I Reincarnated As A Villainess, But Why Did I Become A Cat Butler Instead? - Chapter 224

Chapter 112.2

I wiped the blood splattered on my face haphazardly and supported Dimitri, who had bowed his head down.

“I’ll heal you, so just hang in there!”

I reached out to him, but he caught my outstretched hand and held it.

“Not here.”

“What are you talking about?!”

Blood was flowing profusely from his wounds.

“Hurry…!”

As my voice was shaking with fear, my lips were quivering from sobbing, and my pronunciation was muffled. I was so worried about what would happen if he died that my vision was blurred by tears.

Still, even in such a moment, Dimitri was adamant.

“Hide your abilities.”

Then, he groaned with a furrowed expression.

“Is that more important than your life right now?”

Neither able to do this nor that, I sobbed, torn between conflicting emotions of worry and anxiety.

All of a sudden, his breath came close to my ear.

“You really confuse me, you know. What is the meaning of these tears now? Could it be just another form of kindness?”

With those words, Hyle took him away from me.

“I’ll support you, Madam Rowaine!”

“Ah…!”

“Hey! Prepare the carriage! Get on the horse and go first, and have the doctor on standby!”

After giving the orders quickly, he entrusted the cleanup to the knight commander and placed his master in the carriage. I thought Dimitri wouldn’t stop me if we were in an enclosed space where no one was watching, so naturally, I tried to get in the carriage with him.

However, Hyle stopped me.

“Madam Rowaine, please go with Grand Madam Rosanne.”

“Wa, wait just a moment!”

Before I could grab hold of him, the door closed in front of me and the carriage swiftly departed.

I stood there in bewilderment.

‘…Why?’

Why did he leave me behind? I was certain that Hyle knew about my abilities.

I shouted at the departing carriage.

“You should take me, you idiots!”

It felt like I had eaten a hundred sweet potatoes*.
[ T/N: It’s a figurative expression to convey the feeling of frustration since you normally feel stuffy or suffocated if you eat a lot of sweet potatoes at once without anything to drink. ]

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Hyle, who pushed Rowaine out and closed the door, turned around and looked at Dimitri. There was no trace of concern or urgency in his gaze. There was only an arrogant frown as if he didn’t understand.

“It’s a perverse hobby of yours. Why did you intentionally get hurt?”

“….”

When Dimitri, with his face hidden in the collar of his clothes, showed no sign of movement, Hyle tugged on his clothes a little roughly.

“If you continue like this, it will get infected. Take it off. What if you catch a disease from someone else’s blood entering your system?”

After saying that, he narrowed his eyes and asked suspiciously.

“Are you sure you’re hurt?”

“I am.”

Only then did Dimitri, with a slightly aggrieved expression, take off his clothes to reveal his wounds.

Moments after, Hyle assessed the depth of the wound and shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent expression as he opened his mouth.

“I think it will get better after a good night’s sleep.”

In the first place, the knife Dimitri threw at Count Schdental was a small one with a blade that wasn’t very long. So, even though he wasn’t wearing any armor, it wasn’t at all easy to pierce a human’s ribs with that small knife. In addition, Dimitri even had time to pull his upper body back slightly the moment he was stabbed.

As a result, Count Schdental’s knife was stopped before it could reach his ribs, barely passing through his thick pectoral muscles. However, when the Count noticed and attempted a second strike, Rowaine vigorously struck him down with an axe.

After rummaging through the carriage, Hyle found the first aid kit and promptly poured disinfectant over his master’s wounds.

Dimitri made a groaning sound.

“Are you hurting? Then, why didn’t you ask Madam Rowaine to come along for treatment rather than leaving her behind? No, that old man was moving so sluggishly that you could have easily avoided him before he even approached you.”

“….”

“What is it? Do you have some ingenious plan that I don’t know about? I followed along, thinking that might be the case, but…”

When Count Schdental approached Dimitri to wield his knife, the quick-witted Hyle had noticed his master deliberately discarded his weapon and suspected that he had some other plan in mind.

“Now, tell me. Why are you doing this?”

At the question, Dimitri suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly and shrugged his shoulders.

“Well… just perversity?”

“Yes?”

When Hyle put his hand to his ear again, as if asking Dimitri to repeat himself, like he had misheard something, Dimitri wore a coy expression and sank deep into his chair.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s just a simple marital dispute.”

“Yes?”

Hyle opened his mouth as if he couldn’t believe it, or rather, as if he didn’t want to believe it.

“What kind of marital dispute is handled in such a harsh manner…”

“The look in your eyes is disrespectful.”

After he coldly ordered his aide, who was looking at him like he was a madman, to face the wall, Dimitri crossed his arms and scoffed to himself.

His mind was filled entirely with thoughts of Rowaine.

‘She looks sad because of me.’

It was a mischievous sentiment.

He wanted her to feel sad and distressed because of him.

He hoped her mind would be filled with himself, just like he was thinking about her now. If she worried and worried again, maybe his presence would appear in her heart again. Perhaps, by imagining him disappearing while trembling with anxiety, she might realize how important he was.

And maybe her earnest feelings for him might emerge.

He sincerely hoped so.