The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 311-312

I had a dream.

A dream with him.

I dreamt of him smiling at me in a green meadow, sharing peaceful conversations.

How's the weather today?

What happened?

It was a dream of trivial conversations, but that dream felt so sweet.

So much so that I wished that time would last forever.

-Hahaha! Hurry up and follow me!

Mikhail smiled at the sight of Ricardo, who was grinning and beckoning to him.

Even though it was a dream.

Even though it was a dream that would all turn to dust, to have such a dream at the last moment made me happy...

-Rustle.

At the rustling sound in her ear, Mikhail's eyes slowly began to open.

"Are you awake?"

"Ahk...!"

"Don't move. I stopped the explosion, but I couldn't completely block the impact."

At the pain that felt like her body had shattered into pieces of glass, Mikhail let out a small groan. Unable to move her body carelessly due to the great pain in her legs, arms, and chest, Mikhail squeezed her sleepy eyes shut and laboriously opened them.

'Where... am I?'

It was dark all around.

The ceiling seemed to have come right up to her nose, and a space where two people could barely sit was drawn before Mikhail's eyes.

And.

Seeing the man smiling brightly in the dark space, her eyes widened.

It was Ricardo.

Ricardo, whom she thought was dead, was burying something in the ground, then smiling faintly and greeting her.

"Are you awake?"

"..."

"You weren't opening your eyes, so I thought you were dead. Miha... no, Misa-ssi."

Mikhail looked at Ricardo with an awkward expression.

"..."

It didn't feel real.

The sight before her eyes.

The stuffy smell of earth in her nose told her that this was reality, but at the sight of Ricardo, who was calmly looking at her and smiling, Mikhail couldn't come to her senses.

After all that had happened.

After he had suffered so much because of me, she couldn't understand Ricardo, who was smiling at her.

"Ah... uuh.."

Words didn't come out easily.

Scared of what to say. Of what to start the conversation with, Mikhail laboriously opened her lips and spoke to Ricardo.

The first words that came out were.

"Is this a dream?"

It would be these words.

Ricardo, at Mikhail's question, casually turned his back, then pulled her cheek once and smiled.

"It hurts, right?"

-Nod.

"Then it's not a dream."

-Nod.

Mikhail, who was blankly caressing the cheek Ricardo had pinched, nodded her head.

"It hurts."

"Did I pinch too hard?"

-Shakes head.

"No. It's just... my heart.. hurts."

Mikhail's eyes began to redden at the stinging feeling in her heart. The relief of him being alive and the gratitude for him being alive were hitting her heart like a tidal wave.

"Hic..."

Tears couldn't help but fall.

She was genuinely grateful.

"Hic... I'm sorry."

That he was alive.

"Why are you crying...!"

"I'm sorry. It's just that my tears won't stop..."

"No.. oh dear... that is."

Knowing that she shouldn't approach him, thinking that she had hurt him, but the desire to talk to him even just one more time was so...

"I'm really sorry."

She was sorry.

With what face could she talk to him?

With what words could she comfort him? Knowing it was impossible, Mikhail hated and was frustrated by her own cowardly heart moving.

She wanted to know about him.

She wanted to ask what kind of life he had lived.

Because she wanted to get to know him more.

"...I'm sorry."

She knew she was shameless.

But still.

Because she wanted to be greedy.

"I... I'm really sorry..."

"This is awkward."

"And... thank you so much for being alive..."

Mikhail, unable to control her emotions at this moment when the person she thought she would never lose again was in front of her, hugged Ricardo tightly.

"Hic... keuheup..."

"Why are you crying? I just barely came back alive."

"Keueoeoeong... hic.. hueeuu.."

Had a long time passed like that?

Mikhail, who had stopped crying, was able to find stability with difficulty at the touch of Ricardo's patting hand.

Ricardo wiped the tears from Mikhail's eyes and smiled faintly.

"Were you very surprised?"

"...Yes."

"Because you thought I was dead?"

-Nod. Nod.

"If I died from that, I wouldn't even be able to get the title of Sword Master. Look."

Ricardo pointed at his torn shirt with his hand and showed her the disappeared wound.

"It's gone, right?"

"Hic..."

"Why are you crying again!"

"The... the scars."

Mikhail pointed at Ricardo's scars with her finger and her eyes began to redden again.

"Hueeuu hueup..."

