Is It So Wrong that I Like Seeing the Villain Suffer? - Chapter 20

“I’ll say it one more time. The moment you touch Lize….”

Naran’s eyes flashed.

“You’ll die by my hands, you bastard.”

“Gah! Ugh—this damn brat….”

Calain, pale as a sheet, muttered desperately.

“Y-you intend to kill your uncle… you worthless brat—”

Naran looked at Calain with an indifferent expression.

“I’m not worthless.”

“What?”

“If I’m trash, then you’re nuclear waste.”

“W-what are you talking about—”

Calain looked at him as if he was insane, but a faint smile appeared on Naran’s lips as he recalled.

“If you’re trash, I’m nuclear waste.”

“Naran, if you’re trash, then I’m a hundred times worse.”

“I don’t really know what nuclear waste is… but it doesn’t seem like a fitting word for Lize. So I’m not trash either.”

“Ridiculous—you’re a pathetic piece of trash with no abilities, unlike your siblings—”

“…Shut up.”

“Ugh—! You insolent brat, always climbing without knowing your place—”

“I told you I’m not a child anymore, Uncle.”

Naran said, looking Calain directly in the eye.

“So if you mention Lize again…”

Naran, who had been muttering softly, stopped speaking. His brow slowly furrowed.

The hand gripping Calain’s collar slipped weakly. Naran staggered back, covering his mouth.

“Ugh—ugh—”

Blood seeped through Naran’s fingers as he gagged painfully.

Calain, who had been gasping for breath after being released, smirked wickedly.

“It’s finally starting to take effect.”

“What did you do—”

“Let’s call it educating a disrespectful nephew.”

Calain pulled a small bottle from his pocket. It was the same substance he had injected into Naran during the experiment.

“Stupid brat. Did you think I’d let you gain the power of magic without any safeguards?”

He approached Naran, who had collapsed on the floor clutching his chest.

Looking down at him, he pressed his hand firmly.

“The potion you drank has another effect besides manifesting magic. The former seems to have failed, but the latter succeeded.”

“Ugh… ugh….”

“What entered your body is a poison bound by a curse. I can spread it at will.”

Calain grabbed Naran’s head and bent it backward.

“Only I can detoxify it. So you’d better listen to me, nephew.”

“I-I’ll kill you….”

“Watch your words. Depending on what you do, I can stop the poison from spreading or make it reach your heart quickly. Like this.”

As Gillian spoke, Naran’s eyes widened.

“Gasp, gasp—”

He took labored breaths, his brow furrowing in pain.

Calain looked at him with satisfaction.

“Pathetic, isn’t it?”

He whispered, brushing back Naran’s sweat-soaked hair.

“You suffer like this because you don’t know your place. Foolish brat. You’re still far inferior to your siblings.”

“…….”

“Martha, that cunning girl, would never fall for such a trap. And Arkle, this kind of curse wouldn’t work on him. Do you understand now, kid?”

Calain whispered in Naran’s ear.

“Then and now, you’re trash with no abilities.”

“…I, I.”

Trembling, Naran tightly closed his mouth.

His eyes lost their vitality and darkened.

A sly smile appeared on Calain’s lips.

‘You finally realized your place, damn brat.’

Naran looked like a puppet with its strings cut. Thinking he’d be easier to control now, it happened.

Bang! The bas*ment door flew open.

Bright light poured into the dark room.

A woman with beautiful silver hair stood silhouetted against the light.

Seeing the scene inside the bas*ment, she covered her mouth in shock.

She looked truly pitiful and holy, but…

“What the hell did you do to my baby, you bastard!”

The words that came out of her mouth were anything but.

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“Lize…?”

Naran, lying on the floor, looked up at me in disbelief.

There was blood on his lips.

“How did you get here… cough!”

Mumbling, Naran suddenly coughed up blood.

“Naran!”

I hurried toward him.

“Perfect timing. I needed the saintess’s help, and here you are.”

Calain blocked my path, his eyes gleaming.

“If you resist, you’ll get hurt, Miss.”

He licked his lips and reached for me.

Thwack!

With a crisp sound, Calain’s face turned to the side.

“Who’s getting hurt? Mister.”

It was Sylvia.

With a spinning kick that had shattered a statue, Calain clutched his nose and screamed in pain.

It seemed his nose was broken.

‘Hmm. It would’ve been better if it was completely crushed.’

Like that statue before.

Still, I gave Sylvia a thumbs-up and pushed past Calain to hurry to Naran.

‘This blood… did he suffer internal injuries?’

Naran, who was losing consciousness, looked at me and struggled to open his eyes.

“Naran, are you okay? Where are you hurt?”

