Is it not permissible for a villain to enjoy rolling [10]
“How could this happen...?! That it was the work of the scoundrels, House of Cain...! Lizzy, were you hurt?! Did they dare to touch you?”
'What's been this nonsense since I woke up?'
Wait a minute, could you put that aside before you continue talking?
I pushed the stranger's chest away from me, but he quickly grabbed my shoulders with both hands firmly.
'Why does he repeatedly lay his hand on me so boldly?'
She stared at him with cold eyes, but he seemed lost in his emotions and unaware of anything.
“Jin is so worried about you. He almost lost his mind over you...”
Jane?
So this guy is...
“Jillian?”
I asked hesitantly, but his brown eyes lit up with joy and he nodded excitedly as he tried to hug me again, but I quickly turned around to avoid him.
“Yes, Lizzie, I am Gillian, your older brother. Now that I have come, you no longer have to worry or be afraid of anything.”
She looked at him coldly.
I didn't hide at all.
But how did he find this room?
I knew he would come to the palace, but his entering my room in particular had never occurred to me.
He approached me with a serious face and said:
“All you have to do is trust this brother of yours. When we get out of here, I will let everyone know you are here.”
'What is this?! I thought he was planning to smuggle me out or something like that, and then he was spouting loud words like that!'
What is most annoying is that he hardly utters a sentence without stressing that he is the big brother as if it were a badge.
“I missed you so much, Lizzy...”
He muttered in a dreamy voice.
"You worry me as much as you worry Jane. When we get out of here, I will be the one protecting you. Lizzy, if only you would agree to become my wife…"
...what?!
'Where did he get so ridiculous all of a sudden?'
I was astonished by his words, while he seemed immersed in his emotions, as if he were playing the strings of his heart alone.
He furrowed his eyebrows and said:
“I will never neglect you like Jane did.”
“…….”
Isn't this just a suitor chasing her? If anyone heard him, they would think I was officially his fiancée!
“All you have to do is remain calm inside the palace. As for anyone who tries to approach you, I will take care of them. No one will dare touch you.”
Ah… yeah, staying quiet inside the palace? Isn't this the prison itself?!
Then who said that I would become your wife in the first place?
This one is immersed in his delusions up to his ears.
It was clear that because Lizzie's original character in the story was weak and did not dare refuse his annoying advances, he interpreted this as acceptance and began building fantasy palaces.
I decided not to spend a long time with him, but rather to quickly end the conversation and get rid of him.
“Anyway...don't you have a dinner date now?”
His eyes widened in surprise.
“You knew? Right… I'm worried about leaving you here, but I have to go to the banquet hall. I have dinner with Arkell Cain, that monster.”
A sly smile appeared on his lips.
"I'll teach Cayenne's bastards a lesson they won't forget. Who would have thought that Gillian Morell would hit them dead?"
I know, and I also know that this is just called fraud.
But that's okay, I'll use it to my advantage as well.
“It may be difficult for you, but bear with it, Lizzy. I will free you from this filthy place.”
I said with a dry smile:
“Haha… Aren’t you afraid you’ll be late for your appointment?”
Shall I ask the servants to lock the door with the key from now on?
They clearly became lenient with me, even leaving the door unlocked, as if they were telling me to wander in the corridors as you wish, for you will not get out of here anyway.
Gillian hesitated at the door, looking at me with a hesitant face.
“Leaving you here alone in the middle of danger...is hard for me.”
'Oh, for heaven's sake, won't he leave quickly?'
I had overlooked his foolishness because I intended to use him, but my patience was wearing thin.
He said:
“Just trust me, Lizzy. I will free you from this disgusting place...”
She interrupted him with a fake smile:
“If it's hard for you to leave, then let me help you~”
Then I pushed him forcefully out the door, and he staggered, losing his balance, letting out a short cry, “Ah-!”
I smiled with relief as I closed the door, but he quickly grabbed the handle and prevented it from closing completely.
From the gap of the half-closed door, Gillian looked towards me with a mysterious smile.
He said in a calm voice:
“You're still as shy as ever, aren't you, Lizzy?”
...Does this resemble shyness in your opinion?
I saw no point in hiding my features any longer, as I revealed my looks full of boredom and contempt.
But even this seemed to him to be childish pampering.
He said, pretending to know everything:
“You don’t need to say anything, I understand you. You are also at peace now that you have met me, right? Don’t worry anymore. It is true that you are unable to do anything alone, but I...”
I interrupted him sharply:
“I'm fine.”
I said sternly, cutting him off like a sword:
“You see, I've managed to survive on my own so far, and this place isn't as scary as you think.”
He stared at me intently, then muttered in amazement:
“Not scary?”
I replied with a cold smile:
“Yes, on the contrary... I like it.”
Gillian stared at me for a moment, then furrowed his brow.
