When the Villainess Died, the Male Lead Went Crazy - Chapter 132.1
“Would you like to wear a dress?”
“Huh?”
Lillith had spent more time with Anais outside recently. Anais Percival was truly a busy person, but she always made time to meet with Lillith. Lillith knew that despite Anais’s packed schedule, she still made an effort to meet her, so every moment they shared felt precious.
Although she had ignored Goddess Julias’s warning, there had been no retaliation since then. This meant that, at least for now, they hadn’t strayed too far from the larger plan.
Lillith was careful not to anger the Goddess, but she still planned to prevent the destruction of Anais’s soul in the future. After all, if a fate was already set, there were limits to what humans could change.
That was why Goddess Julias hadn’t immediately killed Anais—she still had some emotional attachment.
If Lillith used her own essence as leverage, there might be some consideration before destruction was carried out. This endless cycle of reincarnation was a proof of Goddess Julias’s lingering attachment and resentment.
“I think you’d look great in a dress.”
Anais was someone who disliked the social scene, but she had often gazed longingly at the dresses of noblewomen. Even at social gatherings, she wore her uniform. She never knew when she would be summoned to the palace, and she had many responsibilities to manage.
“Do you really think so?”
“Yes, I think anything would suit you, Lady Anais. And please buy one for me too.”
“Haha.”
“I know you went to the tailor with Lewarren before.”
“Did Lewarren say that?”
“He tells everything. Even the most unnecessary things.”
Lillith said it on purpose, trying to sound bold. She wanted to use it as an excuse to go dress shopping with Anais.
She had learned to play the piano because she enjoyed spending time with Anais. The problem was that, compared to Lillith, who quickly learned, Anais struggled with it. She couldn’t play any instruments, and although she memorized the theory, she couldn’t quite perform it.
The two of them headed to a dressmaker’s shop in the capital. While Duchy Percival had their own personal designer, Lillith preferred to visit someone known for making exquisite dresses.
“My goodness, Young Duke Percival!”
The service was naturally extravagant. Lillith had grown accustomed to this kind of treatment when she was with Anais. Interestingly, while Lillith had become used to it, Anais always seemed uncomfortable with the attention.
Lillith wondered if it was because she could see through people’s true feelings. People bowed to Lillith out of fear of Young Duke Percival behind her, and they were kind to her only because they wanted something from her.
Somehow, when Lillith thought about it, she understood why Anais liked her. She just enjoyed being together, without expecting anything in return. Despite knowing that Lillith was the destined woman for the man she loved, Anais still accepted her, and Lillith wondered if she truly believed she could defy that fate.
“If you have a uniform tailored at our shop…”
“Today, we’re here to look at dresses.”
Lillith interrupted the tailor’s words. Several women, their faces bright with enthusiasm, gathered around Anais and Lillith as they clasped their hands together in excitement.
“For Lady Anais, hmm, a blue dress would suit her well.”
“Can we try on that one over there?”
“Oh my! The saint truly has an eye for these things!”
The blue dress that hung on the rack looked almost finished and was more vivid than Anais’s blue eyes. Lillith felt that it suited her perfectly.
“That one’s a bit too flashy.”
“Lady Anaïs, you look great in something flashy.”
Anais hesitated for a moment, then laughed heartily and nodded. Lillith knew well that Anais would never refuse if she pushed a little.
As Anais entered the fitting room, Lillith began to browse for other dresses. Just then, a strange figure barged in.
“If you behave, I won’t kill you.”
The intruder was armed with a gun. Lillith wasn’t afraid of guns. As long as she wasn’t shot in the head, she wouldn’t die, and according to Goddess Julias’s fate, even if shot in the head, the bullet would miss.
And, behind her, Anais Percival was strong enough to deflect bullets with a sword.
“Lillith!”
“Drop the sword. If you don’t, this woman’s head will fly off.”
Lillith coldly stared at the intruder, preparing to speak and tell him to attack, ignoring her.
“Ugh…”
She felt as though something was blocking her voice, as if she couldn’t speak.
“It seems like this woman is afraid.”
“Lillith.”
When their eyes met, Lillith was startled to realize that her body wasn’t moving as she wished.
I won’t die. So please, take up the sword.
She wanted to say that, but every time she tried, her throat felt as though it would tear, and tears began to fall because of it.
“Let Lillith go. If you want her, take me instead.”
“Drop your sword first.”
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