The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

The next morning.

I arrived at Nadia’s studio.

There was no one supposed to be in the room’s bed.

“Madam! Are you in there?”

Thud! Thud!

I knocked loudly on the studio door.

I was quite anxious at the moment.

‘Please be in the studio. Even if not in the studio, please don’t be in the basement. It’s not the right time yet.’

If Nadia were in the ‘basement’ right now and had gained ‘strength’.

As soon as I saw her face, I would kill her and escape from the mansion.

It would be sad and painful, but that would be the best way for me to redeem the villainess.

“Please! If you’re inside, open the door! Madam Nadia!”

– It’s noisy, Damian.

Click!

The door opened, revealing Nadia.

‘I didn’t want to kill her. Thank goodness.’

I sighed with relief and immediately scolded her.

“How many times have I told you! You must sleep in bed because the studio is cold and dangerous!”

“Sorry.”

“Short apologies won’t cut it!”

“Okay, sorry.”

Nadia’s lips subtly curled. She found it amusing that I was angry. 

It was just me who was sincere about saving the world.

I led Nadia into the studio.

“What on earth made you sleep in the studio?”

“I like the paintings. I kept looking at them and fell asleep.”

“What family picture did you draw this time to have made you so immersed ?”

… Huh?

The painting exhibited in the studio.

Why is it painted here?

I experienced my body freezing for a moment.

My whole body felt cold, and I got goosebumps.

‘Why is Nadia drawing portraits at this time…?’

Isn’t it too early?

My portrait painted on the canvas was exhibited in Nadia’s studio, which symbolized ‘the things she’s lacking.’

As someone who had read the novel, I knew exactly what that meant.

‘Ownership.’

The studio represented Nadia’s inner world.

If you want to know what she wants, just look at the exhibited paintings.

But.

My portrait was hanging there?

It meant Nadia wanted to possess me.

It was an emergency for me, who needed to leave to meet another villainess.

Nadia, who didn’t know anything about my struggling inner self, innocently asked, “Damian. Did I draw well?”

“Uh, yes. You drew well. I was surprised for a moment, thinking I was looking in a mirror.”

“Well, I’m glad you liked it. Good.”

Nadia replied bluntly.

Her responses were always clear in terms of like and dislike.

She didn’t thought a lot and made decisions quickly.

‘But still, she shouldn’t be too fond of me. After all, everyone portrayed in Nadia’s portraits ends up dead.’

I wanted to live. I didn’t want to die.

Let’s draw a line here.

I scratched my head with a somewhat awkward tone and said, “Still, it’s a bit overwhelming to have the Madam draw a portrait for me as a steward.”

“Do you dislike my portrait?”

“It’s not that I dislike it… It’s just I feel burdened. There’s no need for you to draw such luxurious portraits for a humble steward like me.”

“… That’s my decision.”

Nadia said in a chilly voice.

‘Oh no, I messed up out of confusion.’

Considering Nadia’s personality,

I shouldn’t have given such an ambiguous answer.

She had her own clear standards and didn’t care about others’ opinions except for the paintings.

That means in front of Nadia, who valued me highly…

“Do you think you’re lowly, Damian?”

I shouldn’t have belittled myself.

“Are you saying I’m wrong for not thinking of you as a lowly person?”

“Oh, no, that’s not what I meant.”

“Then, does it mean that being the steward of Verdium Mansion is lowly?”

“… No, I’m sorry.”

I should just shut up.

Recalling my past social life, I bowed my head.

Nadia maintained a cold tone and said, “Raise your head.”

“Yes.”

“Don’t think of yourself as lowly, Damian. I don’t consider you lowly just because you have no status.”

“Thank you.”

“So don’t refuse and accept my drawing of you. Got it?”

I didn’t want to.

Although the words ‘I refuse’ were on the tip of my tongue,

I nodded reluctantly.

“… Yes.”

“Good, then it’s settled.”

Nadia returned to her usual expressionless demeanor, as if her anger had subsided.

She still seemed like a child with her fluctuating emotions.

“What’s the schedule for today?”

“After breakfast, it’s reading time until lunch.”

“Okay, let’s go. My steward, Damian.”

My steward…

Upon hearing those words, I made a decision within myself.

‘Let’s quickly drive out Medeus and escape.’

There were still about two months left until the plan.

There was still a mountain of tasks to be done before he could be exhibited in Nadia’s art studio.

No, there was a mountain of villainesses.

***

The Verdium Family always ate the breakfast together.

It wqs to create a warm family atmosphere by exchanging morning greetings.

However, Nadia always had breakfast alone, unlike others.

“I’ll get up first, my lord.”

“Ahem, I’ll go first too.”

“Me too.”

Medeus’s family got up first and left their seats to attend to their duties.

Since Nadia’s food always came 30 minutes later than everyone else’s,

By the time Nadia started eating, the seats were empty.

…

Nadia was left alone at the huge dining table, and stuffed her food.

After breakfast time was over,

Nadia moved to the library to start reading books.

Unlike other children, she had no home tutor, so she had to read books without any lessons.

Since I, a fake genius who was only 12 years old in this world, couldn’t teach a class.

It didn’t make sense for a steward to teach classes, does it?

So, I read books with Nadia, trying to guide her in the best direction possible.

It could be seen as a kind of reading discussion forum.

“Damian, why do you think this man didn’t kill his wife?”

