Page 247 of The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

The peaceful Desmont mansion.

The ceiling of the mansion had a hole in it, and debris was scattered all over the floor, but for the Desmont family, peace reigned.

Everyone was content.

"Whew..."

The mansion crumbling was such a common occurrence that everyone just nodded calmly.

"Eeeek..."

A tiny, devilish voice emerged from the rising dust clouds. The sharp tone alone made it clear how malevolent this presence was, as if it was announcing its sinister nature, crying out in frustration.

Gulp.

The Desmont family held their breath and focused on the voice. I did too. Even though we had seen the demon shrunken before, it was still hard to keep our hearts steady.

The impact was that powerful.

Chubby cheeks. A scowling face. Stumpy legs.

Just imagining the scene made me smile as I checked for any lingering traces of dark magic. It would be troublesome if someone noticed.

[Limit Break has increased your 'Dark Magic Resistance' and erased the 'Dark Magic Residue.']

Satisfied that no traces remained, I nodded to myself.

'No one will know at this point.'

With me as the highest-grade dark magic filter, we could afford to take some risks. A few experiments had shown that the young lady’s dark magic didn’t strain the caster.

We hadn’t used her dark magic for offensive spells; I knew that would be difficult to withstand. The thought of the giant’s eye still made my shoulders shudder.

Instead, we had discharged the young lady’s dark magic in a simple way—maximizing the consumption rate while minimizing efficiency. It was like pulling an armored vehicle with bare hands—inefficient, but it left no traces. Darvab had instructed the young lady to try pulling out a water pipe.

Of course, it was impossible.

A minor earthquake had shaken the entire city, but it was nothing serious, and we managed to exhaust the young lady’s dark magic.

Now, everyone was holding their breath, watching the young lady. No one had any preference; we were all waiting.

"Eeek."

We were all waiting for the birth of the little demon.

"Ricardo."

"Yes, Lord."

"You mentioned seeing a young Olivia 'alone' in the north."

Darvab emphasized the word 'alone,' asking me with a serious expression.

"What was she like?"

"..."

With a look more profound than one might have in a meeting determining the fate of the family, Darvab swallowed hard and asked me.

"Is she the same as when she was young?"

"..."

"Is she still the same with her sharp eyes, chubby cheeks, and that personality?"

I nodded to Darvab. This was an important matter, even for me. I knew how valuable the advice of someone with experience was, so I spoke earnestly.

"She’s even cuter than before."

"...?!"

"Imagine her tiny self shouting 'Air Raid!' How demonic...."

"..."

Kyle, who had been quietly listening, pulled out a lollipop from his pocket and nodded.

"This might actually be better...."

This family had no sense of normalcy.

I wasn’t sure how this family became one of the empire’s most notorious, producing the greatest villainess, but I had left those questions behind 13 years ago, nodding lightly.

"It’ll be soon."

Gulp.

"Heeek..."

The dust cloud settled.

A silhouette of a young girl, bathed in sunlight through the hole in the ceiling, began to appear.

"O-Olivia..."

"I’m not expecting much, but Olivia did like lollipops when she was little."

"Oh dear... I already bought 20 toddler dresses just in case."

The Desmont family had each prepared their own strategy to welcome the young lady, now regressed to a child, each in their way.

The small demon slowly revealed herself.

With her tiny fists clenched and a sullen expression, the young lady furrowed her brow and spoke in a deadpan tone.

"Shibal."

"Oh Lord."

"It was worth living to see this day."

"My goodness..."

The young lady, swearing openly in front of her parents, rubbed her eyes and nodded.

"Feed me."

She was a remarkably audacious young lady.

Tap-tap-tap-tap.

"Young lady."

Tap-tap-tap-tap!!!

"Please sit still."

Tap-tap-tap!!!!

"..."

With her regressed state temporarily making her legs much more active, the young lady was running enthusiastically through the hallway.

There was no particular reason.

"Heeeek!!!"

She was just in a good mood.

The young lady, dashing from one end of the hallway to the other with her tiny body, showed no signs of tiring and kept running.

Perhaps this was the true face of the demon.

After running for a while, the young lady stopped and stood before ? Nоvеl?гht ? (Don’t copy, read here) me, shouting.

"Ricardo!"

"Yes."

"Let’s go outside!"

The young lady wanted to go out.

If she had a tail, it would be wagging enthusiastically. I smiled faintly as I looked at the yellow flower perched atop her head.

"Young lady."

"Mm."

"What’s with the flower?"

"Mom put it on me. She said no one would mess with me if I wore it."

"Oh..."

I marveled at Rosanna’s foresight and nodded. She knew her daughter all too well.

By making the young lady look like the local eccentric woman, always picking a fight at a glance, the lady of the Desmont household had cleverly avoided any unnecessary trouble. Indeed, the expert’s touch was unmistakable.

Watching the young lady, who was grinning with the flower Rosanna had put on her head, I let out a sigh of disappointment.

If only she had a runny nose to complete the look.

"Hah... Hachoo!"

Perfect.

She looked like a complete fool.

I chuckled at her innocent appearance and asked with curiosity.

"Young lady."

"Mm."

