The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 232: The Villainess Tea Party (6)
Drunkenness creates the courage to speak.
Sometimes, that courage becomes the key to unlocking the pent-up emotions in one’s heart, and sometimes it becomes a calamity that brings anger.
Hana’s words contained two elements.
The key to unlocking the heart that couldn’t be shared with others, and the bullet of a remark that could hurt Yuria’s feelings.
Yuria, who heard Hana’s words, bit her lip and maintained her silence.
-‘I’m not that kind, either.’
‘...’
Yuria could fully understand Hana’s intention. Even if she was a foolish person who lacked intuition, it wasn’t that much.
Yuria understood the meaning of ‘If it’s a fake heart, then it’s better to erase it.’ Hana’s words were kindly explaining that.
Yuria had a lot she wanted to say.
Now that she was no longer fake, she wanted to say that she wasn’t like that anymore, but Hana, who was drunk, continued to speak sincerely to Yuria.
“I’m not as kind as the butler. Maybe it’s because I’m a foolish woman, but if I think I’m a hindrance, I’ll cut off my emotions.”
Like Ruin sunbae.
Hana mumbled the last words and gazed directly at Yuria’s face.
“I know my words are excessive, but I had to say this to sunbae at least.”
“...”
“I liked the butler first.”
Hana looked at Yuria, who was frozen like ice, and spoke directly. There was an order to things.
“I don’t know what kind of existence the butler is to sunbae.”
“...”
“It’s similar yet different. I know it’s a complicated relationship. So I don’t know what sunbae’s heart is like.”
Hana shrugged and spoke about her situation. She was just a coward who couldn’t confess her love, talking like this.
“The manager is a fool, anyway.”
Yuria knew that too.
How foolish Ricardo was.
And Yuria could understand why Hanna would bring up such a question.
After all, she had only shown her negative side so far. Whenever Ricardo’s story poplat up, she would avoid the topic and change the subject, which must have seemed like a negative attitude to Hanna.
Hanna turned to Yuria and said,
“I also know what happened with the senior. I heard about it at the academy, what the manager said to the senior and what happened.”
But.
-Clang!
-Ricardo’s special one-set dinner, seafood pancake complete.
“I have no choice but to take the manager’s side. If the senior still has bad feelings towards the manager, I’ll have to hate the senior too.”
“I want to be a good person to the manager, who has no one on their side... It may be arrogant, but I wanted to say it.”
Hanna knew her words might come across as aggressive to Yuria. She knew that taking Ricardo’s side would be difficult for Yuria to accept, given their complicated relationship.
Hanna finally managed to say what was on her mind and let out a gentle sigh, emptying her glass.
Yuria, who had been quietly listening to Hanna, let out a heavy sigh and asked,
“Why do you like Ricardo?”
Hanna smiled faintly in response to Yuria’s fundamental question.
“Why?”
“Because he was the one who lifted me up when I was struggling to death... Maybe he was the one who became the light in my life, which was about to wither away like a flower. That’s why I like him.”
Hanna thought back to that difficult time and gripped her glass tightly.
“He’s the one who gave light to my life, which was about to be forgotten in the darkness, so I like him.”
Yuria knew that too.
Although she had only heard a brief story, she knew that Yuria would naturally hate and dislike Ricardo. If she were in Yuria’s shoes, she wouldn’t be able to easily forgive and like him either.
But.
“He was the first person to tell me I was useful.”
Really.
“He was the one who extended a helping hand to me, who was looking down on myself, and gave me a miracle. I know it sounds selfish, but...”
Hanna said, using her intoxication as an excuse.
“I really like the manager.”
Yuria, who was clenching her fist, bowed her head and spoke to Hanna in a trembling voice.
“Is that all?”
In response to Yuria’s question, Hanna laughed brightly.
“No.”
“...”
“I like the manager because he’s handsome. He’s more handsome and kind than any other man in the world, so I like him. Is that too shallow?”
Yuria nodded lightly.
She could understand Hanna’s simple but clear reason, so she could nod. She had also fallen for Ricardo’s charms and liked him.
So, she could answer without fear of Hanna’s warning. All misunderstandings were cleared up, and even if they weren’t, Yuria couldn’t give up on that man, just like Hanna.
