The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

Late evening.

I walked down the dark hallway without turning on a lamp.

The black clothing and a black mask made me nearly invisible.

It was all in order to remove Bellua from the mansion.

‘That crazy woman is too dangerous for Bluebell.’

If she wanted to die, it should be somewhere other than the mansion.

If she wanted to live, it should be somewhere other than the mansion.

Whatever she decided to do, Bellua must be somewhere other than the Pieridot mansion.

She would undoubtedly have a bad influence on Bluebell.

‘… As quietly as possible. Carefully.’

With that thought, I slowly walked toward Bellua’s room.

One fortunate thing was the reduced number of people in the mansion, meaning fewer guards on patrol.

Occasionally, I saw lights at the end of the hallway and heard footsteps.

But remembering the guards’ patrol times made it easy to reach Bellua’s room.

‘Have they already replaced the door…’

My shoulder ached.

The arrow wound had worsened, causing pain with even slight movements.

But perhaps because I broke down the door with my injured shoulder.

The newly replaced door to Bellua’s room was made of a weaker material.

‘Not that I intend to break it with commotion this time.’

I knelt in front of the door and took a clip out of my pocket.

Based on my experiments in the Pieridot mansion.

Inserting the small clip into the lock and slowly turning it…

Click!

The locked door opened very easily.

Neither Bluebell’s nor Marquis Irten’s doors opened with this method.

Probably because they were replaced, this simple method didn’t work.

With those thoughts, I approached Bellua, who was lying on the bed. I was as quiet as possible.

At that moment.

“Who are you?”

A chilling voice came from Bellua on the bed.

‘As expected, she’s awake at night.’

Most people with depression are night owls.

So it was better to handle it around noon.

But given the situation, I had no choice but to choose the evening.

That doesn’t mean the evening isn’t suitable for kidnapping.

“Secu- mmph—!!”

“Be quiet. No one should hear us.”

“Mm. Mmph—!!”

In the evening, it was less likely for others to see us.

As long as Bellua’s mouth was properly covered, there was little chance of being caught.

I covered Bellua’s mouth and reached into my pocket for the drug.

A simple concoction made from ground herbs that induce hallucinations and sleep.

“Swallow it.”

“Mm. Mmph”

Quietly.

Without anyone noticing.

I forcibly put the drug into Bellua’s mouth, and her body quickly went limp like a doll.

‘It’s a method the protagonist used in the novel. Fortunately, the mansion had the necessary herbs.’

The herbs had a minty scent, making them easy to prepare.

I immediately hoisted her limp body onto my shoulder.

‘There’s no one outside… But because of what Bellua did today, the guards will be paying more attention to her.’

I’d leave quietly and handle it without getting caught.

Looking down the hallway, there were no guards with lamps.

I carefully walked down the hallway with Bellua over my shoulder.

‘The destination is the back door of the Pieridot mansion.’

There were no guards there, making it easy to escape.

This wasn’t usually the case. With many people having escaped, it was even simpler.

‘If this plan succeeds, Bluebell won’t hate the world. She won’t realize her purpose in life was to cure Bellua’s depression.’

Everything was proceeding smoothly according to plan.

As I walked down the dark hallway, I headed towards the back door.

At that moment.

I heard Bluebell’s anxious voice cleaving through the darkness.

“So-so scared… Where is Damian…? That idiot… He didn’t leave me, did he…? If he leaves, I’ll really die…”

And, someone reflexively responded to that voice.

In a semi-conscious state, Bellua muttered.

“Bl…Bluebell…?”

How was she waking up after taking the drug?

Hearing Bluebell’s voice, Bellua reflexively started to wake up.

I quickly covered Bellua’s mouth with my hand.

However, the sound had already reached Bluebell.

“Wh-who’s there! I heard a voice! Identify yourself and your affiliation immediately!”

“…”

“Come out! I don’t believe in ghosts…!! Come out now…!”

“…”

“Come out! Damn it… Damian, is that you!? Are you playing a prank on me!?”

Bluebell’s trembling voice echoed in the darkness.

I carefully took steps to avoid being noticed by her.

Slowly, I sneaked towards my destination.

“Come out! If you don’t, I’ll come to you! I mean it!”

“…”

“Damn it… Where’s Damian when I need him…!”

Even though I was walking towards the back door, Bluebell shouted from the end of the hallway.

Her feet remained frozen.

She seemed too scared to come to this place.

Ignoring Bluebell’s voice, I moved towards the back door as planned.

“Come out! Come out!”

Leaving Bluebell shouting alone,

I eventually escaped through the back door.

Opening the door and heading to a secluded spot, I found the prepared carriage and coachman waiting for us.

I handed him a pouch of money and said.

“The destination is the mansion in Ruina’s territory. If the Marchioness starts to wake up, give her the drug in the money pouch.”

“… Is this really okay?”

“What do you mean?”

“No matter how unwell Marchioness Bellua is… Forcibly sending her away like this…”

He was scared.

If Bluebell’s rehabilitation failed, this coachman would experience hell and then die.

I handed him another pouch of money.

“Now, how do you feel? Still scared?”

If money doesn’t overcome fear, then there must be a lack of money.

The coachman gulped, contemplated, and eventually took the money pouch from my hand.

“… The destination is indeed Ruina, the land of Marchioness Bellua, right?”

“Yes. And make sure you follow the instructions I prepared when you reach there.”