Ricardo made a troubled face and hurriedly covered his body.

"This is, well, an old wound. From living a rough life..."

"Because of me..."

"No, that's not it...! Wait, no. You're right."

"Right..."

"Ah.. ah-ah, that's not it."

At Ricardo's flustered appearance, Mikhail's face became even more sad. Because it felt like all the wounds were because of her. The thought that it might be true made her chest ache even more, and Mikhail dropped her head limply and rubbed her eyes.

"No, were you always like this?"

-Nod. Nod.

"The image you showed at the academy..."

"Hic.. the academy is... because I'm a man. I was trying to look strong."

"No... huh."

Ricardo let out a deep sigh and said to Mikhail.

"No, in the first place, why did you disguise yourself as a man? You could have lived proudly as a woman."

"That's... Ikuminhyuk knew me as a man, so I thought if he was alive, he might recognize me."

"Oh dear..."

Ricardo touched his throbbing forehead at the reality and muttered to himself. 'At this point, isn't the main character of the novel me, not Yuria?'. Muttering.

Ricardo, an extra in the novel who didn't even appear for a single line, tried to hide his flustered heart and said to Mikhail, who was dropping tears.

"Stop."

"...Hic. Sniffle..."

"Let's stop now."

"Hic... okay."

"Good. Now let's have a serious talk."

Ricardo looked up at the blocked sky and said to Mikhail.

"We're trapped."

"..."

"I stopped the explosion, but we've come down deeper than I thought, so it's difficult to dig our way out. I called my friend, but he's someone you know, Mikhail-ssi..."

"Hic..."

"Why are you crying again!"

"It's because of me..."

"No, you're right, but... still."

"Keuheoeoeong..."

"Why! Again!"

"My name..."

Mikhail, who had more tears than she thought, was pouring out tears as if the floodgates of her emotions, which she had held back for so long, had been opened.

"My name... is not Mikhail."

"Ah. Then Misa-ssi."

"Heehee... he called me Misa..."

"Why are you blushing?"

"...Heehee"

Ricardo let out a sigh at Mikhail's unaccustomed appearance and shook his head. Thinking that Mikhail's head must have been badly injured by the falling bricks.

"Hoo..."

At Mikhail's gesture of suddenly bringing her face right up to his, Ricardo was startled and stepped back.

"Wha... what are you doing?"

"I was going to see if you were hurt... sniffle."

"Didn't I show you?"

"Your heart might have been hurt."

"Pardon...?"

"...Yes."

What is this.

Ricardo frowned at Mikhail, who was spouting serious nonsense.

"Mikhail-ssi. No, Misa-ssi"

-Nod.

"By any chance, did a brick hit your head, or is Yung still alive... no, I just buried him, so that's not it... anyway, are you okay? Specifically, your mind..."

"Sniffle... pardon?"

"No, no.. don't start crying again. It's not because you're strange, it's because I'm not used to it."

"Am I very strange?"

"Yes."

"Then...!"

"Yes."

"Should I die...?"

At Mikhail's expression of wanting to commit seppuku with a serious face, Ricardo was startled and shook his head.

"Why is the conversation going in that direction!"

"Because I'm a burden. I thought it would be better to repay with my life."

"Haa... this is difficult. Really."

"...Should I die after all?"

"I said don't! And why are you suddenly using honorifics?"

"I'm usually good at using honorifics."

"Then why did you do that to me?"

"..."

Mikhail, unable to answer, smiled awkwardly and bowed her head.

"I see. I should die."

At the sight of Mikhail, who was staring at the tip of her sword with a serious expression, having taken Tyrfing at some point, Ricardo waved his hands again.

"Talk! Let's just talk first."

-Nod. Nod.

"I'm a little dizzy today because of all the surprising things. Honestly, I was worried about how I should look at your face, Mikhail-ssi... no, Misa-ssi."

"..."

"What if it's awkward..."

"Sniffle..."

"Stop!"

-...Nod

At Mikhail's unexpected reaction, Ricardo smiled awkwardly.

"Anyway, I'm sorry for surprising you."

"No... I'm more sorry."

-Grip...

"I know I have a lot to apologize for, but still... I really want to apologize for today's events."

"You'll have to keep apologizing."

"...I know."

Mikhail, who had only been making a sad face, hardened her expression at Ricardo's words and replied in a serious tone.

