The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

It couldn’t be fixed.

That judgment was not for me to make.

It was the patient who made the judgment for me.

Everything depended on the will of the one being treated.

However, Bellua did not seem to have any will to be healed.

“I really want Bluebell to see my corpse. It would be even better if she could see me dying.”

Bellua uttered those insane words in an emotionless tone.

I frowned and asked for the reason.

“Why do you want your daughter to see you dead? You could die somewhere else.”

“That’s because Bluebell must see my death.”

“What do you mean by that?”

At my words, Bellua walked to the bed and flopped down.

She began to speak comfortably while lying on the bed.

“I heard from my husband. You said you’re Bluebell’s teacher, right?”

“Yes, I am temporarily her teacher.”

“Then you must know. How much of a troublemaker my daughter is.”

Of course, I knew.

Bluebell was a troublemaker who tormented the low-ranking servants.

“So, even if I leave this world. I want to shock my daughter so she can cope alone. To fix her troublemaking nature.”

Shock therapy.

A discipline method.

It could indeed be effective if used appropriately.

“She can’t live alone with that personality. I want to save her.”

Unlike her emotionless tone earlier, she now spoke with a tone full of earnest emotion.

But I knew the whole truth.

Her words were nothing but blatant lies.

“That’s not the real reason, is it?”

“What?”

As soon as I finished speaking, Bellua, who was lying on the bed, sat up.

Then, she tilted her head as if she was genuinely curious.

“Why do you think that?”

Of course.

“Because I know the reason you want to show your corpse. And what kind of parent shows their dead body to fix their daughter’s personality Unless they want to drive them mad.”

I’d read the novel.

I knew Bellua’s mental state before she died.

I saw it clearly through the third-person narration.

‘Simply, Marchioness Bellua just wants to be remembered by her daughter forever. To leave a bad impression in her daughter’s memory at all costs.’

Despite not giving any help or affection to Bluebell.

“Stop pretending to care. It’s disgusting.”

Bellua twisted her lips and glared at me coldly.

Her atmosphere and expression changed 180 degrees from the beginning.

“… How did you know that, I wonder?”

Bellua got up from the bed and walked toward me.

“I never told anyone and thought about it alone. How did you know my thoughts? Is a genius really different?”

Being called a genius was a bit burdensome.

I just wished she’d die somewhere else if she was going to die.

I glared at Bellua with intense eyes.

“That’s enough, I’ll ask one last time. Are you not considering dying somewhere else?”

“No, even if I die, I will die in the Pieridot mansion. And I will be buried next to my husband.”

“Your plan to die in front of Bluebell remains the same?”

“Even if you know my thoughts… My thoughts remain unchanged. If I am to die, I will show my corpse to Bluebell. In this world…”

I hate that girl the most.

“I want her to have an unbearable experience. So she can never stand up again.”

Bellua said this with a sinister smile.

Seeing that, I turned around and headed for the door.

There was no need to talk to her any further.

‘She doesn’t seem to plan on changing her mind.’

It was better to withdraw at this point.

There was no benefit in provoking her further right now.

“… Have a quiet night.”

Bang!

With those words, I closed the door and walked down the hallway.

At the same time, a word popped into my head.

‘Crazy woman.’

‘Fiancé Who Punishes Villainesses.’ Why does this crazy novel have such poor coherence?

I understood why the villainesses become villains.

I was so captivated that I read it completely five times.

But now that I was experiencing it firsthand. It was too overwhelming.

Seeing the villainesses’ situations right in front of me made me want to examine the author’s head.

“Who in the world gets jealous of a daughter born between herself and her husband…?”

Moreover, the reason Bellua gave birth to Bluebell was not normal.

There was also this description in the novel:

‘I thought having a family would make me less depressed… but my husband’s attention is all taken by our daughter… I’m even more depressed…’

The only somewhat sympathetic aspect was hereditary depression?

But even considering that, Bellua was definitely a crazy woman.

‘And.’

The most important thing was that she had a significant influence on Bluebell turning into a villainess.

All under the guise of being a parent.

Deliberately.

“Damn…!”

Bang!

I punched the wall.