“Lize… sorry.”

“What?”

Naran’s voice trembled thinly.

“I broke our promise… to have breakfast together….”

I quietly looked at him and smiled gently. I stroked his cheek with one hand.

“I told you, I’d eat with you forever.”

“But… Lize , you’ll soon….”

“I may have strange tastes, but I always keep my word.”

I said, meeting Naran’s eyes.

“I’ll stay here. I’m not going anywhere.”

Naran’s eyes widened at those words.

“But, but….”

Naran bit his lip.

“…Arkle was right. I was stubborn, but I know. If you stay here, it might lead to war….”

His voice grew louder.

“So I wanted power. If I weren’t so useless like now…. If only I had strong power like Arkle…!”

“You don’t need any of that.”

I interrupted him firmly.

“Because you’re already cute, lovable, and precious.”

Though it might be just me who thinks so.

I liked the original novel because I enjoyed seeing the characters go through hardships, but seeing Naran’s bloodied face tore my heart apart.

‘How could anyone do this to such a beautiful child….’

I gently wiped the blood from Naran’s lips with my sleeve, and he smiled at me.

“I thought you’d be angry, but you’re kind as always.”

“…….”

“Let’s definitely have breakfast together tomorrow.”

Naran’s eyes slowly closed.

He seemed to have lost consciousness completely.

I suddenly noticed the bruises under his shirt.

Silently, I lifted the hem of his shirt….

‘This is insane.’

I bit my lip, speechless.

Calain had only been here for a few days, but Naran’s body was covered in wounds as if he had been abused for years.

I was finally certain.

This was undoubtedly an extension of the abuse he had suffered since childhood.

‘Come to think of it, it’s said that Calain worked at the magic tower in his youth.’

I didn’t know his exact purpose, but he had been experimenting on Naran for a long time.

‘Is that why Naran became interested in torture?’

It seemed he unconsciously learned from what Calain did to him as a child.

I slowly stood up and looked at Calain.

Subdued by Sylvia, he was kneeling with his hands held behind his back.

He struggled and shouted.

“You stupid maid—what do you think you’re doing to your master!”

“Who’s my master?”

Sylvia sneered.

“My master is Young Master Naran lying over there and…”

“Argh!”

Sylvia must have twisted his arm, as Calain screamed.

Sylvia looked at me calmly and finished her sentence.

“Lize Allenheim standing over there.”

“This crazy—”

“What should we do with this guy.”

Sylvia ignored Calain’s words and asked me.

“Should I just rip his arm off?”

“Argh—!”

Calain screamed again.

“No, Sylvia.”

I covered my ears and approached them.

“We can’t do that.”

Calain, whose face had turned pale, seemed relieved when I stopped Sylvia.

“Yes, the saintess of Allenheim shouldn’t do that. A saintess should be merciful, right?”

“You’re right.”

“See, you’re a kind lady. Stop this unfitting act and release me. Show your mercy—”

“Alright.”

Sylvia looked at me in surprise when I answered readily.

“You’re really going to forgive him? But…”

“Don’t butt in, you mere maid—!”

Calain interrupted Sylvia irritably.

Then he looked at me with a sly smile.

“Now, kind saintess. Quickly….”

I silently scanned the clutter on the laboratory floor.

A small metal skewer caught my eye.

‘This will do.’

I picked it up and smiled at Calain.

“I’ll show you mercy. Choose, left eye or right eye.”

Calain’s face, which had been smiling in relief, hardened.

“…What?”

“I said, will you give up your right eye or your left eye?”

“Pfft—what a funny lady. But I’m not in the mood for jokes right now—”

“I’m not joking.”

At my calm voice, Calain flinched.

“We’re not in a relationship where we can joke around, are we? Sylvia, hold him tight.”

“You crazy—don’t come near—!”

As I grabbed Calain’s face, his expression turned to terror, and he screamed wildly.

“Tell me quickly, will you? I’m showing mercy by letting you choose which eye to keep.”

“You crazy b*tch!”

I held the skewer to his eye and said.

“Breaking an arm or two heals quickly. But what you did to Naran will last a lifetime. So this is fair, right?”

“You’re bluffing…! A timid girl like you can’t do such a thing—”

“Yes, I can! I’ve always wanted to try it after seeing it in movies.”

Calain didn’t seem to fully understand my words, but he realized I wasn’t bluffing.

“You madwoman! Do you think you’ll get away with this?!”

As his shouting got too loud, I brought the skewer closer, and he finally turned his head desperately and started begging for forgiveness.

“You want me to forgive you?”

Calain nodded frantically.

“Please, please—!”

I smiled kindly.

“Then confess everything you did to my baby, you bastard.”