Page 222 of The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

A gentle breeze blows in.

The wind that gently blows and touches my hair seems to soothe my suffocated heart. It’s a good thing I came out. I was worried about whether to come out or not because it was too late, but it seems to be a good decision.

“It’s good....”

I was enjoying my leisure time, leaning on the railing and feeling the breeze, after a week of hospital life that had become boring.

At first, it was clearly comfortable, but why did I feel bored? Was it because the hospital food didn’t taste good?

– It doesn’t taste good.

– There’s nothing we can do. Just eat it.

– It’s bland. It’s boring. It doesn’t taste good.

Although there were good points, I felt like I was reaching my limit. It’s better to take a proper rest at home, not in the hospital.

As I closed my eyes and faced the wind, I smiled slightly and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the north. I thought, “The protagonist lived here,” and nodded my head slightly.

“It’s pretty.”

The scenery of the snow-capped mountains with the snow gently falling on top was beautiful to see. It felt like my heart was expanding, and I felt calm. Maybe when I earn a lot of money, I’ll build a villa or something. It’s too much to live there, but building a villa to visit occasionally would be okay.

“What’s that.”

I smiled slightly and enjoyed my fantasy. Sometimes, having these thoughts can make me more ambitious. I laughed brightly and shook off my messy hair.

My hair, which wasn’t styled because I was in the hospital, was blown away by the small wind. My long hair, which grew to cover my eyes. I brushed it back and muttered to myself.

“I wonder how Yuria is doing.”

I heard from the doctor that James had woken up, but I wasn’t sure if he was okay. I didn’t want to visit him because I thought that showing a patient who needs mental stability a handsome face would make their health worse, and I was worried.

Of course, the biggest reason was Yuria.

“I’ll be disliked if I visit.”

I didn’t want to disturb the intimate time between the two, and I didn’t think I’d hear any good words either.

It was hard to express in words.

I didn’t directly hear any bad words, but it was as if I was made uncomfortable in a subtle way. Since meeting Yuria last time, I hadn’t been able to muster up the courage easily.

Receiving hate is familiar, but I didn’t know how to react, so it was true. I thought it was natural to receive hate from Yuria.

There was something I did wrong, and laughing it off seemed strange too. Even if we made up, it didn’t seem like the armor could become that thick.

My favorability didn’t rise much either.

I looked at the snow-capped mountains in the north and thought about the favorability I saw a week ago, smiling bitterly.

[Favorability: 13]

“...”

Whenever I thought of Yuria, I only thought of regretful things.

It could have led to a better direction.

If I had thought a little differently, we could have created a happy future together, but it’s too late now.

I was trapped in the closet for three hours.

– Let’s splash water on Yuria’s face.

– It’ll be fun. Who’s going to do it?

– I don’t know, anyone can do it.

The bullying from the other kids.

– Hey, let’s eat together tomorrow and run away.

– Sounds good. Let’s just say it’s a class party....

There must have been a better solution, but I thought my fist was closer, and I stupidly resolved the issue, fearing Yuria would get hurt.

There must have been a better way, but my reckless judgment made Yuria suffer even more. I regret it.

It’s all in the past now.

The cold wind was refreshing my chest, as if it was erasing my past regrets and whispering sweet nothings to my heart.

“Let’s go.”

I should get some rest soon.

If the lady lying on my bed takes my spot, it’ll be a problem. I subtly moved my body, piling up the snow on the railing.

‘I’ll put it on the lady’s forehead.’

I was thinking of playing a prank while muttering to myself.

About the time it took to make a small snowball, I heard someone walking on the veranda.

‘Is that a patient?’

The footsteps didn’t sound like the lady’s, so I listened carefully and waited for the door to open.

“Ah.”

I met a familiar face.

It was a troublesome and apologetic person.

At the same time, it was a foolishly kind and broad-minded woman who opened the veranda door.

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I looked at Yuria, who was gazing at me with her wet eyes, and called out her name in a low voice.

“Yuria.”