Then he shouted in a bored tone that almost suffocated:
“Lizzy, that's your problem! You always try to see everything with an exaggerated positive outlook. It's true that you're a naively good girl, but...!”
I muttered wearily:
“Oh, that's enough... good, good, I'm sick of that word to death.”
His eyes widened in amazement.
“W-what did you just say?”
I told him sharply:
“Listen, I'm not good.”
I moved my face close to the door opening until I was almost touching it.
"Why do people here never believe what I say? Why is it weird that I like things like this just because I'm a saint?"
Gillian was confused and said:
"W-what do you mean? What nonsense?"
I didn't mind when misunderstandings came from Naran or the servants, but hearing this nonsense from this particular man aroused within me an anger that almost exploded my head.
I said in a sarcastic tone:
“I am not good at all, and my desires have nothing to do with holiness. This disgusting and unclean place, which you mock, is exactly what I like.”
“L-Lizzy….”
“Then if you find it so dirty, why do you go through it and search it so carefully, Brother Gillian?”
I smiled widely and he became confused and took a step back.
I added coldly:
“Anyway! Being late for appointments is embarrassing, so go to your dinner quickly. But just remember one thing, I'm not nice at all.”
He will soon find out for himself.
I smiled at him with a calm, meek smile, and he kept staring at me before swallowing nervously.
Perhaps now he was beginning to feel that my words were not a joke.
He cleared his throat slightly and said hesitantly:
"H-Okay then, we'll meet again, Lizzie. Until then... stay well."
But I closed the door in his face before he could finish his sentence.
After a while, I heard his footsteps walking away from the room.
'What a ridiculous man indeed.'
It bothered me a little, but I soon remembered my goal.
I said to myself with a smile:
“All preparations are over.”
Arkle, be ready to do what I ask of you.
It's time to take advantage of Gillian Morel and extract what I want from him.
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Banquet hall at Caen Palace.
Jillian sat in front of the large table, staring nervously at Arkell Cain sitting across from him.
As rumor had it, he was a man of unforgettable presence when first seen.
His impassive face did not reveal any of his thoughts, and his fiery eyes were completely devoid of any warmth.
Whether Gillian wanted it or not, he felt an overwhelming, almost suffocating awe.
'Shit...!'
He bit his lip in exasperation.
‘But don’t forget, in the end he is nothing but an impure being who sold his soul to the devil.’
Then Lizzie's words echoed in his mind.
How can she say she likes this disgusting den? Fear must have made her lose her mind.
Otherwise, what explains her sudden change?
In the past, she used to just smile and agree to any word said to her, but now she spoke with this strange boldness. Her mind was definitely messed up.
'But as long as her features are the same, this can be overlooked.'
Once she leaves this place, Lizzie will once again be the meek saint from the House of Eliheim.
'Then Gillian Morell will embrace her contentedly.'
He took a sip of water, smiling.
He began to imagine the huge profits he would make from the deal with Arkell.
'It's time to open the conversation.'
He reverently wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, then said:
“I know why you summoned me, Your Highness.”
Arkle raised his head from his food and looked at him silently.
“Isn't it related to mana stone mines?”
“…….”
“You want to buy one of the mines owned by the Morel family, right?”
Arkell answered calmly as he put the eating utensils aside:
“Right.”
Gillian smiled friendlyly and said:
“Well, you're in luck then. There's a mine I've been thinking about putting up for sale for a while.”
He took a map out of his jacket pocket and placed it on the table, pointing to a specific location with his finger.
“You must know this place. It's the Morris Mine.”
Arkell said without changing his features:
“The Morris Mine… wasn’t it the one discovered by the founder of the Morell family?”
“That's right. It's our main source of income as well.”
Jillian's eyes sparkled as he spoke.
The mine was indeed the largest source of Morel's wealth, and the mana stones extracted from it were known to be of the highest purity and quality.
Arkle asked coldly:
“If it is your main source of income, why would you want to give it up?”
Gillian replied with a sly smile:
“In fact, I have been thinking for a while about entering into a new field...a different business venture.”
“Business venture, then.”
Arkle muttered without showing any emotion.
Gillian said, feigning concern.
“I cannot reveal the details now, but it is a very profitable project that almost matches the income of the mine. However, starting it requires huge capital...”
“…….”
“Therefore, unfortunately, I see no alternative but to dispense with the Morris Mine. There is nothing that can secure the amount required for the new project other than selling the mine.”
“…….”
He raised his shoulders with a sweet, fake smile and added:
“And for your part, getting an astrologer like Maurice is an irreplaceable opportunity. Isn’t it a perfect deal for you as well?”
Arkel pondered Gillian for a moment, then asked him:
“So... how much do you want to sell it for?”
He fell into the trap.
'Naive.'
Gillian Morell laughed to himself, not realizing that what Arkell would say shortly would be far beyond what he had imagined.
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Translated by: Snow
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