“And she calls herself a parent…”

Witnessing it in real life rather than in a novel was even more disgusting.

I wanted to block Bluebell’s access to her by any means necessary.

For rehabilitation.

“I’ll stop it by any means…”

The best method would be to remove her altogether.

So that Bluebell could never see her.

Resolving this, I decided to follow through with my plan.

***

Verdium Nadia.

The head of the Verdium duchy.

She received the lord’s documents with a bored expression.

“What are these documents this time?”

“Th-these are the documents organizing the taxes of my domain…”

“…”

Nadia meticulously read through the documents one by one.

She checked thoroughly for any mistakes or issues.

Her eyes lit up as she did so.

“Found it.”

“… Pardon?”

“There’s a problem with the taxes here. Didn’t I tell you last time?”

Instead of lowering the taxes.

Increase the conscription rate.

“Why don’t you listen when I tell you something once? Do you like money that much?”

“I-I’m sorry-”

“Too late.”

Crack!

At the same time as Nadia’s eyes gleamed, the lord’s hand rolled on the floor.

His hand was cleanly cut off.

“Aaah-!! Pl-please spare my life-!!”

The lord bled and begged for his life.

Nadia spoke without any emotion at the pitiful sight.

“Fine, I’ll spare your life.”

‘Because I can’t kill you.’

‘If you die, I die.’

Nadia stood up from her chair and picked up a bandage. Then, she threw it to him.

“Stop the bleeding.”

“Y-yes!”

“And get out of my sight immediately.”

The lord grabbed the bandage and quickly fled the office.

Nadia felt a sense of satisfaction as she looked at the blood on the floor.

“… If you hadn’t caused any problems, you wouldn’t have been hurt. But it’s good for me.”

Whenever there was even one problem, she used this method to relieve her stress.

Watching people break down calmed her mind and soul.

“… Still, it’s infuriating. Maintaining authority is hard. Damian. If you were here, my heart would be a bit more at ease.”

She wouldn’t need to use such a heavy tone.

They could have talked in a relaxed atmosphere.

“I heard the search squad hit the target with an arrow… I wonder if the wound left a scar…”

Stupid search squad.

They were supposed to hit the leg, so why did they hit the shoulder?

As a lesson, she shattered the shoulders of the search squad members.

She lived well without killing anyone. She would only cause injuries.

Despite that, she still longed to see Damian.

Nadia looked at the ring on her finger and murmured.

“Damian… Where on earth have you gone…?”

One day, the covenant would make them meet again.

Nadia desired and missed Damian.

She wanted to feel the warmth of his hand just once more.

But Damian was not here, and only his shadow remained.

While she took a brief rest, lost in thought of Damian.

“Mistress. A letter has arrived.”

A servant entered the room holding two letters.

One was from the academy.

The other was a letter announcing the death of Marquis Irten.

It was sent by the duchy’s informant.

“If it’s Marquis Irten…”

“The head of the Pieridot family.”

“A family entangled in the power struggle of the north. Rumor has it that the family would collapse without its head. It seems to be true.”

Marquis Irten met his end due to the pressures from northern families.

The letter detailed how he died and how the funeral was conducted.

And there was a name in the letter that moved Nadia’s heart.

“Sinclair Damian. He’s being called a genius…”

Maybe because his name was similar to Damian’s.

She felt a deep curiosity about the name Damian.

“He’s also 12 years old. In two years…”

Perhaps, they would meet at the academy.

If she passed the academy’s entrance exam.

She would meet someone with a name similar to Darmian.

The letter contained news of Nadia’s desire to enter the academy.

“… I can only draw Damian’s shadow. Will I be able to pass?”

Nadia could no longer draw anything else.

Currently, she could only draw Damian’s face.

Nadia crumpled the letter and threw it into the trash.

Though she knew they would meet someday due to the covenant.

“I’m thirsty. I want to have you in my hands right now.”

She always missed Damian.

***

Classes.

Routine.

A day which went by with nothing extraordinary.

Along with it, Bluebell’s knowledge steadily accumulated.

“Well, this makes classes easy now. Very easy for me.”

