The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 117
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“I won, it’s a full house!”
Yuldian, sitting around the table in the reception room of Gerun’s mansion, threw his cards down and shouted.
“…My hand is only a flush. Sorry, Roxelyn.”
“It’s okay, I wasn’t expecting much.”
At Roxelyn’s indifferent comment, Arma hesitated. He glared at the innocent cards and then slowly nodded.
Yuldian burst out laughing triumphantly.
“Hahaha! You fool, no matter how much you jump around, you’re still right below me!”
“How perfectly your nasty personality fits my taste. Ah, really… It’s like someone created a creature just for me.”
“…”
Yuldian, who had been laughing crudely, suddenly fell silent. He clamped his mouth shut and slowly turned his head, frowning.
“Unfortunately for you, I have four of a kind.”
As Roxelyn laid down her cards, Yuldian’s eyes widened.
“That’s impossible! How can you have four of a kind! The odds are so low…”
Yuldian was about to gesture wildly but, catching Naryan’s stern look, he quietly folded his fingers and placed them on his lap.
Naryan usually laughed off Yuldian’s vulgar traits, including his insolence, but there was one exception.
She never tolerated any disrespectful behavior towards Roxelyn, whom her mother had acknowledged as a friend.
Since the day Naryan had ‘playfully’ spanked Yuldian for mocking Roxelyn, leaving him unable to sit properly for days, Yuldian never dared to oppose her again.
‘Indeed, the favoritism of the powerful is the best.’
Thanks to that, Roxelyn was quite comfortable.
Wherever they went, if you were favored by those above, things generally went smoothly.
“Um, Lyn! I have five cards of the same color but all different shapes. What is this?”
Naryan showed her five cards and asked.
“…Crazy.”
Instead of Roxelyn, Yuldian muttered a curse under his breath.
“Royal straight flush…”
“Royal… what? Why are these foreigners’ games so complicated?”
Naryan pouted her lips and swung her hands dismissively.
“It’s the best hand in the game. It means you’ve won.”
At Roxelyn’s explanation, Naryan’s eyes widened.
“I won? So I’m first?”
“That’s right.”
“…How is she even lucky.”
Yuldian muttered in a small, life-weary voice and then burst into hollow laughter.
That was when it happened.
Click—
Gerun entered the room, dressed differently from before, where those sitting around the table were.
It was one of the reception rooms in the Wilfred mansion.
He entered with a neat expression and smiled as he spoke.
“Roxelyn was right. They were both lackeys of ‘Makruxa’.”
“You seem to have enjoyed yourself quite a bit.”
At Roxelyn’s words, Gerun grinned.
“You know me well.”
The Marquis’s wife died amidst Gerun’s indifference, but she was not originally a frail person.
She had contracted the widespread epidemic in Roxelyn’s world.
Not long after, Gerun noticed, and around that time, some apothecary claimed to have developed a cure for the epidemic.
Demand overflowed and supply ran low, so prices skyrocketed.
In fact, neither Roxelyn nor Gerun were people short of information or money.
Roxelyn had heard that Gerun had obtained it.
However…
For some reason, Marchioness Wilfred died the following year, a year of severe famine.
The cause was the untreated epidemic in her system.
Rumors of discord between Marquis and Marchioness Wilfred reached a peak around that time.
It was said that Gerun Wilfred hadn’t even bought the medicine for his wife, which could have been purchased with money.
‘Whether Gerun didn’t give it or the Marchioness didn’t take it…’
Roxelyn couldn’t know for sure, but it was probably the latter.
If so, why she hadn’t taken it was a curious matter.
Roxelyn watched Gerun, who sat down at the table with a nonchalant face. He smiled as if he felt her gaze.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Have you finally decided to accept me as your father?”
“Did that man confess the location of the arsonist?”
Roxelyn ignored what he said and asked instead.