The Baddest Villainess Is Back - Chapter 138
“Thewe were times when I wished I had a fathew who smiled mowe…”
Zerti Bellion lowered his head, his eyes trembling.
“I wished fow a fathew who would often take us on picnics…”
As Roxelyn continued, Zerti Bellion’s fingertips trembled slightly.
“I wished for a fathew who would often hug me and tell me he loves me…”
“…”
“I wished for a fathew who would wead me faiwy tales sometimes…”
Now Zerti Bellion’s head was bowed, and he was trembling, unable to speak.
“I…”
“I’m not finished yet.”
Roxelyn grabbed the hem of Zerti’s clothes as he tried to turn away.
“And also…”
“Still more…?”
Zerti Bellion bit his lip.
“Yes. I wished for a fathew who knew how to take cawe of himself, who wasn’t gloomy… someone like Marquis Gerun Wilfwed…”
“Just tell me you hate me instead.”
Zerti Bellion muttered softly, ready to bolt out of the room at any moment.
“But what can I do? You’re my fathew.”
Roxelyn smiled innocently.
“So please come often, hold my hand, and come out of the basement. I’m lonely.”
Roxelyn spread her arms wide. Zerti Bellion hesitated before holding her in his arms and responding.
“…Alright, I will.”
“Anyway, I do like Fathew.”
“…Thank you. But why are you talking like that all of a sudden?”
“You told me to speak cutely, appropriate for my age.”
He didn’t mean to say it with such a dry expression.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Okay.”
Roxelyn thought it was picky, but she smiled slightly.
* * *
“Nice to meet you, Lady Bellion. I am Arma Diyanitas.”
“I’m Roxelyn Bellion, Your Highness the Thiwd Prince.”
On what was likely her last day in this world, Roxelyn visited the imperial palace.
“I heard you’re very ill. Are you feeling better today?”
“As you can see.”
It was a fairly pleasant autumn day.
But Roxelyn’s appearance was somewhat amusing.
She wore a thick winter dress, a thick cloak and shawl, and earmuffs from a foreign country.
From a distance, she looked like a snowman.
Roxelyn gave high marks to Arma for not laughing at her upon seeing her.
“I’m sorry to say this, but you look adorable.”
“Yes.”
Roxelyn nodded indifferently.
‘In the past, I was unconscious for over a month, so we met after the sunset.’
This time, because she woke up immediately, the meeting schedule was quicker than expected.
‘Come to think of it, according to the Second Prince, he was supposed to be attacked by assassins around this time.’
Roxelyn looked at the small, cute boy who was much smaller and younger than she remembered.
The boy, who must have been about nine years old, was not as timid as she remembered and was looking at her more directly than she had expected.
‘Oh, since I received a compliment, should I give one too?’
Roxelyn looked Arma up and down.
“You’we cute too, Youw Highness.”
“…Pardon?”
“I said you’we cute. Can we go fow a walk? I feel stuffy.”
“Oh, of course! This way, please.”
Even at a young age, the boy escorted her with impeccable manners and clear eyes.
“I’m glad you’we not gloomy.”
“…Pardon?”
“My fathew is gloomy, so I hoped my futuwe husband would be less gloomy.”
“Hu-hu-hus-husband…”
Arma staggered and his lips moved wordlessly.
‘Come to think of it, we’re not engaged yet.’
Roxelyn quickly opened her mouth to recover.
“Oh, I was talking about my ideal type, not you, Youw Highness. My futuwe husband.”
“…Oh. Future… husband.”
Arma Diyanitas paused, then slowly nodded with a somewhat stiff expression.
“I will show you the greenhouse garden. It’s warm there, so you can take off some of those layers.”
“Thank you.”
Roxelyn followed Arma to the greenhouse garden.
‘Come to think of it, I always had to dress like this when going out as a child.’
Roxelyn always had to wear such excessive clothing when going out.
In hindsight, it was all out of concern.
‘Is today the last day?’
If her expectations were correct, she might return to her original world tonight.
Because tomorrow is the day she was supposed to regain consciousness after a month.
“Arma Diyanitas?”
Just as they entered the garden…
Thud—!
At the same time as a strange, mechanical voice was heard, her body was thrown backward.