“Didn’t you fail three times before passing?”

“So what!”

After the funeral.

After some time had passed.

Bluebell regained her usual cheerfulness.

Because she was attending classes regularly and spending time with Damian. Moreover, she didn’t have to sleep alone at night.

‘Damian. This fool.’

‘Still, among the people around me, he’s the smartest.’

‘Not smarter than me, though.’

Bluebell thought so as she watched Damian organizing the lessons.

‘His white hair is so unique. His blue eyes are pretty. For a boy, he’s quite pretty.’

Annoying.

But kind.

‘He’s always with me and plays with me when I’m bored.’

‘He’s different from the other fools in the mansion.’

“Damian. You idiot.”

“Do you want another flick on your forehead?”

“No. I have a question. Damian.”

“Yes, please ask.”

Seriously.

“Are you going to keep using formal speech? Don’t you want to be friends with me?”

Friends.

Bluebell wanted to be friends with Damian.

She felt uncomfortable with him always using formal speech while she used informal speech.

‘It makes me feel distant…’

Damian’s answer to Bluebell’s question was the same as before.

“Yes, I intend to continue using formal speech.”

“Why! Just speak informally!”

“Because I am the teacher, and you are the student, Lady Bluebell.”

The necessity of maintaining appropriate distance.

However, Bluebell couldn’t easily accept it.

“We’re the same age, so why not use informal speech?”

“I told you. I’m the teacher, and you’re the student.”

“But you’re a temporary teacher! So, will you use informal speech after your teaching period ends?”

“Probably. Though we won’t see each other much then.”

“… What?”

What does that mean?

What do you mean we won’t see each other?

Bluebell expressed her annoyance and confusion.

“Why won’t we see each other? Are you going to live without seeing me?”

“We’ll meet someday, but once my contract period ends, I have to leave.”

“… Are you saying you’re going to leave me?”

That couldn’t be true.

Surely, he wouldn’t say he’s leaving me, right?

Without properly teaching me anything.

However, as if shattering Bluebell’s heart, Damian spoke in a dry tone.

“I have a home too. Of course, I need to go back.”

“… No.”

‘No way.’

‘I hate being alone.’

‘If Damian leaves, everyone left in the mansion will be boring.’

“You told me not to bother the fools in the mansion.”

“Yes, you shouldn’t bother them. They will leave.”

“But why are you leaving? What am I supposed to do?”

‘Without you, it’s no fun.’

Bluebell indirectly expressed that.

Unfortunately, it didn’t reach Damian.

“If I’m not here, you should study hard by yourself and get into the academy. You can see me then.”

“… I don’t want to. I like things as they are now.”

I hate it without you.

Words she couldn’t say out of pride.

In the end, Bluebell put up her usual thorny front.

“… You always do whatever you want. Just leave now!! Oh. No, don’t go.”

Bluebell pouted and shouted loudly.

Thinking about Damian, who was always beside her, leaving.

A sad future accompanied by gloom loomed over her.

‘I don’t want it. I don’t want it. I hate it…’

‘I hate mornings, afternoons, and evenings.’

‘It’s no fun without Damian.’

‘I don’t want to be abandoned… by my mom or by the servants.’

I hate being abandoned again.

I hate being alone even more.

‘If Damian tries to leave me…’

“… I’ll die.”

“… What?”

“I’ll die. If you leave, I’ll die. Really.”

‘I’ll make sure Damian can’t abandon me.’

After saying that, Bluebell realized something about herself.

‘I can’t do anything alone. I can’t even handle a funeral or study. I need Damian by my side.’

Dependence.

Damian, who helped with the funeral and taught her everything she didn’t know.

Bluebell naturally depended on Damian.

And she had no intention of breaking free from that dependence.

‘Without Damian, it might be better to die. I hate being alone, and it’s scary.’

Because the lonely future without her father and Damian was too frightening and terrifying.

A thorny personality and a heart as dark as the abyss.

Bluebell was dominated by severe anxiety and depression.

Is it true that children resemble their parents?

A resemblance to the past Bellua.

‘Why does my plan keep going astray?’

Damian was shocked at the sight.