“There’s no need to kill just because someone made a mistake. There’s also a way called ‘forgiveness,’ Madam.”

“Are you saying adultery should be forgiven?”

“Some people can’t forgive, but at least this man did. Ultimately, everyone makes different choices. The best choice is not to kill someone.”

“… I will kill. It’s betrayal and a sin.”

If Nadia answered herself like this, the detour failed.

But it was okay.

This is detailed indoctrination, and that is overall indoctrination.

That means as long as Medeus was driven away, it would fine.

To do that…

“Hey, Nadia!”

It was easiest to use that little brat.

No matter how heartless a parent might be, if it was their own son, they definitely wouldn’t reveal a blind eye.

The son of Baron Medeus.

The little brat approached Nadia, who was quietly reading a book.

“You’re just reading books. Is that fun?”

“Show respect to the Head of the family.”

“What are you talking about! My mom who manages everything in Verdium is the Head of the family! You’re just called a that but you don’t do anything!”

Thump!

Nadia calmly closed her book on the desk.

Although Murphy was two years older than Nadia, their maturity levels were on different planes.

“Can you take responsibility for what you just said?”

“Huh, what responsibility can I have to someone as stupid as you?! My mom will take responsibility!”

However, it wasn’t always the mature one who wins. 

Because the malice of a child is in its raw state.

“Hehe- You can’t say anything to my mom. Since you have no mom or dad.”

Nadia closed her mouth and remained silent. 

She probably felt powerless inside.

There was nothing to argue against, and even if there were, it would only invite baseless criticism.

‘I really want to smack that little punk hard.’

But since I couldn’t do anything yet, I remained silent and held my ground.

‘As long as that brat is alive, I can drive Medeus out of the mansion.’

Let’s just endure until then. 

Nadia had endured every day.

Murphy seemed to lose interest in our silence and arrogantly sneered.

“Well, soon enough I’ll be the Head of the family. It’d be best for you both to keep quiet then, especially you, Nadia. You look prettier when you just shut up. Keep doing that.”

Indeed, that brat had been rotten from the start.

According to the novel, two years later, Murphy would sneak into Nadia’s room, who would have grown more beautiful like a doll as she ages. 

He probably thought he could overpower her if she seemed easy and powerless.

But on that day… 

“Aaaahhh!”

With the echoing screams of the maidservant, Murphy would lose his life at the hands of Nadia. 

From what I remember, his body would be likely split into two. 

This incident marked the beginning of Medeus’s deliberate torment of Nadia.

As a result, Nadia used her family’s power to forge her own path to become a villainess. 

Anyway. 

The bottom line was that Murphy, whom I must exploit, was like a seedling soaked in the blood of his parents, a dark and wicked character.

“Nobody’s reacting, it’s boring. You there, you’re the Head of the family’s servant.”

“Yes?”

Me? 

Suddenly, Murphy clenched his fist and said, “I’m bored, so let me hit you. You’re a servant, aren’t you? You should impress the future Head of the family, right?”

He said that while glancing at Nadia. 

Perhaps to show off his power in front of the woman he fancied. 

Rotten bastard. 

Damn. I want to reform him quickly and just beat him up.

But I can’t run away. 

I had too many lives depending on me, so it was hard to count. 

I stood still in front of Murphy, unable to do anything. 

“Just one punch for now!” 

Boom. 

Murphy’s fist flew towards my face. 

Perhaps due to his lack of experience, the attack landed on my right cheek, leaving the same mark as a wound on a glass pane. 

Sigh… It was just the punch of a 12-year-old boy, anyway. 

Nevertheless, since it would hurt if it landed, I closed my eyes to lessen the pain. 

However, Murphy’s fist didn’t reach my face. 

No, it didn’t.

“Ah, aaah!! My, my hand-!!”

“Nadia…? Madam…?”

It was because Nadia’s small hand was holding Murphy’s hand. 

And Murphy’s hand was being compressed into a grotesque shape. 

Blood flowed on the floor, and Murphy’s screams grew louder.

“Ah, aaargh!! M-my, my hand-!! P-please let go-!!”

“… Damian is my servant. Only I can touch him. And I am the Head of the family. Someone like you can never be Damian’s master.”

Don’t take what’s mine anymore. 

Once is enough. 

Nadia murmured with a chilling expression.

Murphy’s hand, of course…

Crack!!

“Ah, aaaah!!”

It was crushed like an ant, rendering his form unrecognizable. 

I couldn’t close my mouth at the sight.

‘The awakening of the family’s power is happening two years earlier than expected.’

It wouldn’t have a big impact on my plan. 

But I didn’t know how that variable would play out, and neither did the author, as it wasn’t written in the novel.

My head throbbed with pain.

“Damian.”

Nadia reached out her hand. It was stained with Murphy’s blood, but she didn’t have a hint of remorse, as if it were a natural action.

“Let’s go, give me your hand.”

“… Yes.”

With a firm grip, Nadia held my hand, and Murphy’s thick blood stained my hand too. She immediately led me through the corridor to the art studio.

It was somewhat fortunate that no one died.

“It’s fortunate that nobody died. No matter what happens, don’t kill anyone.”

“… Got it.”

It was fortunate that Murphy didn’t die. 

It was fortunate that Nadia didn’t commit murder. 

The moment she committed murder, she became irreversibly evil.

‘Becoming a villainess is so easy in this damned family…’

Her upbringing environment was a problem.

 But the blood thicker than water was also a problem.