Page 226 of The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

The silence that filled the mansion.

Darvab, sitting on the sofa, took a sip of tea and nodded.

“So...”

Darvab opened his sharp eyes and slowly spoke, his gaze demanding the truth.

“Where is Olivia?”

“My dear.”

“Clearly, you said Olivia was in trouble, but where did she go?”

Darvab was deliberately ignoring the lady sitting in front of him, strongly disregarding her as if she were an invisible person, waving his hand in front of his face and exclaiming, “Oh! Transparent person!”

“Ricardo, my dear can’t see me.”

“Please calm down, lady. Your stealth abilities will improve.”

“Hmph!”

Darvab clenched his fist, watching the lady hold her breath to enhance her stealth skills.

“Bring Olivia here.”

“Oh...!”

“Bring the Olivia who promised not to get married unless it’s with me.”

“My dear, I never said that.”

‘Kkk...’ Darvab slammed his fist on the table, enraged by the lady’s response, which left no room for doubt.

“Why...?”

“...”

“Why, indeed. I was certain I could see the pure and innocent Olivia.”

“The lady’s heart was always dark from the beginning.”

“Kkkk...!”

Darvab, looking like he was about to cry, gazed at me with resentful eyes, as if asking why I could see it but he couldn’t.

“It’s definitely true, so there’s no excuse.”

“However, I’ve done quite well in many ways.”

– Nod nod.

I looked at Darvab and thought, ‘This person must be extremely busy, so why are they here?’ Although the young lady’s innocent appearance was cute, it wasn’t like she would abandon her work and come here. Of course, if I were in her shoes, I would also ditch my work and come, but that’s just it.

I gave Darvab a bitter smile and a subtle consolation.

And...

“Stop it.”

“You’re not resentful, are you? You can’t see Olivia’s innocent face again...”

“This isn’t it, what’s going on? Not like that, Kayle?”

The young lady’s mother, Rosanna, grasped her fist and vented her frustration, slightly pinching Darvab’s thigh while giving him a look.

And, while calmly sipping her tea, Rosanna glanced at Kayle, who was smiling slightly, and asked to get a reassuring answer from her reliable eldest son.

“Kayle...?”

“Yes, that’s right. This isn’t it, really.”

– Tinkle tinkle.

“Kayle?”

Kayle’s teacup was shaking violently. With an envious gaze, he looked at me once and muttered, “No photos, huh?” as if he were the reliable next head of the Desmond family.

“When can we see it?”

“Haha...”

“I’ll make sure to clear my schedule if you tell me in advance.”

“That’s something only the young lady knows.”

The Desmond family, gathered to see Little Olivia. Although they were the busiest people in the empire, the young lady, who had recovered her dark magic, was nonchalantly blowing bubbles and eating snacks.

“Dad.”

“Yes.”

“Do you want some snacks?”

The young lady handed Darvab the snack she was eating, showing her disobedience. Although there were plenty of new snacks in the bag she was holding, the young lady’s disobedience in handing over what she was eating made me smile wryly, thinking, “What can I do?”

Even if she’s a daddy’s girl, she’s still a noble...

“Thank you.”

Nothing.

I acknowledged my mistake, nodding my head. I shouldn’t have underestimated the Desmond family’s power.

I carefully poured tea into Darvab’s empty cup, changing the subject of the conversation. After all, these people didn’t come all the way here just to see Little Olivia.

“So, what brings you to Hamel?”

“I came to see Olivia.”

“...”

Kayle also nodded, as if it was a natural question, and Rosanna smiled contentedly, nodding her head as well.

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“How do you plan to work?”

“My future self will handle it.”

He was indeed the Desmond family head with an unwavering faith.

In novels, he had a cold and intimidating image, but somewhere along the line, it went wrong. I chuckled and blended into their lives.

The teacup continued to empty.

We sipped on expensive black tea, and our conversation topics shifted to high-end discussions about our recent activities and politics.

“I want to drop a meteor on Hwangseong.”

“What’s the reason?”

“Just because.”

“I’m sure that’s the case.”

Darbab, who was calculating Hwangseong’s coordinates, strolled over and sat down, placing his rear on the floor and tilting his head towards the black creature, sparking his interest.

“What’s...?”

Darbab’s eyes widened in wonder as he gazed at Gomtangi.

Kail knew about Gomtangi’s existence, but Darbab, who had seen Gomtangi as a child, felt a mix of emotions and carefully reached out to pet Gomtangi’s head.

“Goooo...”

“Oh.”

Gomtangi seemed to enjoy Darbab’s touch, closing his eyes and surrendering to Darbab’s caress.

“Amazing...”

I smiled faintly at Darbab’s question and repeated the excuse I had given countless times before. I had already acknowledged it to some extent, but Darbab would find it difficult to accept, so I told a white lie.

