The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 241: Back to Original Form (5)

'What do you think?'

Mikhail's eyes were staring at me. With a look on his face as he waited for the truth, Mikhail added one more clause and said to me:

"Tell me from the heart."

"..."

"Honestly, without lies."

Seriously.

'I don't know.'

He couldn't guess what answer Mikhail wanted to hear. I had no way of knowing if I wanted to hear good words or cold words.

Two answers come to mind.

One reminded me of the negative sincerity of the Academy Won Han and the other was the main sadness of the past.

I emptied my glass and avoided answering. I didn't think I'd get a good word out there. I didn't want to water the good mood.

"Why do you ask that?"

I knocked on the desk and asked Mikhail. Why do you bother to ask such a thing?

To be honest, I couldn't sympathize with someone who wanted to learn a sword from me to say something that was shameful.

Normally, people would ask me what I think of myself.

"Today's date has nothing to do with Mikhail, so I don't know why you're suddenly asking about Mikhail."

"..."

"It hurts a little bit. I worked hard to go on a date. I've opened my wallet a lot..."

"It's not like that. I'm just curious."

"Hmmm..."

I let out a deep sigh and nodded to her. He said he wanted to hear it, so I thought I'd let him know.

Be honest.

And he told her with a little falsehood that she could understand.

"Unrequited love."

"What... Love?"

"Unrequited love. It's a love that only likes one person."

Mikhail furrowed his brow and thrust his head closer. He tilted his head to see if he had heard it correctly, and his expression was full of questions.

I waved my hand at Mikhail, clearing up the misunderstanding. I thought that the word "unrequited love" in Iran was misleading enough even if I said it.

"I'm not saying I really like it. I think it's fair to say that it's love-hate."

"... Love and hate?"

"As a classmate of the Academy, I think Mikhail is cool and great, but Mikhail and I have very different ideas."

"..."

"I'm a person who shouldn't suffer losses even if others suffer, and Mikhail is willing to suffer losses and achieve justice at all costs."

"It's the right thing to do."

I nodded in the affirmative as she spit out the rumination.

"That's true."

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"There's a degree."

Mikhail clenched his fists and looked at me intently. I don't know if it was the rising of the liquor, or if my answer was shaking Mikhail's backstabbing, but Mikhail looked at me and questioned me once more.

"What's the degree?"

"What?"

"Which one is the right one?"

"..."

"You told me, didn't you? Have you heard anything about you at the Academy?"

"..."

"Yes, I heard that. I listened to it in great detail."

"What did you hear?"

I turned to Mikhail and asked him in a low voice. I knew what he was hearing and what he was thinking.

"You...!"

"Yes."

Mikhail's lips comma at my gaze. Holding a breath, once in the brief silence and once in the anger that rose from within, he cautiously opened his mouth and spoke to me.

"You were a bastard in the Academy."

"..."

"Smashing all the pieces in the academy, assaulting the students... I've heard that you've created bullying."

"That's true."

"What?"

"Can you tell me more?"

Mikhail bit his lip and paused at the brazen request for more gossip. A shudder was rising between Mikhail's clenched cups.

I nodded to Mikhail. It was inexcusable. If I was asked to name the victim, I would have been stuttering, but I could say enough.

But.

"Secret Girl."

I had my own way.

"What do you think of justice as Secret Girl?"

"..."

"To be good at a loss?"

"..."

"Forgiving the wicked?"

"..."

"Maybe it's the right thing to do, but the villain has a story. Mikhail, especially, has always had strict standards for me."

"That's because you haven't changed...."

"That's right. They hated me because I'm not someone who can change easily."

I let out a short breath and questioned her again. How do you want to live defending Mikhail?

"Then Mr. Secret Girl, like Mikhail, wants to forgive her won and live a life of betrayal. Do you want to be as selfish as I am?"

"I wasn't betrayed. They've all changed, they've all changed, they've been renewed, and they've been good."

"Hmm... But why am I betrayed every time? I was stabbed by someone who did me a favor at the academy and I was disciplined for being involved in something I didn't do."

"..."

"As good as Mikhail, I think I've done a favor, but if I don't get anything in return, then I'm not just."

Mikhail pursed his lips.