Even if the misunderstanding wasn’t cleared up.
Maybe she had liked Ricardo, so Yuria said «N.o.v.e.l.i.g.h.t» with confidence.
“I asked you. How do you think about Ricardo?”
Yuria said, looking at Ricardo, who was carrying a full tray of dishes between the tables.
-“Woo-hoo! Ricardo’s special two-set hot dog meal is here!”
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-“Hee-hee! The hot dog is longer than my arm!”
-“I’ve tried my best.”
-“Wow!”
“I’m the same as you.”
She had liked the stupid and hurtful person, and realizing that the hurt was for her own good made her like him even more. Moreover, she couldn’t give up this feeling because Ricardo was more handsome than anyone else.
“I also like Ricardo. I like him so much that all the other guys look like squids to me.”
“What’s with that...?”
“You’re just like me, someone who’s been captivated by Ricardo.”
Yuria smiled and looked at Ricardo, who was bringing the dishes.
“Are you too much?”
“Pfft...”
Ricardo, who had suddenly appeared, put the dishes on Yuria and Hannah’s table, expressing concern about how much they were drinking, and smiled.
Yuria made a silent “oh” shape with her mouth, looking at Hannah.
“This is why I can’t help but like him.”
*
At that moment, Chartia, who was sitting alone at the banquet, unable to fit in, was sipping her drink in the corner.
-“Gom.”
“Don’t drink that.”
-“Goom.”
It was awkward that her opponent was a bear, but Chartia was enjoying herself, laughing and having a good time, facing the bear-tang drink.
She liked this ordinary life.
It wasn’t that she didn’t have close friends; she just preferred being alone and went to places without people. She definitely didn’t come here because of the bear-tang drink. She didn’t think the smelly beast was cute at all.
“Chartia-nim, here’s the dish...”
“Kkyeo!”
Ricardo, who had brought the dish, sat on the floor, drinking with the princess, and raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing sitting on the floor? There are so many tables.”
“Ah... that’s...”
The princess, sitting on the floor, stuck her bottom to the floor and glanced at the bear-tang drink’s gaze, biting her lip. It was strange for the empire’s princess to show such an unrefined appearance.
“I should get up.”
“I should maintain my dignity as a princess and be elegant.”
-“Goom.”
Chartia, who couldn’t escape the creature in front of her, thought for a while, then let out a deep sigh and took her hand off the floor.
“I just was.”
Ricardo smiled and placed the food in front of Gomtang, who was sitting across from Chartia. He gave a small smile.
“Isn’t Gomtang cute?”
“...”
“Our Gomtang likes to put its hands in its mouth. If it goes too deep, it might get eaten, but it likes it because it’s like meat.”
-Goom!
Ricardo sat down in front of Gomtang and reached out his hand. Gomtang naturally sniffed Ricardo’s hand and started licking it, making a growling sound.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
“Yeah. It’s not bleeding or anything.”
“Gomtang isn’t that stupid.”
Chartia, who was smiling brightly, buried her face between her knees and smiled.
“It’s cute.”
Chartia loved this peaceful daily life.
She felt that this was the first place where she could laugh without worrying, unlike the palace where she was ignored and belittled as a powerless and incompetent princess.
*
The day everyone left.
As they watched people getting into their carriages after the tea party, the young lady had a disappointed expression.
“I couldn’t even have a pillow fight.”
“You can do it next time.”
The young lady was disappointed that she couldn’t have a pillow fight because she was drunk. She had practiced her swing before the tea party, but couldn’t show it off, and she waved her hand with a sad expression.
“Goodbye.”
Leaving behind a sense of regret, we ended the tea party on a good note and said our farewells.
“Thank you for having us.”
“It was fun. Please invite us again next time.”
“This kind of tea party is great too.”
“Gomtang...”
-Gom
“...”
I looked at Chartia, who had tears welling up in her eyes, and asked.
“Are you okay?”
“No... not really!”
“Come whenever you’re bored.”
I smiled kindly at Chartia and said.
“I’ll take care of you for 10 gold per hour.”
And so, the young lady’s first tea party ended successfully, with Gomtang as her wallet manager.
