Is It So Wrong that I Like Seeing the Villain Suffer? - Chapter 4

“What did you just say…”

Naran slowly blinked his large eyes and shook his head slightly.

It seemed he had just realized what he had said.

“Forget it, go back to your room now. I said something unnecessary.”

“Let me just say this. Naran, you are…”

“I said go.”

Naran spoke in a chilling voice.

His crimson eyes were fierce.

But I didn’t back down.

I took a deep breath and spoke in a serious tone.

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

Hearing my words, Naran looked confused.

“What? What’s that supposed to mean…?”

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

Actually, I’ve seen movies with things far worse than the tools in your workshop….

Naran still wore a confused expression.

“Are you confessing to having committed crimes in front of me?”

“If being true to one’s desires is a crime, then I suppose so.”

“I don’t understand a word you’re saying.”

Right, I guess I talked too much about myself.

I smiled faintly, looking apologetic, and said,

“You don’t need to understand anything else. Just know that you’re not trash.”

“…Ha. You don’t know anything about me–”

“Okay, I get it. Then you can be trash. I’ll be nuclear waste.”

“Seriously…”

When I quickly agreed, Naran let out a small, incredulous laugh.

“You understand, right? There are worse beings than you, so you, Naran, are not the worst.”

“……”

“Well, I’ll be going now.”

I turned around gracefully, leaving Naran behind.

Actually, I wanted to hear Naran deny it by saying, ‘I’m not trash!’ But since Naran didn’t deny it, I ended up inadvertently admitting that I was nuclear waste too.

Still…

‘I don’t feel bad about it.’

My steps back to the room were light.

‘I should hurry back before the staff realizes I’m gone.’

❖ ❖ ❖

After Lize left, Naran, who had been quietly wiping the instruments, stopped his movements.

“You, Naran, are not the worst.”

“……”

He thought it was an arrogant thing to say.

She doesn’t know anything about him, she clearly has some other motive, she’s probably laughing at him inside…

But why, even if that were the case, did he want to be fooled?

‘She likes me…? She’s crazy. She must be crazy.’

Naran frantically rubbed the instrument with the cloth he was holding.

Surely no one in the world could sincerely like such things. That must be true, but…

‘I want to hear it again…’

He wanted to hear those words just one more time.

From that strange silver-haired saintess with her bright smile.

‘Does she really not have any other motive?’

Naran, recalling Lize’s smiling face, fell deep into thought.

It seemed like the pure smile of someone who had never told a lie in their life…

“Ah.”

Now he thought he understood.

She’s just too kind.

She’s foolishly kind enough to show goodwill even to someone from the family that kidnapped her.

He felt like all the puzzles had finally been solved.

“That woman… she really is a fool.”

Naran muttered softly with a sneer.

‘…She might be useful later, should I treat her a bit better?’

This might actually be a good thing.

It was a perfect opportunity to draw the daughter of the Allenheim family, with her healing abilities, to his side.

Besides…

‘How does she expect to survive in this mansion when she’s that naive.’

Naran found himself worrying with a serious expression.

In his mind, Lize’s image was already being corrected to that of an innocent angel who knew nothing.

“Sigh… How does she expect to survive in this harsh world…”

Those words escaped his lips again without him realizing it.

It seems he has no choice but to help her a little.

Then, simply…

“I guess separating the bones and flesh of those who touch Lize should be enough.”

Having made up his mind, Naran started humming as he resumed wiping the instruments.

All the while telling himself this was just to gain her favor for future use.

❖ ❖ ❖

The room I arrived at after climbing the stairs was in the same state as when I left.

Fortunately, it seems they haven’t brought the meal yet.

‘Good. Now I’ll pretend I never left.’

As I lay obediently on the bed waiting, after a while, I heard footsteps outside the door.

With a word that the meal had been brought, the door opened, and a maid entered carrying a tray.

It was the red-haired head maid I had seen in the kitchen before.

“How nice it must be for you.”

As I slowly sat up and our eyes met, she sneered.

“While some of us work our bones off to barely make a living…”

“……”

“And here you are, fed and housed for free, Your Highness. Ha, I can’t even imagine what a life of living like that forever would be like.”

She put down the tray in front of me like she was throwing it, and looked at me as if to say, ‘What are you going to do now?’

I just stared back at her blankly.

To be honest…

‘She has a point!’

I couldn’t help but think she wasn’t wrong.

Although I was a hostage, I was indeed living comfortably, eating free meals without working.

I had to admit that from the perspective of an employee like her, it might look unfair.

Although I hadn’t lived this comfortably my whole life, she wouldn’t know that.

So what could I do?

‘Your Highness, she says…’

I might as well enjoy it to the fullest!

‘If you don’t enjoy something when you can, you might never get the chance again.’

I gave the head maid a kind smile.

It seemed to be a response she didn’t unexpected, as she furrowed her brow.

