The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 313-314

Olivia's cold gaze was directed at Mikhail.

Erasing the peaceful gaze she had felt on the ground, Olivia, looking at Mikhail with cold eyes, opened her lips with a heavy voice.

"A distinguished guest has arrived."

"..."

"Someone whose face is hard to see has come to this humble place, I don't know what to do..."

Mikhail swallowed dryly. Olivia in front of him was the coldest he had ever seen.

"Isn't that right?"

Olivia, looking down at him with an expression that seemed ready to tear him to shreds, smiled faintly at the silent Mikhail and asked again.

"I think I know you, but you don't seem to know me."

"You have the wrong person."

"Heehee..."

Olivia looked around and said.

"Speak comfortably. No one will come in."

"..."

"Ricardo has gone to cook, and in this room, it's just you and me."

"You seem to be seriously mistaken..."

Olivia cut off Mikhail's words and muttered to herself.

"I have so many questions, what should I ask first?"

Stabbing an apple on the small table with a fork, Olivia bit into it with a crunch.

"Then I should probably hear your introduction first."

"..."

"I'll ask you one more time."

Olivia, flicking the fork in her hand, smiled with her eyes. Was it just his imagination that there was a hint of killing intent in her small eye smile? Swallowing hard, Mikhail kept his mouth shut at Olivia's question.

Because he couldn't be sure yet.

He had no intention of giving up his bones to a question asked out of mere speculation. If Olivia's question was just a hunch, he had to be even more careful with his answer. He wanted to avoid a situation where 'a thief gives himself away'.

But.

Olivia easily surpassed Mikhail's expectations. As if she knew everything. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"You know me, right?"

He couldn't breathe.

His breath was caught in his throat at the force of Olivia's cold gaze.

Olivia smiled and reassured Mikhail. Why was he so scared?

"You don't have to hide it like that."

"...Pardon?"

"Because even if you don't know, I do."

"..."

"How long have I been chasing you... you don't think I'd know?"

Mikhail was certain.

He had been found out.

He could tell from Olivia's eyes, which were asking with certainty. The woman in front of him had seen right through his identity.

Inestimable anger and disgust.

Olivia's expression, speaking with a voice filled with complex emotions, seemed to contain a threat, as if to say, 'Run if you want, but I won't be responsible for the consequences'.

"Did you really think I wouldn't know?"

"..."

"Why? Did you think I wouldn't notice? There are so few silver-haired people in the world... And you can't fool my eyes."

Olivia's purple eyes shone with a sinister light.

"Now... I'll ask you again."

"..."

"What's your name?"

Mikhail opened his trembling lips and said to Olivia.

"Mi...sa."

"Misa?"

-Nod.

"Pfft..."

Olivia trembled her shoulders slightly and covered her mouth with her hand. And muttering 'how interesting,' she slowly looked Mikhail up and down.

Tapping the fork with her fingertips, Olivia closed her eyes slightly and said.

"Alright, let's go with that for today."

"..."

"If that's what you want to be called, then that's what you'll be called. Isn't that right?"

"Thank you."

"Huh? Why are you thanking me?"

Olivia leaned forward and looked straight into Mikhail's eyes and said.

"Not yet."

"Huh?"

"I said not yet. I'm just playing along with your role-playing for now. It doesn't mean I'm not going to ask you anything."

"..."

"I have a mountain of questions, so what are you thankful for?"

At Olivia's cold voice, Mikhail flinched his shoulders. It felt like he would be sucked into those eyes. Anger. It wasn't such a light emotion. He felt a fear as if he were looking into an abyss.

Olivia said to Mikhail, who had introduced himself as Misa.

"Was it fun?"

"..."

"Don't pretend you don't know."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're going to push it to the end?"

"..."

"Alright, go ahead. But if you keep running away, it won't be fun for you either."

"I really don't know what you're talking ab..."

"There are many ways to find out. It would be troublesome to hear it from Ricardo's mouth instead of yours, but I can find out somehow."

Olivia asked Mikhail, who was looking at her with trembling eyes, once more.

Like a villainess from a novel.

"Is it fun to play with people's hearts?"

"...No."

When the expected answer came, Olivia smiled faintly.

"Alright."

"..."

"So that's how it was. You didn't intend to."

-Nod.

At Mikhail's silent nod, Olivia nodded her head slightly and said to Mikhail.

"So it was like that from the beginning?"

"..."

"Not that your gender was changed by magic, but you were a woman from the beginning."

Mikhail nodded his head heavily.

Mikhail thought.

If he spoke strongly because Olivia had done something wrong, he could gain the upper hand in this relationship, but he shouldn't do that.

"This is really... fucked up."

Because if he said the wrong thing to Olivia now, he felt like he would be sucked into the abyss.

Olivia, who had muttered a harsh word in a small voice, swept her hair up and asked.