"I will continue. Until I die... I will continue until you don't push me away."

"..."

"The wounds I gave you... won't be easily erased."

Ricardo closed his eyes lightly at Mikhail's serious appearance and laboriously smiled. He didn't know how to resolve it, but for now, this was as far as he could go in this situation.

He couldn't just rashly question her.

He couldn't scold her for why she did it.

Ricardo thought it was best to stop the lecture at this point for now.

At Ricardo's silence, Mikhail carefully opened her mouth.

"I..."

"I?"

"Iku..minhyuk..."

"...Your pronunciation is still slurred. I've told you so many times, what are you going to do if you still can't say it?"

"...It's hard to pronounce."

"I.Min.Hyuk."

"Iikminhyuk?

"Sigh..."

Mikhail smiled faintly only after seeing Ricardo's sigh, which contained laughter. Because there was only one person in the world who would point out that pronunciation.

Mikhail looked at Ricardo with teary eyes.

"Hey, Iguguminhyuk."

"Call me Ricardo."

"Then Ricardo..."

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me...?"

Ricardo smiled without a word.

"You knew, didn't you? That I was Mikhail..."

"..."

"If you had told me, I wouldn't have hurt you. No... maybe because I'm a bad person, I wouldn't have changed..."

Ricardo cut off Mikhail's words. Because he didn't want to hear any more self-deprecating words.

He said to Mikhail in a calm voice.

"Because you looked good."

Ricardo lied to Mikhail. Because he knew she wouldn't believe him even if he told her about the transmigrator. The status window. It was also a taboo.

"You seemed to be living well enough, so I didn't approach you. Because you were living well without me, Misa-ssi."

"..."

"Just as you wanted to succeed with the name Mikhail, Misa-ssi, I wanted to succeed in my own way and approach you."

"...Still!"

"And then we drifted apart."

"..."

"And the resentment piled up."

Mikhail clenched her fists.

Because it was true that she had given him an irreversible wound.

A lot was left.

The resentment in each other's hearts.

Things to apologize for.

And their relationship.

There were still many stories to be resolved. There was no need to be impatient. What was important was that they had taken the first step.

She didn't think this resentment would be resolved at once, but if she could make even a small excuse.

"I..."

That alone was enough for Mikhail.

"I did terrible things to you."

"..."

"I trampled on the person you cherished."

"..."

"I ignored the path you were taking and ignored your advice. Maybe... no, I hated you, Ricardo."

"That part is something I also have a share in, so I understa..."

"No. It's because I'm a bad person. It's my fault."

Mikhail shook her head at Ricardo's words and pushed her own stubbornness. No matter what anyone said, this stubbornness was a weight she had to bear.

"So... I will keep apologizing. I'll become a better person and someday..."

The moment Mikhail's true feelings were about to come out.

-Rumble.

"Huh."

At the trembling vibration of the floor, Ricardo reached out his hand to protect Mikhail. Because the current Mikhail would have a hard time enduring this impact.

"Danger..."

-Squish.

"Hmm?"

'Young Lady? No, it's a little smaller than that...'

The lewd thought that came to his mind at the soft touch he momentarily felt disappeared at the moan coming from someone's mouth.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

He couldn't lift his head.

"Ahem...!"

In many ways, Mikhail seemed to have grown up well. I didn't mean that she had grown up well in an obscene way, but that she had grown up well both mentally and physically.

I swear on my conscience.

"Um..."

I could tell in the dark.

The fact that Mikhail's face had turned red like a ripe peach.

I glanced at Mikhail and said in a shy voice.

"Um... it must have been very difficult to hide."

"Ah..."

Mikhail, who had shyly nodded her head, carefully opened her mouth.

"I... wrapped it with a bandage."

"Ah... I see."

"It seems to have gotten bigger lately, so I'm wearing two bandages..."

"You don't have to be so specific."

"I was worried you might be curious..."

"..."

After a few minutes of awkward silence in the dark.

-Rumble...

A slight vibration began to sound from the ceiling. At the dust falling, Mikhail looked at me with trembling eyes and pouted.

"What do we do... the ceiling again."

"Shh."

"What...?"

"Just a moment."

Mikhail, who had squeezed her eyes shut, looked at me intently and blushed. I almost laughed at the sight of Mikhail's will to live burning brightly, but I didn't, thinking she would be embarrassed if I laughed.

