The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 248: A powerful master (2)
She used to be quite the fighter back in the day. Called a "crazy girl" in the slums, the young lady had fists like fire. Of course, her combat prowess was boosted by having guards with her, but even so, underestimating the young lady's fighting abilities, especially when she looked like a child, was a mistake.
I had once fought her seriously, so I suppressed the smile that was creeping up, silently wishing the kids good luck.
The young lady clenched her fists, trembling slightly, and spoke to the boy.
"Eeeek... Give me back my ice cream."
"Give it back? Hahaha!"
"Stop laughing and return it. Unless you want to end up in a coffin."
"Pfft! Do you even know who my dad is?"
"And do you know who my butler is?"
Realizing she might lose in a contest of "whose dad is more important," the young lady turned to me with a look of intense resolve, signaling that she was ready to unleash her wrath and that I should not hold back, even against children.
The young lady looked at the boy with a menacing glare ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) and spoke harshly.
"Ricardo hits kids too, you know. He doesn't go easy just because you're young."
"Young lady?"
"Mm."
"Am I really that bad of a person?"
"Aren’t you?"
"No."
The young lady nodded thoughtfully.
"He doesn’t hit kids then."
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"No, I do hit them."
"Then what should I say?"
The young lady, blatantly discussing the matter with me, sniffled and asked.
"Say I’m moderately bad."
"Mm."
The young lady nodded, pointed at the children, and declared,
"He's moderately bad."
"So what?"
"Huh...!"
"Your butler's just a commoner, right?"
"...Damn it. Ricardo, bite him!"
"If I tell my dad, you and your butler will both be dead!"
I shook my head, intrigued by the boldness of the child's threats. I was curious to see just how deep this kid would dig his own grave.
Beating him up could wait.
For now, it was essential to let this child gain some valuable experience and understand the consequences of his actions. I quietly waited for the expert to step in.
The young lady, growing increasingly angry, lowered her head and shouted,
"Eeeek... I..."
"I?"
"I... I..."
"Pfft! Are you trying to apologize? It’s too late for that! Crawl under my feet and beg for mercy—"
"You're just a fatherless brat acting tough!"
Now that was classic villainess behavior.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I gave the young lady a thumbs-up, overwhelmed with pride.
