Is It So Wrong that I Like Seeing the Villain Suffer? - Chapter 2

“You. Who said you could come here?”

I flinched momentarily at the sharp voice but calmly composed myself.

‘No need to be scared. It’s just because no one brought me food, right?’

The people here wouldn’t want me to starve to death either.

‘If I explain the situation, they’ll understand.’

As I turned around gently, there was a boy standing behind me.

He was a boy so pretty it was almost unbelievable.

With shiny black hair and reddish eyes with a hint of gold, his large eyes with slightly upturned corners were striking.

He stared at me with his mouth slightly open, and his puzzled expression was incredibly cute.

The boy, who had slowly examined me, asked,

“I don’t recognize your face. Are you a new maid?”

I shook my head slightly.

“No. I’m a hostage.”

The boy looked confused.

“Hostage?”

“Um… I’m Lize Allenheim, kidnapped by the master of this place.”

I smiled brightly, meaning to say “Nice to meet you,” but the boy’s round eyes grew even larger.

“Lize Allenheim?!”

The boy approached me with quick steps.

“No way…. You’re really the saintess of Allenheim…? The one said to have the ability to heal wounds just by touching?”

The boy gaped at me, examining my face up close.

Though his sparkling gaze was a bit burdensome, I remained silent because his beautiful face was so lovable.

“The saintess of Allenheim…. I said I wanted to see her too, but sister Martha wouldn’t allow it. She said she couldn’t trust me.”

The boy muttered, grumbling without taking his eyes off me.

“Sister still thinks I’m a child. Hey, can I touch you just once…?”

He was sending an awe-filled gaze at my silver hair draped over my shoulders.

“Go ahead and touch it.”

“Thank you!”

The boy gently stroked my silver hair with careful hands.

“Wow… It’s my first time seeing silver hair. They said the people of Allenheim have silver hair, and it’s true. It’s beautiful….”

The boy murmured, staring intently at the hair in his hand.

Looking at his face with sparkling eyes, I felt my tension ease away.

‘What? He’s just a cute kid.’

Far from being scared, I felt rather warm due to his angelic appearance.

‘I guess it’s okay to lower my guard?’

I loosened my grip on the statuette hidden in my sleeve.

‘I should ask him for directions to the kitchen.’

Just as I thought things were going well, it happened.

A strange glint passed through the boy’s large eyes that had been sparkling brightly.

The boy glanced at me and opened his mouth gently.

“…What’s in your right hand?”

His reddish eyes gleamed sharply.

The atmosphere had changed so much in just a few seconds that it felt like he had become a different person.

“You’re holding a toy.”

The boy raised the corner of his mouth, looking intrigued.

‘How did he know? This kid….’

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

The boy said with a pretty smile, his eyes curving gently.

“Why don’t you throw away such a dangerous thing? I don’t want to take it by force either.”

I silently dropped the ornament I was holding.

‘There’s no use resisting anyway.’

With a clang! The pointed piece rolled on the floor.

Seeing the piece on the floor, the boy smiled understandingly.

“This is from the attic. Is that why I couldn’t see your face until now?”

The boy asked, looking back and forth between the piece and me.

“Did you come here trying to do something to me with that?”

I shook my head vehemently, feeling wronged.

“No, I don’t even know who you are!”

And I have no intention of escaping at all!

This is bad.

If I’m not careful, I’ll drift further and further from the image of a docile hostage.

I absolutely refuse to endure a harsh confinement.

I smiled kindly as if to reassure him, but….

The boy’s gaze only grew colder.

“…You don’t know who I am?”

“Y-yes, that’s right!”

“You didn’t hear about me from Martha, Arkle, or anyone else?”

I’m telling you!

How could I have targeted you without knowing who you are?

The boy’s gaze darkened.

“I’m really hurt… As expected, the people in this household treat me like trash….”

For some reason, the boy’s shadowed face exuded an eerie atmosphere.

Ah.

Only then did a name flash through my mind.

‘Naran Cayenne.’

Why didn’t I think of it sooner?

The black hair and reddish eyes with a hint of gold matched the description in the novel perfectly.

The craziest troublemaker among the three Cayenne siblings….

“Naran.”

As I muttered blankly, staring at the boy before me, Naran Cayenne’s eyes widened.

“What? You do know my name.”

“Well, I heard it!”

Naran narrowed his eyes and looked at me.

“From whom?”

“I overheard the maids talking. They mentioned your name, calling you the third young master.”

“How did you know it was me?”

“You look alike. With that man, Arkle.”

I smiled slightly and spoke calmly.

According to the novel’s description, all three Cayenne siblings have black hair and reddish eyes.

“…Is that so?”

Naran still seemed doubtful, but he no longer exuded the same killing intent as before.

“So… what were you doing here, Lize Allenheim?”