I smiled slightly and said to Mikhail.

"I think my friend has arrived."

"Your friend?"

"Didn't I tell you? That I called a friend."

"How, when we're trapped..."

"There are ways."

I gave Mikhail a wink and said.

"Telepathy."

-Flutter flutter!

-...Thump!

Mikhail clutched her heart as if it hurt and blushed. The heart is the most important thing for a swordsman, and seeing Mikhail, who already seemed to have a problem, I thought of a medicine that was good for the body.

'I should send her some mandrake tea.'

About a minute after I gave Mikhail a message of hope, a loud noise and a loud shout were heard from the ceiling.

-Saint!!!

Mikhail looked up at the faint sound and muttered softly.

"Saint...?"

"..."

"He just said Saint!"

"...Ignore it."

Mikhail, with a huge question mark floating above her head in a bewildered expression, nodded heavily and looked up at the ceiling.

-Flutter...

With the falling pebbles, the faint light of dawn came in from the ceiling.

"It must be dawn already."

"...I guess so."

It's light.

As a fingernail-sized light gently entered her darkened vision, Mikhail reached out her hand and felt the warm warmth.

"It's warm."

"The rain must have stopped."

"That's a relief."

I smiled a little at the sound of digging getting closer, and under the gradually widening light, Mikhail looked at my face and smiled brightly.

"We can get out now!"

"Aren't you too happy? You must have not wanted to be alone with me."

"No... honestly, I thought it would be okay to stay a little longer...!"

"Saint!!!"

I gave a bitter smile at Hans's voice coming from above.

Now all we have to do is get out.

'Haaah...'

My heart wasn't so light because of one worry.

'Young Lady.'

I couldn't think of an excuse to tell the young lady. I had to explain why I was late for bath time... it was a headache.

Especially, the future was the problem.

Even if not today, the time would come when I would have to introduce Mikhail to the young lady, so I had to find a way to explain it as rationally as possible.

The problem between the young lady and Mikhail was a rather sensitive topic for me to intervene in.

The fact that Mikhail was a girl.

And the young lady who took the existence of Mikhail negatively. It was a relationship with too many things to cover up as a memory of the past.

If the young lady found out that Mikhail was a girl.

-...I'll kill her.

I was afraid she would be greatly hurt.

Honestly, even if the young lady saw Mikhail now, I didn't think any good words would come out. It's been almost three years since they were separated, and I still haven't been able to resolve the grudge between them.

I've only just managed to resolve it a little, but the young lady...

'Ugh... scary.'

Just imagining it was scary.

I looked up at the sky with a worried expression.

'Well, it'll work out somehow.'

As of now, I can't picture how to solve it. I put aside my complicated thoughts for a moment and smiled brightly at Mikhail under the faint light.

"My friend is here."

"..."

"Don't be surprised. It's a friend you know too, Misa-ssi."

"Yes."

"It may be a relationship with bad memories, but he's not such a bad person..."

-Gom?

"Huh?"

I raised a question mark at the familiar face of Gomtang peeking through the hole.

'Why are you here?'

-Gooooom!

And Mikhail.

"Ah... hello. I'm Ricardo's friend, Misa."

-Gomgom.

"You have a lot of fur. You seem to have a very gentle impression."

-Gom.

"Can I touch you?"

-Gomgom.

"Thank you."

"Misa-ssi, that friend is my pet."

"Aha..."

She mistook Gomtang for my friend. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

As Gomtang dug into the ground and made a hole for us to get out, Hans's voice was heard from the ceiling.

"Saint!"

A smile formed on my lips at the welcome voice. I had asked him to come quickly, but I didn't know he would come this quickly. Though I wish he would do something about the title 'Saint'.

But.

"..."

'Who is that person?'

I squinted my eyes and focused on the figure of a woman I could see slightly above the pit.

It would be troublesome if she was a heretic.

Sitting on a chair.

Nodding off.

And white hair.

'Hmm?'

Wait a minute...

Since Gomtang and Hans are here...

Surely not.

At the sudden ominous premonition, I looked up at the sky with trembling eyes and asked Hans.

"Hans-ssi."

"Sob... Saint, I was worried...! It's all my fault for not finishing things cleanly. Please kill me!!"

"Shh."

"Sob... sob... sob..."

"Hans-ssi."

"Yes? Saint."

"The person up there."

"Yes."