Yuria was wearing thin clothes again today. She didn’t even wear a coat, as if she might fly away if the wind blew.

I wondered what she was doing at this late hour and smiled slightly as I approached her.

“It’s windy.”

“...”

“You’ll catch a cold if you dress like that.”

I took off the cardigan on my shoulder and reached out to put it on Yuria’s shoulder.

– She flinched.

‘Is she still angry?’

I awkwardly smiled and stopped my hand, lost in thought, but soon put the cardigan on Yuria’s shoulder.

No matter how awkward it was, I didn’t want Yuria to get sick. As the main heroine, it would be embarrassing if she caught a cold, so I lightly shook my head and forced a smile.

“It won’t smell if I wash it today.”

Yuria, whose sleeves were too big and covered her arms,

I won’t laugh at her pitiful appearance, but her stern expression tells me not to make light of the situation. I need to be more serious and cautious.

I carefully thought of a topic that Yuria would like to talk about, something she could respond to without feeling burdened.

“Hey, Yuria.”

“...”

“I heard your father woke up...”

Yuria nodded ° N ?? v ?? l i g h t ° her head.

Although her face was hidden, I felt relieved seeing her nod.

“You must have been worried sick.”

“...”

“Don’t worry, he’ll recover soon, everything will be fine.”

-Whisper.

Yuria, who rarely spoke, bit her lip and maintained a long silence.

“...”

In the awkward silence, I carefully lifted my head and glanced at Yuria’s affection meter. I wanted to find a hint to break the tension.

But that method only made things more complicated.

It was very complicated.

I looked at Yuria’s affection meter and muttered softly, “It’s troublesome...”

The status window revealed the reasons for Yuria’s bad mood, filled with unhappy emotions like sadness, guilt, resentment, and fear, all categorized under “unpleasant conversation topics.”

I’ve never met someone as unhappy as this, and seeing Yuria filled with such uncomfortable emotions made me feel uneasy.

Moreover...

“...”

I couldn’t speak carelessly, as if I was the reason for her turbulent emotions. Whatever the lady said seemed to be true.

I took a moment to think, sipping the gentle northern breeze. It seemed like my lies had been exposed. I didn’t know what to say.

‘...’

I didn’t want to play the hero or speak like a villain with a complicated past, so I decided to do things my way.

-Terp.

I took a step closer to Yuria and grabbed the button on her cardigan.

“It’s cold.”

Yuria bit her lip, watching my hand carefully fasten the button.

-Twitch...

Her shoulders trembled, and her lips seemed about to quiver.

Yuria, who was on the verge of tears, took a deep breath and raised her shoulders.

I smiled faintly at her sad expression and spoke softly.

“Are you okay?”

“...”

“You must have been through a lot.”

Yuria shook her head, looking down, and replied in a faint voice.

“No... why would I be struggling?”

I asked Yuria again, my voice gentle and soft, as if I was stroking a fragile wall on the verge of collapse.

“There’s no one in this world who doesn’t struggle. I do, you do, and Yuria, you do too.”

“...”

“It’s just that everyone has a different weight to bear, that’s all.”

“Hmph...”

“Did you have a hard time?”

Yuria spoke in a trembling voice.

“I... I... It can’t be hard, okay?”

“If I’m having a hard time... If I’m foolish... If I... If I made a mistake...”

Yuria struggled to get the words out, shaking her head and clenching her fists to her chest.

Perhaps this answer was what she wanted to hear most. A desperate desire to be scolded and criticized.

But what could I do?

I didn’t intend to say such things.

“It’s okay.”

I carefully closed Yuria’s buttons and took a step back, watching as she followed me with tearful eyes. Her face, red and swollen from crying, looked like a bloated fish.

‘Pfft.’

I smiled slightly, and Yuria’s face began to crack even more.

“I’m sorry...”

Yuria’s words were urgent, as if begging me not to leave, and I smiled softly as I sat down on the railing.

“Don’t cry.”

And I gave the simplest answer.

“You’ll ruin your pretty face.”