Is It So Wrong that I Like Seeing the Villain Suffer? - Chapter 6

“Y-you crazy… Let go!”

Sylvia shouted fiercely.

She frowned and tried to shake off my hand, but I held her hand even tighter.

“What’s wrong, Sylvia?”

When I asked innocently, Sylvia’s face hardened further.

“You….”

“Wasn’t I useless?”

I said cheerfully while looking straight into her eyes.

“Since I escaped, this is self-defense. Hurry up and kill me, will you?”

“You’re insane….”

Sylvia muttered, looking disgusted.

The stirring servants were watching Sylvia and me while holding their breath.

They all seemed unsure of what to do and were fidgeting.

‘I guess they’re afraid they might actually hurt me.’

I thought calmly as I glanced around at them.

This once again proved that those present couldn’t lay their hands on me carelessly.

“How pathetic.”

I muttered without a smile, and Sylvia’s gaze wavered.

“W-what did you say?”

“I understand why you’re doing this, but it’s too pathetic.”

After looking at Sylvia for a moment, I turned my head to look at each of the servants one by one.

Most of the Cayenne family’s servants were people with nowhere else to go.

Those born in slums and pushed to the brink.

Some of them even resorted to crime. Though it might be a poor excuse, they had no other choice at the time.

To such people, Lize Allenheim could be quite irritating.

Although Lize was human like them, she was a completely different being.

She would never have even imagined the worries they had, and she would never have faced the moments when they were forced to make choices.

‘They can be angry. It’s unfair.’

But….

“Is it my fault?”

I spoke calmly towards the servants.

“You just needed someone to be angry at, right?”

“……”

“But you can’t rebel against your master because you’re scared, so it’s okay to pick on me because I’m small and easy?”

“……”

“You’re really a bunch of pitiful people. I feel sorry for you because you’re so pathetic.”

Sylvia’s hand under mine trembled.

“What… what do you know!”

Sylvia, who shouted and screamed, grabbed my neck with both hands.

The servants all screamed at once.

“Sylvia, don’t!”

“Someone stop her!”

Just as everyone was in a panic, not knowing what to do,

BANG–!

The farm door opened violently with a sound as if it would fall off.

“What on earth are you doing–!”

A man wearing glasses who came in shouted in disbelief.

The servants’ faces all turned pale blue at once.

“M-Mr. Juan.”

“We were just….”

They began to kneel one by one in front of the man called Juan and plead.

“We’re sorry!”

“Please, p-please forgive us just this once!”

“To ask for forgiveness after doing such a thing….”

The man held his forehead with one hand, looking as if he had a headache.

“Please, Mr. Juan. Please don’t tell the master…!”

Just as someone pleaded pitifully,

“How unfortunate.”

A man walked in, along with a low resonating voice.

“The master already knows.”

‘Arkle Cayenne.’

The owner of the first voice I heard when I opened my eyes here.

“Save her, no matter what happens.”

As Arkle entered, everyone fell silent like they were dead.

The servants who were crying and begging just a moment ago all shut their mouths at once. Not one dared to even breathe loudly.

“Master, I will handle this….”

The man called Juan spoke carefully, but seeing Arkle’s expression, he immediately closed his mouth.

Arkle, passing by the servants, stopped in front of Sylvia and me.

Sylvia was still gripping my neck in an awkward posture. She seemed to have frozen with a dazed look on her face.

And I was dazed for a different reason from Sylvia.

‘Wow….’

I didn’t know a person could look like that.

This was the first time I was seeing Arkle Cayenne’s face properly.

Like Naran, he had jet-black hair, but his eyes were red like burning fire.

It felt like the shock I had when I first saw Naran was reviving.

‘How are all the people in this family like this?’

While Naran had a face closer to a beautiful young boy, Arkle was a handsome man with a decadent atmosphere.

Of course, both had unrealistic appearances that didn’t seem to belong to this world.

And somehow, they both had a mysterious aura in common.

‘Blood is blood, I guess….’

As I was staring blankly at Arkle, he stared back at me.

His red eyes were expressionless and indifferent.

After looking at me for a moment, Arkle shifted his gaze to Sylvia.

Meeting Arkle’s eyes, Sylvia’s lips quivered a few times, then she slowly released her hands from my neck.

“M-ma… master….”

Arkle just looked down at Sylvia without any emotion. He asked indifferently,

“You, what’s your job?”

“M-my name is Sylvia Rill….”

“I didn’t ask for that.”

At the emotionless remark, Sylvia closed her mouth.

“Name.”

When Arkle asked again, seemingly annoyed, Sylvia finally muttered in a daze.

