I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 13

Chapter 7.1

Derek, the butler, knocked on Dimitri’s office door. Dimitri, who was drunk with the scent that Rowaine had left behind, stretched out on the sofa, and as he was gazing up at the ceiling, he asked.

“What?”

“The Count Larscel’s aide is leaving.”

“Without putting up a fight?”

“Miss Rowaine is in the carriage as well. When I asked if she would like to say goodbye to the Master, she said she had already finished talking to you, so she just left.”

Dimitri leaned back with his shoulders shaking lightly.

As he smiled like a madman, Derek just stood there with a straight face, like a true professional.

After a while, Dimitri sighed but then laughed silently again.

“She knows I’m desperate, and she’s still testing me—that girl.”

He remembered the look in her eyes as she stared straight at him. Rowaine’s eyes were quite firm as if she knew a lot. It didn’t seem to be a ruse.

Derek asked.

“What will you do, sire?”

“Indeed. What will I do?”

Dimitri pressed his lips as he recalled Rowaine’s confidence. Just the thought of her made his mouth water because of that sweet and refreshing scent. Feeling a distinct hunger because of his impatience, he slowly rose to his feet.

“Let’s go catch her.”

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My carriage to passed through the teleportation magic circle at the Blois estate, so I arrived at Count Larscel’s residence before long at dusk, the setting sun drooping down the mountain.

I didn’t just come back without a plan.

While the Duke of Blois ensured that I would be far from Count Larscel’s grasp, I was planning to persuade Renée’s lover, Nigel.

‘Now that things have turned out like this, I can’t just ignore Renée. I have to take responsibility.’

It seemed like Renée wouldn’t be able to take care of the matter herself if I left the task to her.

To be honest, I could just turn away from it all, but if I did, I would feel a bit guilty. It felt like I was taking advantage of Renée and just throwing her away.

So, I took action, but there was something I was a little worried about.

‘It would be difficult if Count Larscel tried to take me to the Emperor before Duke Blois would make his move.’

As I got out of the carriage, trying to figure out how to hold on to the situation, someone violently pulled me.

“Just what the hell are you doing, Rowaine?!”

It was Count Larscel, his plump face in a furious bright red hue. In the meanwhile, the Countess, Rowaine’s biological mother, tried to raise the white flag and stop the Count.

“Calm down, honey. She’s already come back, isn’t she?”

However, the Count still shoved me roughly and knocked me down.

“Argh!“

“It seems that I’ve spoiled you too much, Rowaine. I always thought you were a smart girl, but why did you do such a stupid thing?”

“Honey! What if you hurt her face? Do you intend to provoke His Majesty’s wrath ?”

…What?

‘She’s telling him not to hit me not because she’s worried about her daughter, but because she was worried about the face that would seduce the Emperor…?’

Amazing.

‘With a family like this, it’s no wonder why Rowaine turned out this way.’

Her vicious nature of stepping on the weak as a hobby didn’t just fall from anywhere. It was her environment that created her.

As I stared at Count Larscel as he raised his hand against his daughter, my real father suddenly came to mind. My real father used to beat my mother. With very patriarchal values imbued in him, he raised his hand if my mother even so much as offended him slightly.

I became his next punching bag as soon as my mother got hospitalized.

Then, one day, I fled to my grandmother’s house after I was beaten badly. My father found me in no time. He said that he came to find me in the distant countryside because there was no one else who’d cook for my brother, whom my father feared.

And what did I do when I heard that?

Thinking about that time, I jumped up. I had never once again surrendered helplessly to violence inflicted on me.

“Don’t give in, Eunsoo. Resist—you don’t have to live like me.”

My mother’s muffled voice crossed through my mind.

At that moment, it felt as though blood was rushing to my head. With a swagger to my steps, I approached Count Larcel, close enough that my forehead was just an inch away from his.

“What is it, Rowaine? Are you trying to rebel against me?”

“Yeah. Am I not allowed?”

“What? Has your head gone bigger just because you’ve been so adored by His Majesty? Now you’re so arrogant that there’s nothing beneath you?!”

I laughed out loud at those words.

“Isn’t that you, father? While you’ve been sucking up to His Majesty, you were beating me behind his back. Have you forgotten who exactly made it so that you’re chummy with the Emperor now?”

“Huh? You dare talk back to your father?!”

Although the Count raised his hand again, I didn’t bat an eye.

It was foolish for him to even think he could control Rowaine. Even if I had been the real Rowaine, she, who had become so arrogant, wouldn’t have put up with this treatment. In the eyes of others, the fight between me and the Count now seems to be a tug of war to determine who it really was who held the most power in this household.

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