However, the look in his eyes as he examined me was still not normal.

He was like a mischievous child pondering how to play with a toy he liked.

I swallowed hard.

Naran Cayenne, seeing him in person was really….

‘Intense.’

It was a feeling that couldn’t be explained in one word, but if I had to say it, it was really… ‘intense.’

Of course, it’s not that I’m not scared at all.

The aura of the boy smiling dangerously in front of me was truly tremendous.

But no less than that, it was also fascinating.

‘So this is how it feels. This is how it feels to see it in person…!’

My heart was pounding at the atmosphere that I could never feel through the novel alone.

Only now did I truly realize that I had entered <Red Moon>.

‘After all, I’d rather die in a place I love than live long in a boring world.’

Then I think I’ll have no regrets even if I die.

Along with the excitement, words finally started flowing smoothly.

“I was looking for the employees. To ask for a meal. I came down here thinking there would be a kitchen.”

Hearing my words, Naran made a regretful face.

“You’ve come to the completely wrong place. The kitchen is in the bas*ment. But….”

His eyes sparkled and the corners of his mouth curved upwards.

“Since you’ve come all the way here, want to see my workshop?”

Workshop?

As I looked at him for a moment, Naran chuckled.

“I’ve taken a liking to you, Lize. I don’t usually let just anyone in.”

Hmm….

I knew what kind of space his ‘workshop’ was.

‘If I refuse, he’ll probably drag me there by force anyway, right?’

Judging by Naran Cayenne’s personality, that’s certainly what he’d do.

‘It’s better to go of my own accord.’

“Okay.”

Naran’s face brightened.

“This way!”

He called out cheerfully as he led the way.

I slowly followed him.

Naran, as he walked ahead, seemed truly excited.

‘Looking at him like this, he just seems like an innocent kid….’

But the scene in the ‘workshop’ we arrived at was far from innocent.

Creak–

A dim room where not a single ray of sunlight entered.

The spacious room was filled with all kinds of torture devices.

Whips and iron skewers of various sizes hung on the walls, and devices I had only seen in movies were displayed everywhere.

“How is it? Do you like it?”

Naran, standing with his hands behind his back, observed my reaction.

“You couldn’t see things like this in Allenheim, right? No, you probably couldn’t find them in the entire empire. I’ve collected them quite meticulously.”

Naran muttered in a satisfied voice as he looked around the room.

Then he turned his gaze to look at me.

He was expecting to get an interesting reaction from me.

“How is it?”

Once again, a low voice was heard.

“……”

I was silently looking at the devices in the room.

In the novel, Naran Cayenne was a torture maniac.

I still remember the episode where he made a captured spy confess all information in just half a day.

I remember that when the male protagonist, Jean Allenheim, infiltrated the Cayenne family, he had quite a hard time because of Naran.

“Why are you silent, Lize.”

Naran said, sounding disappointed.

Then, as if understanding, he clapped his hands.

“Ah. Perhaps you want to see how they’re used?”

The corners of his mouth curved upwards again as he spoke in a chilling voice.

“If you’re curious, we could use them now… what do you think?”

“……”

I was still standing silently.

Seeing the devices in the room left me speechless.

‘Wow, this is really….’

Amazing.

In my school days, my hobby was watching gore movies.

Why did I like such things, you ask?

It’s my preference, so please respect it.

‘Even the sets I thought were expensive were nothing compared to the real thing…’

I couldn’t take my eyes off the devices in the room, my mouth agape.

❖ ❖ ❖

Naran Cayenne smiled with satisfaction as he watched Lize Allenheim standing frozen.

His workshop was a place that made even the people of the Cayenne family click their tongues.

So how would the noble saintess of Allenheim react?

‘Will she cry? Faint? Or if not that….’

Will she give a look of contempt?

He was already used to that.

He was trash that everyone in the Cayenne family avoided and despised.

Love everyone equally — he knew it was the family motto passed down through generations in Allenheim.

‘Nonsense.’

How could anyone love everyone equally?

He was neither capable like sister Martha nor possessed special powers like Arkle.

He’s just an eccentric little boy who locked himself in a room doing incomprehensible things.

Even if he were his own guardian, he wouldn’t have given himself as much affection as Martha and Arkle.

So to say love everyone equally, it’s nauseating hypocrisy.

Naran wanted to see the saintess’s mask fall off as soon as possible.

‘Show it to me quickly.’

Lize, who had been standing blankly as if in a daze, shifted her gaze to him.

Her lips slowly parted.

“…I like it.”

“What?”

“Show me how to use them.”

There wasn’t a trace of contempt on Lize Allenheim’s face.

No, she was even smiling.

Oh, this is an unexpected reaction.

A flustered Naran opened and closed his mouth.

“What? Why…?”

“Because I like it.”

Naran’s gaze wavered at the unhesitating answer.