"Is that our young lady?"

"That's right."

"...?"

"I was trying to sneak out, but I got caught. The Saintess asked me to bring her along, so I did."

"Haaah..."

Mikhail was looking at Hans with trembling eyes. She probably hadn't heard that the young lady was here yet. Mikhail, who was only looking at Hans in surprise.

Mikhail, with trembling eyes, nodded her head with difficulty as if to say it was okay and muttered softly. 'Ricardo said it's okay, so it will be okay.' I glanced at Mikhail, who had a carefree expression, not knowing that a greater danger was above, and turned my head away.

-Staaaaare...

"Excuse me, Misa-ssi."

"Yes...?"

"Don't be surprised, and listen."

-Nod.

"What do you think it would be like if you saw our young lady?"

"Olivia?"

At the name Olivia, Mikhail, who had a reluctant expression, awkwardly lowered her head.

She still didn't have a clue how to treat Olivia. As someone who had hidden her gender to keep a secret and was forced to remember unforgettable memories, Mikhail still seemed to not know how to treat the young lady.

Mikhail, who had been asked the question, clenched her fists and said.

"I don't know."

I said to Mikhail in a low voice.

"Do you think you can resolve it well?"

"No."

"Then run away."

I swallowed hard at the sharp gaze I felt from behind Hans's back.

"The young lady is here."

Mikhail's expression stiffened.

We, who had come up from under the pit, stretched as we breathed in the fresh air.

"Haaaaah!!"

"We're alive..."

To think that the air could be this good, a small smile escaped my lips at the fresh air that was better than any tonic.

-Staaaaare...

But I couldn't dare to smile at the sharp gaze.

The young lady, flaring her nostrils, glared at Mikhail and said in a sulky voice.

"Who are you?"

Mikhail glanced at me once, took a deep breath, and answered the young lady. She probably thought it wasn't the time yet. Fortunately, the young lady didn't seem to have noticed.

"Ah... my name is Misa."

"Misa...?"

"Yes."

The young lady glared at Mikhail deeply, then gave a small nod and finished her inspection.

"Phew..."

I thought I was going to die.

The young lady, who was staring at Mikhail with flared nostrils, soon rolled the wheels of her Fer... no, Fer... no, Fexri No. 1 and came up to me and shouted.

"Ricardo!"

"Yes."

"Eeeeeeeeeek!"

"Haha... I'm sorry."

"Why did you have fun without me!"

"Is that what you're angry about?"

"Ung."

"Let's go deeper together next time."

"Okay."

The young lady's anger was instantly appeased.

The young lady looked at Mikhail and muttered softly to me.

"Ricardo, you know. That girl."

"Yes."

"Bring her to our mansion."

"What?"

"She's hurt."

The young lady said, glancing at Mikhail.

"Her condition is serious."

"You were a doctor."

"Ung. She'll faint in 3 seconds?"

"Is that so?"

"Ung. I have a feeling."

I was grateful for the young lady's consideration in showing kindness in many ways, but still, bringing Mikhail to our mansion...

-Thud.

"Hmm?"

The young lady shrugged her shoulders as she looked at the fallen Mikhail.

"See? I told you her condition was serious."

"Wow."

"Her mana is all gone, and her legs and arms are fractured. Her ribs are probably broken too."

"I kicked her once..."

"Did she pick a fight with you first?"

"Yes."

"Then you did well."

The young lady, who had nodded with a satisfied smile, glanced at me and asked.

"You know, Ricardo."

"Yes."

"Is she Ricardo's friend?"

"Ah... for now, yes."

"Hmm... is that so?"

The young lady looked at Mikhail with cold eyes and muttered softly.

"I'll see for now."

-Blink.

Mikhail, who had woken up in an unfamiliar bedroom, frowned at the throbbing pain.

The effect of the medicine that made her hair long was 'about 7 hours.' Thinking she still had time, Mikhail clenched her fists.

And then.

"You're awake?"

At the sight of the familiar woman looking down at her with a cold voice, Mikhail's heart pounded.

Olivia.

Olivia, with her white hair, was sitting on a chair, looking down at Mikhail.

Olivia said to Mikhail, who had woken up, without a moment's hesitation.

"Hi."

"..."

"It's been a while, hasn't it?"

Olivia's expression was colder than ever.

"You know me, right?"

"..."

"I think I know you."