I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 132

Chapter 66.2

“Dig deep inside and give the most agonizing nightmares. You’ll also need to be careful not to wake her up in the middle.”

The rat shapeshifters nodded their heads. Nevertheless, Dimitri still looked incredulous while staring at them and opened his mouth.

“I know how to crush the bodies of the cubs if you play any tricks.”

Saying so, he pointed with his chin to the branch on the other side.

There, Shedim, the servant of Dimitri’s demon Samael, coiled around with a long, forked tongue, its ends cracked. In the middle of the coil, baby rats lay asleep.

“Go.”

Dimitri commanded, his face villainous as he pointed toward Cayetana’s window.

The rat shapeshifters climbed the tree branches and approached the window, calling out their nightmares to follow them as they unlocked the window.

Rat shapeshifters lived in the gutters, carried disease, and used dream magic to steal the energy of humans. If anyone knew he had unleashed them in his own house, they’d call him mad, but Dimitri didn’t care. He wanted Cayetana to suffer, even if just a little, for the chaos she had caused.

Only then did he think the irritation seething inside him might be relieved.

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Early that morning, Cayetana, whose pride had been wounded by the incident with Rowaine and irritated by her useless maids, drank four glasses of wine before finally falling asleep.

She dreamed.

The first dream was of her children.

The sight of them playing in the garden of the beautiful Blois mansion was lovely… but the peaceful scene was soon shattered. It was because Dimitri, with a demonic expression, strangled her children and swung his sword at them.”

“No! No, my children! No…!”

Cayetana could only shed tears of blood as she watched the terrible sight of her children slaughtered by Dimitri’s sword.

“I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill that cat!”

While wailing, time in her dreams ebbed and flowed.

Before she knew it, she had taken on the appearance of an old woman with gray hair. The majestic figure who once commanded Blois was gone. Now, her body was frail and skinny as she curled up in an old chair, being abused by a maid.

“Do you still think you’re the Duchess? You look like a senile hag!”

She trembled at the maid’s insult.

How did she become like this? What happened…

At that moment, light entered the shabby space like a hut. It seemed that someone had opened the door and entered.

“You can’t die. You won’t be able to die and will live in this hell for the rest of your life.”

It was Dimitri’s voice.

Cayetana struggled with her body. She wanted to grab Dimitri and beat him. However, her doddery body didn’t budge, and she only curled up like a statue.

“Take her out and show her to those who come. Shall we let them see how she’s prolonging her life?”

At his command, someone lifted Cayetana’s body. The next moment, she was locked in a cage. It was the same cage that she once imprisoned young Dimitri.

Surrounding her, many people were watching her crouching in the cage.

“What a good sight. Cayetana Lerida.”

Lerida? That was the last name before marriage.

Cayetana opened her bulging eyes wide.

“Cayetana Lerida!”

As he repeated her name again, Dimitri was now laughing. Not only that he had taken her children from her, but also the Blois’ name.

“I’m Cayetana Blois! It’s Blois!”

She writhed, but her voice dissipated in the back of her throat and faded away.

“Blois is mine. Blois is mine…!”

Grabbing the cage, she shook it wildly and screamed as loud as she could.

…She used to be a presence in Blois.

In despair and pain, Cayetana struggled and sobbed. The voices of taunters pierced sharply and haunted her.

Still, her cruel dreams continued.

In her third dream, she eventually collapsed. Dimitri stood where she had just been, smiling happily with Rowaine and their beautiful child.

Love overflowed in their eyes, and they looked like a happy young couple. At the same time, Dimitri smiled as he embraced all the things that had once belonged to her. Cayetana had never seen him smile so joyfully. He had always been a child who trembled in fear before her.

His smile felt like a hideous grin of a demon mocking her

“Unggh… It can’t be like this. Why… why are you laughing…!”

She was frustrated… no, terrified, beyond mere dejection. She had lost everything, and her sense of defeat filled her with emptiness. The three dreams were Cayetana’s worst past, present, and future—the things she could least bear.

Her body shivered from the extreme stress as she looked on.

Cold sweat ran down her body as she slept. It was a relentless nightmare from which she couldn’t wake, no matter how much she wanted to.

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