“I-I’m the head maid….”

“I see.”

Arkle turned his head slightly to look at Juan.

He said without any change in expression.

“We’ll need to hire a new head maid, Juan.”

At the same time, Arkle grabbed Sylvia’s face with one hand.

“P-please spare me!!”

Ignoring the desperate scream, Arkle’s red eyes flashed.

It was truly chilling murderous intent.

“Wait a moment–!”

I grabbed Arkle’s arm with both hands.

He turned his gaze to look at me.

“Do… do you really have to kill her?”

“……”

“I’m fine in the end, after all.”

Even though I smiled brightly, Arkle just silently looked at me.

He slowly opened his mouth.

“Then what do you suggest?”

“Couldn’t you give her a different punishment…?”

“What punishment should I give? This person is no longer a head maid or anything else.”

I looked at Sylvia for a moment, whose face was still held by Arkle.

Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

Honestly, it wasn’t my business, but….

‘It’s not like she really intended to kill me anyway.’

The moment Sylvia lunged at me, I saw her face straight on.

“What… what do you know!”

She was crying with her eyebrows drooping.

It wasn’t the face of someone with murderous intent, but the face of someone who had collapsed.

‘It’s not my business, but if I ignore such things, they tend to appear in dreams.’

I looked at Arkle.

“Um, young master? Master ? What should I call you…?”

“Arkle.”

At his concise answer, I quietly called his name.

“Arkle.”

“…What’s your reason?”

Arkle asked while staring at me.

“This person holds hostility towards you. Yet you’re asking me to overlook it… Perhaps the title of Allenheim’s saintess isn’t wrong after all.”

I shook my head.

“I’m not a saintess. I’m not open-minded enough to embrace everything.”

“Then why.”

“Even if I’m not a saintess, anyone can forgive. Me, and you too.”

“……”

“Anyway, since I wasn’t hurt… We can let it go just this once, right?”

‘Actually, well, I kind of enjoyed it a bit.’

Thanks to that, I was able to unintentionally simulate my favorite steamy scene from <Red Moon>.

Arkle was silently looking at me.

I could also feel the gazes of the servants who were holding their breath and trembling.

Arkle, who had been staring at me silently, released Sylvia.

Sylvia, who seemed to have lost strength in her legs, sat down with a thud and gasped for breath.

She, who had been shaking uncontrollably, looked up at me blankly. Her face was a mess with tears and snot.

Arkle spoke in a monotone voice.

“Juan.”

“Yes.”

“I’ll leave the cleanup to you.”

“Yes, master.”

He turned his gaze back to me.

“…Lize Allenheim.”

“……”

‘What is it.’

I faced him with a bit of tension.

Arkle reached out and took my hand.

“Follow me.”

And then he turned around and immediately headed somewhere.

‘Uh… huh…?!’

What’s going on?

I was being led away without knowing what was happening, just staring at Arkle’s broad back.

“Where are we going?”

“……”

Even when I asked, he didn’t answer.

But for some reason, I could hear his rapid breathing as he walked ahead.

‘What’s this? He seems to be struggling….’

After leaving the farm and entering the mansion, he stopped in front of a large door.

Still showing his back, he said.

“Go in.”

No, I mean, where is this?

Before I could even ask, Arkle opened the door.

He stepped inside.

The first thing I saw as I followed him in bewilderment was a large bed.

“…Excuse me?”

A foolish voice came out of my mouth without me realizing.

Arkle let go of my hand he was holding.

“This is my bedroom.”

I mean, I can see that, but why did you bring me here….

A faint groan escaped from him.

Taking rough breaths, he slowly sat on the edge of the bed.

And as he exhaled heavily again, I could see his face was flushed red upon closer inspection.

Arkle, after his breathing calmed down, raised his head and looked at me.

He looked so disheveled that it was hard to believe he was the same man I saw at the farm just moments ago.

“You know why my sister brought you to the Cayenne family, right?”

I quietly nodded.

Arkle muttered with a self-deprecating smile.

“Damn, I thought it was a foolish thing… but in this state, I end up clinging to it first.”

“……”

“I need your power. Right now.”

Only then could I understand.

‘It’s magical resonance.’

As if to prove those words, Arkle, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead with one hand, muttered while grinding his teeth.

“To be honest, I’m barely holding back right now.”

He smiled a distorted smile while frowning.

“Lize Allenheim.”

“……”

“Come here.”

Arkle’s red eyes gazed at me intently.

“Show me mercy, Saintess.”

It was a desperate voice, as if he was trying hard to suppress something boiling up inside him.