The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

I woke up in the morning.

Feeling more tired than usual.

“Sigh, I shouldn’t have stayed up late listening to her…”

I uttered a regretful comment and looked beside me.

“…”

“She’s sleeping well.”

Bluebell was sound asleep on my bed, oblivious to the world.

Her breathing was so quiet that she seemed like a dead person.

‘She’s not dead, right?’

If she were dead, everything would go awry.

I cautiously brought my finger to her nose.

From her small nose, a slight breath could be felt.

“She’s not dead.”

Thank goodness.

But maybe because my life-checking process was annoying.

“What are you doing?”

Bluebell opened her blue eyes and glared at me.

I forced a smile and said.

“I was just admiring how beautiful Lady Bluebell is.”

“Y-You pervert!! I’ll castrate you! Die!”

Bluebell cursed at me loudly.

But somehow.

Her face was flushed, and she seemed satisfied.

‘At least her expression isn’t gloomy like last night.’

In the daylight, Bluebell was her usual self.

I was deeply relieved.

***

“I’m sorry, Head Butler. There’s no reason for me to stay at the mansion anymore.”

“Same here.”

“Me too…”

Head Butler Rave.

He sighed and responded to the unavoidable reality.

He didn’t bother asking for reasons.

“… Alright, you may leave. Go.”

Rave appeared exhausted as he accepted the maid’s resignation.

He had agreed to several resignations today.

“Damn bastards… They were loyal only to Marquis Irten and not to the Pieridot family…!!”

‘Nowadays, everyone is an opportunist!’

‘All they think about is taking advantage of things!’

Rave cursed the twelve maids, cooks, and coachmen who had left the mansion today in his heart.

‘Where have perseverance and faith gone…’

Since rumors spread quickly around the mansion, he couldn’t say it out loud.

At that moment, a man with white hair walked from the opposite side of Rave.

Damian Sinclair.

Despite being from a marquis family, he was an intriguing person who served as a tutor to Bluebell.

‘Given Lady Bluebell’s condition, he might indeed be a real genius.’

Ahem!

Barely containing his emotions, Rave bowed his head towards Damian.

“Greetings, Young Master. Did you sleep well last night?”

“… I spent the night comfortably. However, I couldn’t sleep properly because of what happened yesterday.”

“That is unfortunate.”

Rave raised his head to look at Damian’s face.

He confirmed the fatigue on his face.

“Then, I will take my leave now.”

Bowing his head as a courtesy, Rave departed.

“Wait.”

“Yes?”

“I have something to ask, Head Butler.”

Damian spoke with a serious expression.

“Why are there fewer people in the mansion than usual? Even the breakfast menu was a bit reduced.”

‘Is it okay to reveal this to an outsider?’

‘But, he’s not really an outsider… The Marquis Irten trusts him, and Lady Bluebell follows him…’

After some consideration, Rave cautiously began to speak.

“… To be honest, the number of servants in the mansion has been halved.”

“In one day?”

“Yes. After witnessing the funeral of Marquis Irten yesterday… They all left.”

Feeling ashamed as the head butler, Rave naturally bowed his head.

Seeing this, Damian hit the nail on the head.

“They didn’t leave because of the funeral, but because of Bluebell, didn’t they?”

“Th-that is!”

“Tell the truth, Head Butler. The reason the servants left is because of Bluebell, right?”

If Bluebell became the head of the Pieridot Family, it would fall, and they would be on a sinking ship.

Damian pinpointed the core reason behind the servants’ escape.

Rave couldn’t say the truth out loud, so he bit his lip.

“… Yes, that’s right. It’s because of Lady Bluebell.”

‘Is he going to blame me for not managing the people properly?’

Rave was worried.

However, contrary to his expectations, Damian expressed his gratitude.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll try to fill in the lacking staff if I can. And.”

Lady Bluebell.

Damian suddenly turned around and called Bluebell’s name.

Rave was startled and looked around.

He saw Bluebell hiding behind the corridor wall, eavesdropping.

‘She must be emotionally drained after the funeral yesterday!’

Rave waved his hands and shouted at Bluebell.

“L-lady! Th-This conversation is not…”

“Fine. I don’t need people who can’t take my pranks. Anyway, they are fools who only liked my father.”

Bluebell answered coolly and walked away.

Damian looked at the wall where Bluebell had disappeared and quietly whispered.

“Butler.”

“… Yes.”

“Isn’t it natural that Bluebell is hated by the attendants?”

Natural.

Although there was nothing truly natural in this world.

Rave nodded.

“… You could say that.”

It was the karma she earned by tormenting them herself.

Rave didn’t bother to deny the truth.

Damian liked this and put his hand on Rave’s shoulder.

He was a bit short, but he managed.

“Bluebell needs an honest person by her side. It’s a good thing there’s someone like you.”

“… Thank you for the compliment.”

“Please continue to take care of Bluebell. She needs people around her. Try not to hate her too much.”

With those words, Damian mentioned that Bluebell had a class and left.

“Even if I hate her less, I can’t stop others from hating her…”

Left alone in the hallway, Rave felt a headache coming on.

‘The lady will harass people again. Many will leave again.’

‘No matter how much of a genius he is, he won’t be able to change her.’

Having watched her since she was young, Rave was sure she would never change.

***

During the sacred lesson time.

“I have a question, Lady Bluebell.”

“What is it?”

“Who in the mansion did you harass?”

“I didn’t harass anyone.”

“Then, who did you play pranks on?”