"Where are Lord Darvab and Kyle?"

"They’re dead."

The young lady glanced at the fallen members of the Desmont family in the living room and spoke.

I have no regrets, even if I die now.Olivia called me 'Oppa.' Not just 'Oppa,' but 'Oppya.' It was a happy life, Mother....Ah, I wish I could have dressed her in more clothes.

I looked at the serial killer and commented.

"You’ve been busy today."

The young lady nodded, sucking on her finger.

"Mm. I took care of it."

"I’m proud of you, young lady."

"I know."

After offering a brief response, one that made it seem she’d have thrived as an assassin, I crouched down to meet her eye level and asked.

"Is there somewhere you’d like to go?"

"Um..."

Pouting her lips, the young lady shrugged and shook her head.

"I don’t know. I just want to go out."

"Shall we take a walk then?"

"Mm."

"I’ll grab my wallet. In the meantime, you can keep running to stimulate your growth plates."

"Run?"

"Yes."

"Eeeek!"

The young lady immediately resumed her energetic dash through the hallway. She was so full of energy now that she had regressed that I worried she might pick a fight if we went outside.

Every time the young lady was in high spirits, something would happen.

Hoping she would tire herself out, I went to grab my wallet and headed outside.

Thirty minutes later.

"Shibal!"

The young lady had picked a fight with the local kids.

Her eyes were cold. The other kid was crossing his arms arrogantly.

Surrounded by a group of children in an alleyway, I scratched my head with a helpless smile.

'This won’t be easy...'

I had thought the young lady would start the trouble, but it turned out she was the one who got caught up in it.

It all started when one of the local kids bumped into her shoulder. With a 'thud,' the ice cream that hadn’t even been in her hand for a minute fell to the ground.

Heeeek!!!! My ice cream is dead!Hahaha!!!!...Dammit.

To avenge her fallen ice cream, the young lady’s fury burned brightly.

You wanna die?What?You killed my ice cream.So what?I’ll kill you too.Hahaha! Go ahead, try!

The young lady, who showed no mercy when it came to food, chased after the kids, and naturally, we ended up in the alleyway.

Ricardo.Yes.Beat them up....?

And that’s how we ended up here.

The kids in the alley stared at us, trying to look tough, hands in their pockets, as if they had someone powerful backing them up. Their annoying voices grated on my nerves as they shouted at us.

"Who are you, old man, to butt in?"

"Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah. Who are you, old man? You wanna die too?"

"Haha..."

I let out a chuckle and memorized the faces of the kids. I could tolerate many things, but being called an 'old man' was not one of them.

I wondered who had raised such a bold kid. Smiling, I nodded.

"Interesting."

"What’s so funny?"

"Haha."

This world didn’t have many laws protecting children, so I wondered what made them so confident. I let out another laugh, looking at the kid who seemed to be the leader.

'Should I kill him?'

I decided to wait. After all, there was an expert in handling these situations right next to me. I stayed silent, watching the young lady.

She used to be quite the fighter back in the day. Called a "crazy girl" in the slums, the young lady had fists like fire. Of course, her combat prowess was boosted by having guards with her, but even so, underestimating the young lady's fighting abilities, especially when she looked like a child, was a mistake.

I had once fought her seriously, so I suppressed the smile that was creeping up, silently wishing the kids good luck.

The young lady clenched her fists, trembling slightly, and spoke to the boy.

"Eeeek... Give me back my ice cream."

"Give it back? Hahaha!"

"Stop laughing and return it. Unless you want to end up in a coffin."

"Pfft! Do you even know who my dad is?"

"And do you know who my butler is?"

Realizing she might lose in a contest of "whose dad is more important," the young lady turned to me with a look of intense resolve, signaling that she was ready to unleash her wrath and that I should not hold back, even against children.

The young lady looked at the boy with a menacing glare and spoke harshly.

"Ricardo hits kids too, you know. He doesn't go easy just because you're young."

"Young lady?"

"Mm."

"Am I really that bad of a person?"

"Aren’t you?"

"No."

The young lady nodded thoughtfully.

"He doesn’t hit kids then."

"No, I do hit them."

"Then what should I say?"

The young lady, blatantly discussing the matter with me, sniffled and asked.

"Say I’m moderately bad."

"Mm."

The young lady nodded, pointed at the children, and declared,

"He's moderately bad."

"So what?"

"Huh...!"

"Your butler's just a commoner, right?"

"...Damn it. Ricardo, bite him!"

"If I tell my dad, you and your butler will both be dead!"

I shook my head, intrigued by the boldness of the child's threats. I was curious to see just how deep this kid would dig his own grave.

Beating him up could wait.

For now, it was essential to let this child gain some valuable experience and understand the consequences of his actions. I quietly waited for the expert to step in.

The young lady, growing increasingly angry, lowered her head and shouted,

"Eeeek... I..."

"I?"

"I... I..."

"Pfft! Are you trying to apologize? It’s too late for that! Crawl under my feet and beg for mercy—"

"You're just a fatherless brat acting tough!"

Now that was classic villainess behavior.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I gave the young lady a thumbs-up, overwhelmed with pride.