Page 153 of The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

Inside the peaceful lady’s room today.

“Eek..!”

Sitting on the bed, the lady was receiving a refreshing breeze while getting her hair combed.

The lady, whose tangled hair was slowly being untangled, furrowed her eyebrows and made strange noises.

“eeek!”

“If someone sees this, they might think it’s noble abuse.”

“Exactly!”

“No, it’s not.”

The lady, with slightly curly hair, had stubborn tangles that weren’t easily unraveled.

Whether one would call it a noble’s passive trait that required a lot of effort or think of it as a necessity for a hairdresser, the lady’s hair always needed the touch of a maid to tame its unruliness.

“Eek! Don’t pull!”

“I’m not pulling, milady, your hair is coming loose.”

“Profit!”

The lady’s head kept following the strokes of the comb.

Watching her head moving back and forth, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

“No... I told you not to move!”

“Ricardo is pulling, that’s why I’m moving!”

“Exactly, I told you to sit still and put some effort into it.”

“I don’t want to! It’s bothersome!”

As I endlessly combed the lady’s hair, soft as a puppy’s fur, a sudden thought crossed my mind: I wanted to play around with the lady’s hair.

Because I was bored.

And it seemed like it would be amusing.

Without seeking the consent of the party involved, I began asking the lady politely as I braided her hair strand by strand.

“Why not?”

The lady suddenly turned her head at the abrupt halt in combing. With a noble air, she asked why I had stopped combing. I smiled faintly at her pouty expression and replied.

“Lady.”

“Yes?”

“I am thinking of creating an artwork with your hair today. How do you feel about that?”

“Like a barbarian?”

“No. I want to create a sophisticated and elegant look, not something like a chicken’s nest.”

“Hmm.”

The lady pursed her lips, lost in thought. She was used to long hair but not so much to challenges.

Having styled the twisted drill hair for many servants during her days as a despicable character in Deathmont, the lady, who had never attempted a commoner’s hairstyle, nodded with interest and a smile.

However.

The lady didn’t particularly enjoy such bothersome things.

Looking out the window, she spoke in a curt voice.

“Since there’s no one to see it anyway, why bother.”

As I brushed aside the lady’s hair, who was pouting, with a gentle voice, I said.

“Someone is here.”

“Who?”

I smiled and pointed at the most handsome face in the world.

“Me.”

“...Not fun.”

“Isn’t it nice sometimes to have a change of pace with a little grooming?”

Persuaded by my words, the lady nodded slowly. It seemed like an intriguing proposal upon further thought.

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I sat quietly, smiling as I watched the lady’s back as she handed over her hair to be styled.

Silently, she entrusted her hair to my hands, without a word, as I delicately braided the strands spreading from my fingertips.

And then, the lady added a request.

“Make it beautiful.”

“Of course.”

“Not like the pineapple hair I had when I was young.”

“...”

The sharp words of the lady who still remembered the pranks from her childhood made me chuckle.

“I understand.”

I touched the lady’s hair while feeling the wind blowing in from outside. Even though my face tickled from her hair fluttering in the wind, I decided not to close the window, captivated by the lady savoring the breeze with her mouth agape.

Because the weather was nice today.

They said it was the tail end of winter, but we were feeling good thanks to the wind blowing warmer than expected.

After the small hand of the clock took two steps.

A small hand mirror reflected in front of the lady who was nodding off lazily.

“Hmm... Ah!”

Seeing her sleepy reflection, the lady wiped the drool from her mouth with her sleeve and shook her head.

“Don’t shake too much. You’ll mess up your hair.”

“Huh?”

“Ta-da...!”

Only now did the lady look at her hair.

Taking the offered hand mirror, the lady looked around at her changed hair with a small gasp of “Wow.”

“It took a while because I’m not used to it, but how does it look?”

“Wow...”

“I wanted to do a pineapple hairstyle halfway through, but I managed to resist.”

Looking at her side hair in the mirror, the lady widened her eyes. Smiling at the sight of her subtly braided hair, she carefully turned her head, looking amazed.

“Fascinating. Very pretty.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“I’m glad you like it.”

With loosely braided side hair lightly wrapping around her long colored hair and cascading down, the lady’s hair gave off an elf-like vibe from a fantasy novel.