“Everyone.”

I understood.

The reason the servants in the mansion were fleeing.

I calmly issued a warning.

“If you continue to play pranks, Lady, there will only be one servant left in the mansion.”

“… I don’t need people who would leave. By the way, who is that one person?”

“Butler Rave. He seems to be a trustworthy person.”

“… Really? I don’t know him well.”

Bluebell didn’t know Butler Rave’s loyalty well.

However, having read the novel, I knew his loyalty clearly.

‘Bluebell continues to harass the servants to relieve her mood. Because of that, all the servants leave the mansion. Except for one person.’

Butler Rave.

Even when everyone else left, he stayed in the mansion in respect to the grace shown by Marquis Irten.

Because of his stubbornness, he was the first to die at Bluebell’s hands.

Even so, he considered it fortunate to repay the marquis’s grace until his death.

‘Marquis Irten helped his dying family, so it’s understandable… I guess?’

Of course, I didn’t understand it well from my perspective.

I had never thought of wanting to be loyal to someone sincerely.

‘Anyway.’

Enough about that old man.

“Lady Bluebell, let’s start the lesson.”

“No.”

“You must do it even if you don’t want to. You will lead the family in the future.”

“… I don’t know. I don’t want to. If you just leave it alone, it’ll sort itself out.”

Bluebell suddenly entered a gloomy mood.

She seemed to find the mere thought of leading the family tiresome, and her expression darkened.

“That won’t do!!”

Bang!!

“Ah! You startled me!”

I slammed the desk hard and made eye contact with Bluebell.

To emphasize the intensity, I put all my strength into my eyes.

“You must not take the family lightly!! It is an insult to the ancestors who made the Pieridot family what it is today!”

“Wh-who asked them to make it strong?”

“Marquis Irten is one of them.”

“Wh-why are you bringing up my father here…”

There would be no room for excuses.

Bluebell couldn’t argue against me and remained silent.

I slowly walked to the blackboard and gently muttered.

“I’m not asking you to make the family strong. But to continue it… You need at least a minimal amount of knowledge. The same goes for entering the academy.”

“… So what? In the end, you’re telling me to study alone.”

“You’re not alone. I’m here with you.”

I opened the book to proceed with the lesson.

Today’s lesson was about how the family is maintained and its connections with other families.

“No matter how slow you are to understand, I will help you. So please, study at your own pace.”

“… Who do you think you are?”

I answered simply.

“I’m a contract teacher who gets paid for this. Please open your book, Lady.”

“If you’re a contractor, then leave quickly… Don’t force me to study when I hate it…”

Despite her grumbling, it seemed she was somewhat pleased.

Bluebell pouted but opened her book.

Today, Bluebell seemed unusually interested in studying.

‘The day after the funeral. She didn’t fall into depression like in the novel.’

Good news.

I was happy that things were going according to the plan I had set.

Watching Bluebell concentrate, I secretly smiled.

‘Whether for better or worse, Bluebell is gradually changing.’

Good.

I wonder if Bluebell noticed my expression.

She blushed and avoided my gaze.

The sky that had been cloudy earlier was now clear in the afternoon.

***

A dark evening.

Pandora’s box.

A box that should not be opened.

However, someone who sees the box for the first time would want to open it out of curiosity.

Not knowing what’s inside, they are curious about its contents.

‘So, what should I do knowing it’s Pandora’s box?’

To be precise, it was Bluebell’s Pandora’s box.

Bluebell was curious about opening the box.

However, she didn’t know that there was something pushing her towards the abyss.

‘But I know.’

Because of that.

I had to manage the box instead of Bluebell.

And, I must ensure that Bluebell can never open that box.

‘Honestly, I’m not confident…’

Since I’d arrived here.

I should talk to her at least once.

Conversations are a good means of persuasion.

Knock! Knock!

I knocked on the door and called her name.

“Marchioness Bellua. Are you in there?”

“…”

Marchioness Bellua, who didn’t attend the funeral of Marquis Irten.

She disappeared from society three years ago and has been holed up in her room ever since.

Knock! Knock!

I knocked on the door again and called her name.

“Marchioness Bellua. This is Sinclair Damian. May I come in?”

30 seconds.

A silence followed, and a clear voice came from the door.

-Come in.

With her permission, I opened the door and entered.

In front of me stood a woman who appeared exactly like Bluebell.

‘The room is clean, but…’

That thing above her head.

It was exactly like what I saw in the novel.

Marchioness Bellua spoke to me expressionlessly.

“What brings you here?”

No emotion.

Bellua’s face was devoid of any emotion as if she had given up on life.

‘It seems she’s alive because she hasn’t had a chance to die yet.’

This was the abyss Marquis Irten spoke of.

The depression embedded in the Bellua lineage.

Her blue eyes were like a deep ocean.

“You really do resemble Bluebell a lot…”

Bellua, who had been suffering from depression for a long time, was numb to emotions.

‘It’s exactly like what I read in the novel. I’ve been waiting.’

After confirming the rope hanging from the ceiling above her head,

I asked politely and seriously.

“If you’re going to die… Could you do it out of Bluebell’s sight?”

Bellua responded in a dry tone.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I want my daughter to see me die.”

Bellua.

Only three years ago, she was called a person of great character…

“Since she was born to me, she must witness my death. Bluebell must witness my death.”

Her mind was at the verge of madness.

No matter how much I examined it, it seemed impossible to fix.

Because Bellua had no will to change.