I smiled a little at Mikhail, reminding him of the atmosphere that had sunk in. I didn't say this to fight.

"I'm doing this because I don't want to be like a hukou. It ticks like a hedgehog and bites like a mad dog. I'm not saying Mikhail is bad."

"... You're the one who's at fault."

"That's right."

I nodded lightly and affirmed Mikhail's interrogation.

"It's my fault."

By the way.

"There are people who are sad and cry because of me, but there are people who laugh because of me somewhere, so I think it's justice in its own way. It's like my young lady has become a person."

"It's selfish."

"I know. That's why I was kicked out of the academy."

I gave a small smile and reminded the air of the sink.

"I think it's because I came from humble origins."

"From humble origins?"

"Yes."

I smiled a little and looked at Mikhail.

"I was pretty good-looking, but it was a life full of twists and turns. He was from that slum."

Mikhail's eyes widened at the word "slums" and he clenched his fists like a child who wanted to ask a question.

Mikhail looked at me and said in a voice full of emotion.

"I'm from a slum."

I smiled a little and replied to her with a lot of secrets.

"It's a secret."

"... Well, then."

Mikhail pursed his lips and said to me in a trembling voice:

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"Do you know someone named Lee Min Hyuk?"

"..."

[Restrictions are at stake.]

I smiled bitterly and shook my head at Mikhail.

"I don't know."

"... So no matter how long you've been alive."

"It's a secret. I'm a man of many secrets."

I gulped down my glass and said something a little honest. The sake tasted good, the snacks were good, and I had a long memory in front of me. It was a bonus to have a pretty face.

"You asked me what I thought of Mikhail?"

"..."

"It's the same with the Secret Girl."

I think he's a good person.

"I don't hate it."

*

Mikhail was walking down the street with his head down.

1. Show Ricardo your true self. (1/1)

2. Go on a date with Ricardo. (1/1)

3. Listen to Ricardo's sincerity. (0/1)

There was no income.

Dressed in a white won and walking down the street, Mikhail walked helplessly towards the alleyways where his school uniform was hidden.

'Sincerely.'

Didn't hear it.

He thought Ricardo meant what he thought ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) of him, but when he realized that his answer was wrong, he clenched his fist.

'I tried not to laugh.'

She thought it was enough to show her true self in front of a man she didn't like, but as she walked down the street with Ricardo, she smiled.

Like someone who knew his bucket list, Ricardo gave him the gift of something he wouldn't normally do.

He wasn't the kind of person who laughed that much, but he hated himself for laughing so hard today.

[Ricardo's favorability of 'Mikhail' : 71 > 80]

└3 hours left until the time remaining.

"I can't give up like this."

Mikhail clenched his fists and swallowed his anger beneath the dark alleyway.

'I don't think I'll have a chance anymore.'

Missed opportunities don't come back easily. Walking through the dark alleys, Mikhail slowly began to disappear into the desert.

And when you arrive at an alleyway where you don't feel the human presence.

"Kid."

The unforgettable voice of a man came in the darkness.

Goosebumps began to form on Mikhail's back.

I heard the voice of the man I hated the most, who I wanted to cut off from the world right now.

Mikhail stiffened and slowly turned his head.

And I look at the man in front of meSaw.

I don't have one arm.

A man with a scar in his eye and a cool smile.

Archbishop of Oblivion.

Jung,

he crept out of the darkness and gave a small bow to Mikhail's shoulder.

"We still have a story to tell."

Mikhail quickly put his hand on his hip. He gritted his teeth as his hand caressed the air.

'No, I don't.'

There is no sword.

Realizing belatedly that he had come without a sword to deceive Ricardo, Mikhail gritted his teeth and swallowed his anger.

Jung pulled out a dagger in his bosom and slowly approached Mikhail.

And.

-Hooked.

It pierced Mikhail's abdomen without resistance.

Blood flows.

I envision a future where unbearable pain will be felt on my shoulders.

Slowly, Mikhail's eyes are about to close. I woke up with a 'ding' alarm.

"I was 'worried' because I was alone, but I've come to the right place."

- The quest has been completed.

Ricardo's voice woke him from the nightmare.

"I was worried."