The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

Bluebell’s mournful voice echoed through the room.

“Dad-!!”

Marquis Irten, who had appeared perfectly fine until yesterday, now lay on the bed with a pale face, struggling to breathe.

“Why did Dad become like this… Sob… He was fine until yesterday, why suddenly…”

Bluebell, who couldn’t stop crying, sat on the floor in despair.

When her emotions seemed to calm down to some extent, I signaled the doctor nearby.

‘You can speak now.’

Seeing my gaze, the doctor steeled himself and spoke up.

“Marquis Irten has always been ill. It was just a matter of time before it happened. His health deteriorated, and he struggled to breathe even while sleeping. And, though it’s difficult to say…”

Marquis Irten’s doesn’t have much time to live.

He had a major heart problem.

Shocked by this revelation, Bluebell trembled as she asked.

“Why…? Why didn’t Dad tell me he was sick…?”

“…The Marquis ordered us not to tell you.”

“Where’s the logic in that…!! He should have told me!! I’m his daughter!!”

Bluebell got up from the floor and grabbed the doctor by the collar.

“And if he knew he was sick, he could have been treated…!! Why didn’t he get treatment when he was in pain…!! And you call yourself a doctor…!!?”

“… I’m sorry, Lady Bluebell. But I did my best to treat-”

“We don’t need that! If you did your best, you should have made Dad healthy again!!”

Blaming the doctor, Bluebell grabbed his collar and screamed.

It was a gaze filled with the desire to kill.

“If someone’s going to die, then you should die instead!!”

I watched the scene for a moment before gently removing Bluebell’s hand, which was clutching the doctor’s collar at the right moment.

“Calm down, Bluebell.”

“L-let go!! What kind of doctor can’t even treat a patient!! If you did your best, Dad wouldn’t be in pain!! Why does he have to lie in bed!!”

“I-I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…”

“Le-let gooo!!”

She lost her composure.

I grabbed Bluebell from behind and restrained her.

Then, I glanced at the doctor standing there helplessly.

‘Get out now.’

Understanding my signal, the doctor quickly left the room.

Even so, Bluebell’s rampage didn’t seem to stop.

“Le-let go!! What kind of doctor is he!! I’m going to revoke his license!! If Dad dies, I’ll kill his whole family!! Let go of me right now!!”

In the novel, when Bluebell loses her sanity, she annihilated the doctor’s entire family.

Unable to let that happen, I exerted all my strength to tightly restrain her.

At that moment, a familiar voice echoed from the bed.

“… You’re being loud, Bluebell.”

“Dad?!”

When Bluebell heard Irten’s voice, she rushed to the bed.

“Dad! Are you awake? You’re not dying, right? It’s just a cold, isn’t it?”

“Yeah… *cough* Just a mild illness.”

“Don’t lie! I’m not stupid! The doctor said you’re sick earlier!”

“Heh heh, busted.”

Irten tried to brush it off with a good-natured laugh.

I knew what illness he was currently suffering from.

‘Gaining a lot of weight, flesh rotting, and suddenly having heart problems—diabetes.’

I knew the name of the illness.

But in this world, there was still no cure for diabetes.

And, most importantly.

‘No matter how much his diet changes, he can’t delay his death.’

Even if Irten wasn’t diagnosed with diabetes, he would still die a month later anyway.

He was just disguising death under the name of diabetes.

There was a separate reason why Irten was dying.

And no matter what I do, I couldn’t prevent his death.

I could only watch his death and try to keep Bluebell from falling apart.

“Still, I’m lucky to have my lovely daughter by my side.”

“Don’t talk like you’re dying…! Dad, you’re not dying…!”

“I wish that were true… *cough* ”

Irten coughed up black blood from his mouth.

Bluebell’s lips paled at the sight.

“Dad! Please don’t die!”

“You’re making too much noise. Because of you, I’ll die even sooner, my daughter.”

“No! Are you trying to die while I’m not looking? No! Don’t die! You can’t die! If you die, I’ll kill everyone!”

“I need to talk to Young Master Damian… *cough* … So please leave…”

I calmly stroked Bluebell’s head from behind.

“Please wait outside. I’ll talk to him quickly and then switch places with you.”

“Annoying… Who do you think you are… Daddy doesn’t have much time…”

“Hurry up.”

“…Annoying.”

Wiping her tears with her hand, Bluebell slowly left the room.

I was left alone in the room with Irten.

After a moment of contemplation, he looked at me seriously.

“Young Master Damian.”

“Yes?”

“I apologize for involving you in such an inappropriate matter.”

“No need to apologize. I was just doing my job as a teacher for money. Nothing special.”

Humility.

More humility.

Irten must have liked that look and said with a smile, “Heh, my eye for people isn’t that great, but… the sight of you over the past month… left the deepest impression on me… more than any emperor or crown prince.”

“On the brink of death, you seem to be craving treason.”

“It’s amusing… My daughter must also have taken a liking to you… It’s the first time she’s had a teacher for so long.”

Cough-

Irten coughed and then took my hand.

“I have one request…”

“If it’s a dying wish, I won’t listen to it now.”

“It’s not a dying wish… it’s a request about my daughter… If you happen to like my daughter… Please, marry her. You may inherit all the Pieridot Marquis’s estate for the Sinclair Family.”

However.

“Please… don’t leave my daughter alone… She’s my daughter, but all the women of our Pieridot Family… have unpleasant personalities… My wife is the same, and my daughter too… Yet I have been greedy… to see them happy, I’ve acted wrongly…”

Unpleasant personality.

I knew what Irten was talking about.

It was not just about Bluebell’s character issues.