It wasn’t a childish hairstyle like Pippi Longstocking’s, but the lady, admiring her noble appearance, turned to the full-length mirror she had prepared in advance to see herself.

“I knew I’d need a big mirror for this, but I did well.”

“Really beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Mm.”

Watching the lady check her back hair in the huge mirror with the hand mirror, I thought she did a good job.

It was something I had wanted to try at least once, and I was glad she liked it.

Although it was a pity that she was wearing a worn-out favorite pajama, this natural look was lovely.

After gazing at her hair for a while, the lady looked at me with a joyful smile.

“Am I pretty?”

“Yes.”

“How pretty am I?”

“The most beautiful in the world.”

“This much!?”

“No.”

I drew a circle larger than the one she drew with her hand, saying, “This much beautiful.”

“hehehe...!”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Just because. Feeling good.”

The blushing lady, her face flushed with embarrassment, buried it under the blanket, nodding her head slightly.

Then, with a smirk, she burst out, “I know I’m pretty too,” spitting out a shameless answer that was downright villainous.

After laughing for a while, she grabbed my sleeve and pulled me onto the bed.

“Ricardo, come here too!”

“Me?”

“Yes! I’ll make you look pretty!”

“No, thank you. I don’t need that. I’m naturally handsome.”

“Come on!”

“No.”

“Why?”

“I’m afraid of entrusting my hair to the hands of a catastrophic lady.”

“Ugh!”

Taken aback by the truthful response, the lady exhaled sharply through her nose and vehemently denied it.

“No! I’m so skilled with my hands.”

“Don’t you remember when you turned paper folding into a Medusa last time?”

“I don’t remember.”

“...”

As if she could easily withstand such mild insults, the villain started to tug at my sleeve.

Unable to withstand the lady’s stubborn insistence that she might sulk all day if I didn’t hand over my hair, I reluctantly moved my body along with her hand.

-Swish...

The lady, staring intently at me, couldn’t hide the corners of her mouth twitching, as if she was unfolding a fantasy world, contemplating how to ruin my hair.

I unraveled the hair I had tied up to one side and leaned my head towards her, saying, “Please take care of it.”

“hehehe... okay.”

“Don’t laugh.”

“I wasn’t laughing.”

As I let out a disappointed laugh at the lady’s serious focus on art, I closed my eyes.

Swoosh. Feeling the gentle touch of the lady’s hand on my hair, I felt a sense of calm and imagined what kind of work she would create in my mind.

A chicken’s nest.

A fancy hat.

Silver-white hair?

I couldn’t predict what masterpiece the lady, lacking talent in art, would create.

It might be better not to expect much. If it turns out less disastrous than I thought, I’ll feel good.

Biting my lower lip, I held back a laugh as I watched the focused lady.

As drowsiness gradually overtook me,

“Done!”

I wiped away the drowsiness at the lady’s spirited words and looked at her.

“How’s this?”

The lady, holding a hand mirror, with dewy eyes filled with anticipation, shining on me. As I observed the lady’s expression, filled with tension and expectation like a rookie painter showing off her masterpiece, I slowly lifted my head, trying to suppress a burst of laughter.

And then.

“What is this!”

I burst ★ ?????????????????? ★ into laughter at the bizarre piece with a topknot head sticking up towards the sky.

“Why!”

The lady shouted, defending her masterpiece. With a funny defense, saying how cute her hair tied with a rubber band looked, I pointed to the topknot hair sticking up on her head with a bright red face.

“What is this! It’s not even fitting for a 10-year-old!”

“It’s pretty! It’s cute!”

“How old do you think I am! It’s ridiculous if I do it!”

“Look closely!”

The lady said, holding up the hand mirror.

“Isn’t it pretty?”

“No. It looks like an alien with antennas.”

“No way!”

After talking about her creation for a while, the lady eventually burst into laughter, spitting out an honest smile.

“Phew!”

“Are you laughing now?”

“hahahahaha!”

“Hey? You’re laughing.”

“hahahahaha, hahahahaha, hahahahaha!”

“Don’t laugh!”

“Ricardo with antennas...! No, it’s too funny!”

“No. Ha...”

Seeing each other’s laughter without resistance, we couldn’t hide our smiles until dinner, playfully bantering until then.

“Antennas.”

“Don’t laugh.”