“That’s right. I am a noble being.”

“Huh… What did you say?”

“But I said it would be nice if this noble being could have dessert too… Don’t you remember?”

The head maid looked at me with an incredulous expression, seemingly at a loss for words. Her body began to tremble.

I smiled brightly and innocently.

“It’s okay. If you forgot, you can start bringing it from now on. How fortunate! Now you’ll never forget again.”

As I clapped my hands together, the head maid, unable to contain herself, grabbed my collar.

“Are you out of your mind, asking for death–!”

“Huh?”

I opened my eyes wide, looking surprised.

“Are you going to kill me? That wouldn’t be good.”

“You, you…”

“Naran said so, didn’t he? That your life alone wouldn’t be enough to take responsibility.”

The head maid, her face bright red, glared at me as if she really might kill me.

“Or do you perhaps have two lives?”

“…You…”

“I’m saying this because I’m worried. Worried about you.”

I looked at her like an infinitely merciful saintess.

After glaring at me for a moment, she finally released my collar that she had been gripping tightly.

Still with a murderous gaze, she twisted one corner of her mouth.

“…How dare I lay a hand on the noble saintess.”

“……”

“Please be careful, saintess. Cayenne is a rough place, unlike Allenheim.”

“I know.”

That’s why I like it.

The woman who had been silently staring at me opened her mouth.

“You know nothing. You haven’t seen anything yet.”

She muttered in a low voice, she turned around and left the room.

Left alone, I stared at the door she had exited for a while…

“…Whew, that was close.”

I started eating in earnest.

Well, I felt a bit uncomfortable, but that doesn’t mean I could starve, right?

As I was chewing on bread, I suddenly remembered the fierce look in the head maid’s eyes as she stared at me.

‘…I hope nothing bad happens.’

I’ll have to see her face for three months whether I like it or not. Maybe I should have just gone along with her.

I felt somewhat uneasy, but after finishing my meal and lying down on the bed, my eyelids started to feel heavy.

Maybe it’s because I woke up too early to meet Naran.

‘There’s nothing urgent anyway, so I might as well sleep a bit more…’

I am a noble princess, after all.

When I want to sleep, I should sleep.

❖ ❖ ❖

Sylvia, who had left Lize’s room, was breathing heavily with irritation.

It was rare for her to be unable to suppress her anger like this.

“I’m saying this because I’m worried. Worried about you.”

‘That little brat…!’

How dare this ignorant brat talk back to her, who was born and raised in the underworld.

Taking the life of that mere girl would be nothing to Sylvia.

However…

If she did that, nothing would remain of her own life.

No, losing her life would be fortunate in comparison.

Sylvia gritted her teeth.

‘Is there no other way?’

As she pondered, a smile appeared on her lips.

If she couldn’t touch her body, she would break her mind.

That woman called Lize Allenheim, she didn’t like her from the start.

With an air that suggested she had grown up pampered without any hardship, and that naive expression of someone who knows nothing of the world.

On the outside, she wears the mask of a saintess, but inside she must be full of hypocrisy.

Sylvia knew this type of person well, having seen plenty of them since she was young.

Returning to the kitchen, she called the other employees.

“Everyone, aren’t you all bored these days?”

“What do you mean, Sylvia?”

Sylvia grinned and said.

“You know we have a young lady who’s come to our mansion, right? We haven’t been able to properly greet her, so I was thinking of throwing a welcome party…”

The faces of the employees who heard Sylvia’s plan lit up with smiles just like hers.

“That sounds fun.”

“If it’s that, we won’t get caught by the master.”

“I wonder if the saintess from Allenheim can handle it–”

In response to their giggling words, Sylvia smiled slyly.

“If she’s come to Cayenne, she should participate in Cayenne’s games.”

‘Just wait, young lady.’

We’ll soon have you crying and crawling on the floor.

❖ ❖ ❖

At that time, Arkle Cayenne was riding his horse without rest.

He was hurrying back to the mansion.

‘Lize Allenheim…’

Will she be alright?

That woman his sister had kidnapped on a whim.

They said she had the power to make pain disappear just by touching.

At first, he didn’t believe such words.

He thought it would be better to send her back before troublesome things happened…

Arkle’s brow was terribly furrowed as he rode his horse without pause.

Even his beautiful eyes, which seemed to hold flames, were filled with pain.

‘Of all times…’

The magical resonance was heating up his entire body.

Because of the sudden onset of pain, he had to turn his horse around in a hurry without even finishing his business.

To the mansion where Lize Allenheim was.

Arkle, with his brow furrowed, let out a small, derisive laugh.

It’s ironic that he, who had thought it ridiculous, was now the first to cling to her when pain struck.

The last image of Lize he saw before leaving flashed in his mind.

A woman breathing heavily, her face flushed red with fever.

Arkle muttered softly.

“…Stay alive.”

Until I get there, stay safe.