach you!”
This sentence was not what she expected, but I smiled sweetly at her.
Her face became even more red.
She muttered in a hesitant tone:
“Don’t get me wrong, I still only owe you.”
“But haven’t you paid the debt now?”
"K-No! Just say what you need, whatever!"
“Okay, Sylvia.”
I answered her without hesitation, and a look of joy appeared on her face.
She said firmly:
“This life is yours.”
She added with unflinching seriousness:
“The life you saved, I will dedicate to you.”
She couldn't simply say thank you, but she didn't hesitate to say such big and embarrassing words.
As for the servants near her, they nodded in agreement with her words.
'What did I do to deserve all this?'
I felt a little embarrassed, so I just smiled lightly.
“My dears, what you did was nothing great.”
One of the servants said, remembering my previous words:
“But miss, weren’t you the one who said that day that forgiveness is not limited to saints, but is within the reach of anyone?”
I nodded emphatically:
“True. It was never a great thing, as I told you.”
The maid near me said:
“The great thing here is that you think what you did is not great.”
Then she added another:
“We too want to be like Lizzie. We may still lack a lot, but forgiveness can be done by anyone, and so can gratitude, right?”
“….”
“So, we want to express our gratitude to you. Because we believe that even people like us are capable of this...”
She stared at them silently and smiled calmly.
“You have already done that.”
“...!”
“You really did. I felt really grateful.”
She smiled, and the servants clutched their chests and sighed:
“Ah, Miss Lizzy…”
“What an angel... really beautiful...”
“What do you see with your eyes? I only see light.”
It was a very strange statement, but I just laughed to no avail.
“Miss Lizzy, you seem tired, go into your room to rest. We have prepared the place.”
“Ah, thank you.”
'Thanks, but I have other things to attend to.'
I replied that I would do so, then left the banquet hall.
I unconsciously quickened my steps when climbing the stairs.
I have to go quickly...!
'To Arkle...!'
I ran up until I reached the third floor without stopping.
I didn't have to think to figure out which door was Arkell's office, it was obvious.
At that moment, Arkell was exiting a room located in the middle of the hallway.
He stopped when he saw me.
“Are you there already?”
She smiled broadly at him:
“Of course.”
There was no need to hesitate.
From the moment I proposed the deal, I knew exactly what I was asking for.
"Well, I was thinking of coming too. I have something for you."
Arkell pulled out a piece of paper in front of me, and my eyes opened wide when I saw it.
It was a check for an enormous amount.
“Take it. This is yours.”
"What? Why is this to me…?"
“The price for your consultation with the Cayenne family.”
“But this was a deal just between us.”
This is why I came to take the return.
I stared at the check with dumbfounded eyes, slipping the strands of hair I had pulled behind my ears as I walked up the stairs.
“True, but that was a personal promise from me...”
Arkle said as he reached out his hand to put my hair back in place.
“This is a payment from the Cayin Family to you. Take it.”
“I will accept it with gratitude.”
“What else would you like?”
He asked me in a low voice:
“I ask you that as someone with whom I agreed.”
I smiled faintly and pointed to his office door.
“I'll talk to you inside it.”
“Is there a reason for that?”
“It's private, I don't want others to hear it.”
I approached him and said with a bright smile:
“Come inside.”
Arkell entered silently behind me, and closed the door.
He sat at the table in front of me and asked me:
“Now we are alone.”
“Can you come closer?”
He approached slowly until his breathing became palpable, and said in a low voice:
“Tell me, Saint. What do you want me to do?”
My heart skipped a beat.
'Shall I ask him...?'
I opened my mouth carefully:
“Arkle… I want you to beg.”
"I beg? Like last time?"
I nodded with a slight smile.
I will practice manifesting my sacred power...
'Not for personal reasons...!'
“But what do you want me to beg for?”
He asked me with a dead face.
'I haven't exactly thought about it yet...'
All I want is to see Arkell submissively pleading, in a pleading, earnest voice, like a hero thrown into difficult situations does.
Last time it wasn't a real plea...this time I want it to be real and desperate.
'But, what should he beg for?'
I didn't think about the details of the words, I just wanted to see him kneel before me pleadingly.
'What am I going to make him say?'
‘Madam...?’ Whenever I thought about it, I felt so despicable... and maybe Arkle would go crazy over it.
How about ‘Please....?’… No, that’s too traditional. Traditional and empty of any meaning.
'Isn't there a suitable sentence among what you've read in novels before...?'
I've read dozens of novels of this kind, so why exactly now does nothing come to mind?
While no appropriate expression occurred to me, I held my forehead with my hand in distress, and then, like a drowning person clutching at a straw, I asked Arkel:
“Arkle, do you have something to say to me...?”
“Something I would like to say?”
I nodded determinedly, my lips tightly pursed.
“Anything...it doesn't matter what it is...”
Arkel thought for a moment, then looked at me carefully before asking again:
“Are you sure you don't mind whatever I say?”
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Translated by: Snow
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