The Villainess' Son is Innocent - Chapter 2
Isméralda. Jenuartt. Lancaster… How could I not realize? After all, the book was always placed on top of the cramped shelf of my tiny one-room apartment.
I screamed in disbelief, doubting my reality, and then, “Waaah!” a baby’s cry erupted. If only I could see that their names matched the characters I knew of. But then my teary eyes cleared, and their appearances gradually became sharper.
A woman was smiling at me, her face looking tired after giving birth. And a man with a stoic aura was holding her hand.
It was clear, and even…
“Imel, how are you feeling? Are you okay?”
“Look, Jenuartt. She looks just like me.”
I seemed to be the daughter of these two, Isméralda, the heroine, and Jenuartt, the hero.
‘Even more unbelievable than winning the lottery…’
Fortunately, I quickly adapted to this new life. Perhaps it’s because I died completely and was reborn into a new body. Once I’d gotten used to this life, everything felt like a stroke of luck.
It was no wonder, considering they were the heroine and hero. The household I was born into exceeded the realm of ordinary by a significant margin.
‘The reason I’m being blinded certainly isn’t because of the halo behind you two…’
One of the three most wealthy people in the empire. A support base gained by stopping Roveline the villainess.
From looks that surpassed that of humans to everything else, my mom and dad had it all.
At first, it was scary how all of this was centered on me, their daughter.
“Isn’t this room too small for our daughter?”
“How about we tear down the walls and combine it with the next room instead of expanding?”
“We’ll do that, then.”
“Jenuartt, look! Vel is holding my finger!”
“Isn’t she adorable?”
“Yes, very adorable.”
It was a perfect home. But did that mean my mom and dad neglected me?
“Isméralda, Vel, she…”
“Vel? What’s wrong with her, Jenuartt?”
“…She rubbed her eyes.”
It was almost too much to handle with all their exaggerated comments. It got to the point where I didn’t even know if they were joking.
‘It’s like I became a billionaire overnight.’
Even the rattle my dad placed in the cradle was more expensive than my previous monthly salary. I didn’t even know what it was made of.
I was afraid to even touch anything, fearing that if I accidentally broke something, I would be punished for it.
‘Gasp, Oh, no! I threw it by accident, and now it has a dent!’
But even if I made mistakes, the two of them didn’t scold me.
“Vel, if you don’t like that one, how about this?”
“Is this one too hard to hold?”
“Oh dear, is that one not okay? Vel, want to try throwing it?”
Rather, they brought me piles of new toys.
In such an environment, I gradually adapted to my new life to the point where even a gem the size of a fingernail seemed ordinary. After enjoying a stable life for a few years…
“Hello, Lord Calixt?”
The son of the villainess. Emil Lachlan Ronchisté Calixt.
When I met Emil, I was only ten years old. Emil was surprisingly a normal kid… except for his face, of course.
I tried to keep my distance, expecting him to possess the cruel traits that Roveline showed in the story. But there was no sign of such characteristics in him.
Emil didn’t even inherit the coldness of his father, Duke Calixt. He was just a quiet kid.
“Do you prefer to be alone?”
Up close, I couldn’t help but be in awe of Emil’s appearance.
Even though he was still a child, his distinct features immediately drew attention. His beautiful silver-gray hair exuded an elegant aura, but there was a subtle shadow lurking. Like a young wounded beast.
Also, his dazzling eyes. He inherited golden irises from Roveline, which gave his eyes a different kind of glow among other children.
“No… That’s not…”
“Then let’s play together!”
Perhaps, while being captivated by his shining appearance, I also felt concern for the lonely Emil, which made me act even friendlier.
Children shouldn’t suffer due to their parents’ sins. With this sentiment, I wanted to give Emil a friend, at the very least.
That’s why I didn’t know. I didn’t know that everything would fall apart.
As time passed, Emil seemed to gradually blend in with others. However, as this happened, there were more frequent instances of him disappearing and the mysteriousness of his whereabouts.
“Emil, has there been something going on with you lately?”
A formal smile lingered briefly on Emil’s lips before disappearing.
“No, everything is fine.”
By the time I realized that something was strangely amiss, it was already too late.
I was nineteen when Emil suddenly disappeared. Even after sending a letter to Duke Calixt himself, all I received was an unbelievable reply saying he had gone to a residence in the northeast to recuperate from an illness.
It was absurd.
For several weeks, I scoured the capital while avoiding the duke’s prying gaze. I used everything, from ridiculous rumors of social circles to requests from information guilds, all to find Emil.
And as expected, my suspicions that Emil might still be in the capital were confirmed.
By none other than Emil himself.
One day, Emil suddenly appeared in my room in the middle of the night. The night before my wedding. I’d been postponing it again and again all to search for him.
He was dressed in black, and a strong, pungent smell of blood came from him.
A strange sense of unease overwhelmed me. The mansion was too quiet, and I was distracted by the drops of blood falling onto the carpet.
“I… I ruined everything.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The marquis and marchioness are dead.”
I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Like a fool, I asked again, and Emil repeated the same answer.
“I killed the marquis and marchioness.”
I couldn’t understand the reason. God, I wanted so badly not to believe him.
Barefoot, I rushed out of the room and into the corridor, where my feet met a sticky pool of liquid. A trail of blood stretched all the way to my room, hinting that it may have come from Emil.
Where did those footprints lead to?
When I finally realized what Emil meant about killing my parents, a terrifying mix of anger and resentment surged within me.
It was at that moment when I turned around to confront him.
I saw the blade pierce through my stomach.
“Why on earth…?”
Unlike the first time, accepting my second death was not as easy.
It was as if Emil’s actions were not his own. Resting on Emil’s knees, I faced death once more, and for a while, I wandered the deep black void.
How much time had passed since I’d watched the story’s end from the depths of darkness?
“My lady, are you awake?”
When I opened my eyes again, I’d gone back in time to when I was ten years old.
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