Since Bellua caused a suicide commotion at the mansion, she returned to her hometown for recuperation.

Her mind was troubled, and her memory was not intact.

She returned to her hometown on her own, but in her disturbed state, she remembered it as a kidnapping.

“Report it that way and return, and I’ll give you twice the amount I just gave you.”

‘I’m willing to pay even five times the amount if it means the success of the transformation plan for the villainesses.’

It was more important that many people, including me and my family, wouldn’t die.

The coachman nodded at my words, loaded Bellua into the carriage, and climbed aboard.

‘I will remove all obstacles to Bluebell’s transformation.’

To protect as many people and my family.

With such self-justification, I expelled Bellua from the mansion.

I didn’t know how the rest of her life would turn out.

‘I hope she gets some treatment after returning to her hometown.’

I wished Bellua would regain the will to live.

In a way, she was also a victim of depression.

There were no antidepressants here, so drug treatment wasn’t possible either.

Bellua was a pitiful existence to me too.

“Now, for Bluebell not to become a villainess, the only thing left is for her to study…”

Inside the mansion, the only person bearing the name of Pieridot was Bluebell.

From my perspective, knowing the content of the novel, this situation felt truly ideal.

***

After Bellua disappeared from the mansion.

The mansion was thrown into chaos, and everyone was busy looking for her.

Three days later, a letter arrived from Bellua’s hometown, Ruina.

Bluebell placed the letter she read on the desk.

“Mom went to her hometown for recuperation. Apparently, her mind is troubled.”

“That’s a relief. I was worried because she disappeared without a word… It’s really a relief she’s alive.”

“Right, it’s a relief she’s alive. She didn’t die alone. But, Damian.”

“Yes?”

Thud!

Bluebell put down the pen she was diligently scribbling with and asked.

“Where were you the night Mom disappeared? I went to your room, but you weren’t there.”

“…”

Damian was momentarily flustered.

‘Did she come to my room that night? If she was in the hallway, was she waiting in my room?’

This was unexpected.

Damian quickly racked his brain, thinking about his next move.

However, Bluebell looked at him suspiciously as if she wouldn’t give him time.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Where did you go?”

Gulp!

Damian swallowed dryly and answered as calmly as possible.

“Are you talking about when I went to the bathroom? I was gone for about 10 minutes in the evening.”

“That’s not it.”

“What?”

“It wasn’t 10 minutes, not even 20 minutes. I waited in the room for 30 minutes. Damian didn’t come. I waited alone.”

Her suspicion was growing.

Bluebell’s suspicion was turning into certainty with his false testimony.

‘In that situation, the only one suspicious person is Damian.’

But…

‘Saving Mom’s life while injuring his shoulder and then kidnapping her to send her back to her hometown…’

‘Does that make sense?’

‘Isn’t that too weird?’

‘Isn’t Damian the hero who saved Mom?’

‘Otherwise, is he the kidnapper who abducted her?’

‘What’s the truth? I, I don’t know…’

‘I don’t know.’

‘I just don’t know.’

Imagining Damian becoming a criminal who kidnapped her mom was awful, and she hated suspecting him for no reason.

‘And, if… I suspect Damian… But he’s not the culprit…?’

Damian would leave her.

He would be disappointed in her for doubting him and would leave quickly.

She didn’t want that.

She absolutely hated that.

“… I hate it. I hate it!”

“What? What do you hate…”

Startled by her own actions, Bluebell muttered in confusion.

“Oh, nothing. Forget it. It’s nothing. I guess I just imagined things. Time must have felt longer than it was! Damian could have just gone to the bathroom, you know! Ha, haha…”

Bluebell picked up her pen again, deciding to focus on her studies.

No matter how much she thought about it, the circumstances made Damian look like the culprit.

‘But I’d rather have Damian here than worry about Mom being gone…’

‘Mom never really considered me important anyway.’

‘Unlike Damian.’

She unconsciously avoided the truth. Bluebell decided to settle for the present.

The more she thought about it.

The bleaker the past and the more depressing the future seemed.

“Let’s just study quickly! Damian! And then, let’s play together after studying! Let’s walk in the flower garden today!”

“Shall we? Let’s take a walk in the flower garden to lift our spirits. The flowers will wilt soon with autumn coming.”

“Yeah, but. Is it already autumn?”

“Yes, it’s already that time.”

“… I see.”

Bluebell’s voice was full of regret.

‘Why does time keep flowing on its own? It would be better if it just stopped.’

If time stopped forever, she wouldn’t have to think about the past or the future and could be happy.

“Damian.”

“Yes?”

“It would be nice if we could be together forever, right?”

“Together forever…”

Damian chuckled dryly and said.

“I wouldn’t like that.”

“… Why?”

“Because when the seasons change, people should change with them.”

“… So, the person next to you will change too?”

“Well, that’s true.”

“…”

Ouch—

Damian’s dry response hurt Bluebell’s heart.

The thought of someone else being by Damian’s side instead of her made her anger and depression intensify.

“… Do whatever you want. It’s annoying.”

“Sorry?”

“Just do whatever you want! I’ll study so don’t talk to me!”

An emotional outburst.

However, after about a minute,

“… No. just talk to me.”

Bluebell quickly changed her stance.

She was the type to be honest about her feelings and easily swayed by them.

Seeing this, Damian couldn’t help but smile.

Summer was coming to an end.