It’s the inherited nature of the Marchioness of the Period family, who shouldn’t be left alone.

“Please…”

Irten seemed to know that too. He gripped my hand firmly as he pleaded, “Please… don’t let my daughter walk the same path as my wife, or be used as a tool for others… She may seem naive, but… *cough* my daughter possesses a deep…”

“An abyss within her. Is that what you mean?”

“… That’s the answer.”

Not the sea.

It’s the abyss.

I understood what Irten was saying.

On the surface, Bluebell was the most lively and thorny person, but genetically, she harbored a deep darkness within her.

She was a villainess born with inherent depression.

***

Late evening.

The time when people slowly began to fall asleep.

“I’m coming in.”

Bang!

Without consent, Bluebell barged into my room.

She looked very gloomy.

“I came to say something.”

“Alright.”

Normally, I would have scolded her for her lack of manners.

But I just nodded and calmly sat on the bed.

“Take a seat over there.”

“I’ll sit there without being told.”

Sighing, Bluebell weakly took a seat unlike her usual self.

Then, she looked at me and said nonchalantly.

“Dad is going to die soon.”

“Yes.”

“Dad is going to die because he was overweight and didn’t take care of his obese body.”

“I see.”

“Why does Dad have to die? Why…?”

“Well, that’s…”

The scheming of another family—

After swallowing my words once, I calmly replied.

“It’s because of bad luck, I suppose.”

“Don’t joke! Does it make sense for someone to die just because they’re unlucky!?”

“It does.”

A sad truth.

Sometimes people die suddenly due to bad luck.

Irten was unlucky enough to become a target of another family.

“That’s nonsense!!”

Swiftly, Bluebell rose from her chair, clenched her fist, and swung it towards me.

“Just because of bad luck! Does it make sense for someone to die!?”

Thud! Thud!

Bluebell poured out her frustration, hitting my chest randomly, blaming others along with her anger.

Unusually, I just took her punches without reacting.

“Who do you think you are…!! Coming into the mansion…! It’s all because of you…!! Ever since you came into the mansion, bad things have been happening…!!”

“That might be true.”

“Damn it… It’s… frustrating… *sob*… infuriating…”

However, Bluebell’s punches didn’t hurt at all.

There was no strength behind her fists, just tears of sadness.

Bluebell stopped punching and burst into tears.

“Why does my dad have to die… It’s… unfair… I haven’t done anything wrong, haven’t even spoken back… I was going to listen better later… *sob*…”

“Calm down, Bluebell.”

I gently stroked her head.

In response, Bluebell weakened and leaned into my embrace.

Perhaps she was greatly shocked by the fact that her father was going to die.

She seemed much weaker than usual.

“For now, just… calm down and wait.”

“What…? Wait for dad to die…?”

“No, it means to calm your mind. Shall we start with deep breathing?”

I wrapped my arms around Bluebell and made the sound of deep breathing.

Inhale- exhale-

Inhale- exhale-

I encouraged Bluebell to inhale and exhale to help her calm down.

She hesitated for a moment but followed my lead and began deep breathing.

As time passed, she seemed to calm down a bit.

“It’s okay now… I’m okay…”

“That’s a relief. By the way, have you met the lady of the estate?”

“Oh, Mom… Mom cried… And… that’s it.”

Perhaps she didn’t want to talk about her.

I understood.

I gently released Bluebell from my embrace, who had calmed down to some extent.

“You need to stay strong.”

That’s all I could say.

I didn’t know all of her pain, and nothing I said in this situation would comfort her.

‘I just need to be here.’

I could only wait for Bluebell to overcome this on her own.

If she started to crumble, I’d stand by quietly and support her so she didn’t fall apart, until she found her own strength.

She still had a strong-willed and stubborn personality, but as I saw in the novel, once she started feeling depressed, she would sink into endless despair.

I knew well why she put up her thorns.

“You need to stay strong, especially at times like this.”

“… I know. I have to stay strong.”

She put up her defenses again.

But her stubborn personality was inevitable.

After gently patting Bluebell once, I said, “Now go rest deeply. You need to sleep to regain your strength.”

“… I’ll handle it. And forget about today. I just… I just lost it for a moment. Got it?!”

Bluebell felt cornered and lashed out.

I responded mechanically, “I’ve already forgotten everything about today.”

“Don’t mock me! Want to die?!”

Still, my demeanor seemed to amuse her, so I smiled.

It was the first time she smiled since Irten fainted.

“I’m leaving.”

Bluebell said, then turned and headed for the door.

But before leaving, she suddenly stopped and asked an unexpected question.

“… Damian.”

“Yes?”

“You won’t abandon me like other teachers, will you?”

“Until the contract ends.”

“Really? No other words? You’re my teacher no matter what, got it?”

“…”

I felt uneasy.

I nodded slightly slower than usual.

“That’s good then.”

Bluebell smiled satisfactorily and left, leaving the door open.

Although she regained her playful demeanor as usual…

“Now it’s about to begin.”

It seemed like it would rain tomorrow.

***

As I expected, dark clouds formed in the sky and rain began to fall heavily.

The pouring rain soaked the grass and windows of the mansion.

The mansion’s staff moved busily, fulfilling their duties.

And…

“My father is dead, Damian. What should I do?”

Irten met his predetermined fate and lost his life.

It was the beginning of a rainy summer.

“W-what… What should I do now?”

Bluebell knew nothing about funerals.

Not knowing what to do, she breathed roughly and her body shook.

“I will guide you through the funeral. Please follow me.”

“… Okay.”

I took her hand and together we prepared Irten’s funeral. Even in such a serious situation, the Marchioness wasn’t here.

It seemed that today would remain dark without distinction between day and night.