“It’s a dog.”

“That’s right.”

“A dog raised by the lady.”

“I’ve never seen a breed like this before.”

“Me neither.”

“Hmm...”

Darbab smiled softly and stroked Gomtangi’s head, saying, “What a wonderful dog.”

Again, my clumsy lie didn’t work. I was foolish to think I could deceive him.

“Gom-gom.”

Darbab gazed at Gomtangi with nostalgic eyes and said, “It brings back old memories.”

“Old memories, you say?”

“Yes.”

Darbab’s gaze turned sympathetic as he looked at Rosanna, who was gazing at Gomtangi, and he smiled wistfully.

“Rosanna also raised a dog, didn’t she?”

“...Yes?”

“I still remember it, the one named Sagol that would run around.”

“Uh...”

“It would sometimes bite me, but if it weren’t for that dog, we wouldn’t be where we are today. You know?”

“You must have loved it dearly.”

“No, we fought every day.”

“What?”

“We had to fight to survive. It would growl at its owner, and I almost got hit by a meteor on my head.”

How should I react to this?

I wore an awkward smile, unable to adapt to Desmont’s hazy memories, and laughed uncomfortably.

“After all, you’re an angel who’s connected us with love, so it’s not bad, right?”

Darbab smiled faintly and nodded.

“That’s right.”

Gomtang also seemed to understand Darbab’s faint heart, letting out a ‘Gom’ cry and acting cute.

“We’ll raise you well too...”

-Gom!

“...”

I gazed at Darbab’s hand, which had disappeared into Gomtang’s mouth, and stopped talking. Gomtang, who was biting Darbab’s hand without hurting him, was acting cute like he did with his mistress.

“Heh heh.”

Darbab let out a dry laugh and nodded.

“This kid is the same too.”

Darbab disliked Gom.

And...

“It’s like seeing our little one from back in the day.”

Rosanna liked Gom.

*

In the dark, dimly lit mansion.

After putting the mistress to sleep, I ? NоvеⅠight ? (Read more on our source) came down to the living room and sat on the sofa, meeting the eyes of the three people waiting for me.

Darbab, Kyle, and Rosanna, who had stayed overnight at the mansion, smiled softly at me.

Rosanna gazed up at the cleanly swept ceiling of the mansion and spoke in a gentle voice.

“You managed the mansion well.”

“It’s nothing.”

“No, it’s not easy to manage the mansion on your own. Ricardo is indeed good at handling the household.”

“It’s too much praise.”

I smiled faintly and placed a whiskey bottle and glasses on the table.

Darbab gazed at the slowly pouring liquor with a heavy expression. Unlike when we chatted lightly, Darbab’s heavy expression as he rotated the glass made him look like he was about to sigh deeply, tapping his forehead with his finger.

“You’ve worked hard alone.”

“It’s nothing.”

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“No, it’s not...”

Darbab laughed ‘Pik’ and raised his glass. We were sitting here late at night, sipping whiskey, while the mistress slept.

It seemed like we needed to have a serious talk.

It wasn’t a grand story, but Darbab was deeply troubled because of one line written in a letter.

“Hoo...”

Darbab put down his glass and spoke.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes.”

“What’s written in the letter. Is it all true?”

“Yes.”

Darbab tapped the table with his finger and bowed his head.

[The mistress has used black magic.]

“It’s gotten complicated. Are there any witnesses?”

“There aren’t any. The survivors were unconscious at the time and claim they don’t remember.”

“That’s fortunate. The letter’s contents are so cryptic that only an interpreter like Rosanna can decipher them, so we don’t need to worry.”

“...”

“Which means no one except us knows what’s going on.”

We couldn’t produce any significant results. Darbab, who had heard the story that day, let out a sigh mixed with concern and worry, his brow furrowed in thought, as if he was under the spell of an unpredictable woman’s dark magic.

Kail emptied his glass and spoke.

“Can we use dark magic to heal Olivia’s leg? On the condition that you won’t be burdened, of course.”

I shook my head and replied to Kail.

“That’s impossible. We’ll find another way to deal with that part soon.”

“...”

Kail gazed at me with trembling eyes. Though he didn’t know everything, his eyes, which seemed to know the truth, didn’t want to leave mine.

“You’re also a member of Desumont. Be careful not to get hurt recklessly.”

“Thank you.”

The heavy silence lingered.

It took time to accept and judge this problem, even though the answer was already ‘ilence’. The weight of time hung in the air.

In the long silence, Darbab carefully opened his mouth.

“This is a big deal.”

“...”

“We’re planning to hold a ball in Olivia’s name soon.”

“...”

“This is a big deal.”

Our concern was one.

We feared the lady’s wrath and the trouble it might bring.