"Then Ricardo...?"

"Ricardo...?"

"Did he know you were a woman?"

"No. He probably found out recently."

"That's a relief."

Olivia nodded her head heavily and closed her eyes.

"Honestly, I'm not thinking straight right now."

"..."

"The man I liked turned out to be a woman... and when I think that what I did was a foolish act, I feel like my head is going to explode..."

"I'm sorr..."

"Shut up. You don't know how embarrassed I am right now, so don't say anything."

Olivia, who had barely regained her composure after a long silence, let out a deep sigh.

"You know, at first, I was going to apologize when you showed up again. Because I did something wrong."

"..."

"As time passed, I realized. How much of a bad bitch I was. As time passed, my head started to clear up, you know, why Ricardo tried to stop me so much."

"..."

"But I was still angry, why did you ignore me like that. I wanted to ask if you didn't have to be so cold."

"..."

"Honestly, I didn't understand you. I thought it didn't make sense for you to reject me."

"..."

"I admit it. My personality is a bit weird. But to be rejected... it really made me stubborn. But... fuck."

'Crunch' Olivia put another piece of apple in her mouth and sighed again.

"Now I get it."

"I understand why you did that."

"You must have been really dumbfounded too. How shitty would it be if some crazy bitch was going crazy saying she liked you. Isn't that right?"

Olivia's hand slowly approached Mikhail's neck as he lay down.

"Ha..."

Olivia, who was about to grab his neck but grabbed his collar instead, looked at Mikhail with a trembling hand and said.

"Was it fun?"

"..."

"You must have been going crazy with how much fun it was, right?"

"...Let go."

"Why?"

Olivia's trembling eyes were glaring at Mikhail's eyes as if to kill him.

"If you had told me earlier, this wouldn't have happened."

"..."

"If it wasn't for you, Ricardo wouldn't have had to go through that."

At the sound of the name 'Ricardo', Mikhail's eyes trembled greatly. He didn't know that someone else would be involved in what he thought was a problem between her and himself.

"What do you mean, Ricardo?"

"You don't need to know."

"What are you talking about?"

"Shut up. I don't want to tell a bitch in a mask. You just shut up and listen to me."

"...Tell me."

"Hey..."

Olivia smiled a bitter smile.

"I'm holding back a lot right now."

"..."

"If I had my way, I'd tear you to shreds."

"..."

"A story? What the hell is that. I don't listen to that kind of thing."

"Tell me."

"I said shut up. Honestly, if it wasn't for Ricardo, I would have killed someone like you."

"..."

Olivia, filled with anger, said.

"I'm holding back."

"..."

"Because Ricardo would hate it."

"..."

"If it were the old me, I wouldn't have even said this, so for now, just nod your head."

Mikhail closed his eyes tightly at Olivia's words. Because he had been completely caught.

Olivia looked at the silently nodding Mikhail and gritted her teeth. She knew that if she talked any more here, no good words would come out of her mouth.

She needed to be calm.

Anger was boiling, but since she had also done something wrong, she still needed a start to more clearly settle this debt to each other.

So.

Olivia suppressed her rising anger and said.

"If you're going to apologize, do it properly and come find me."

"..."

"In the form I knew you... with that distinguished name, come find me properly and talk."

"No. I've already thrown that name aw..."

"Who says?"

Olivia, who had grabbed Mikhail's collar violently, looked straight into Mikhail's eyes.

"Who says you can throw that name away?"

"..."

"I don't acknowledge running away."

The moment a negative answer was about to come out of Mikhail's cold mouth.

-Knock. Knock. Knock.

-Young Lady. It's the most handsome butler in the world. May I come in?

Ricardo's voice was heard along with the knocking sound.

Olivia roughly let go of Mikhail's collar and said to the empty air.

"You can turn it off now."

-Nod.

Hans, who had been hired without Ricardo's knowledge, erased the silence magic at Olivia's command.

Olivia, feeling the disappearing magic, said to Mikhail.

"Come find me properly."

"..."

"Then I'll apologize properly too."

Olivia, who had whispered quietly in Mikhail's ear, closed her eyes tightly and then said in a calm voice towards the other side of the door.

"Come in."

-Creeeak!

"Hmm..."

Ricardo, who had entered the room, was holding a tray full of refreshments and made an awkward expression.

"Did you fight?"

"No."

"Then why is the atmosphere so bad? If you're going to fight, you should include me too. I'm disappointed."

"If Ricardo gets involved, you'll die."

"...That's scary. Then I'll make a strategic retreat."

Ricardo was afraid of Olivia.

Mikhail thought.

That he had to apologize for his mistake.

Only then.

"Haa..."

He thought he could take the first step.

'I know.'

Olivia, sitting in front of the window, clenched her fists as she watched Mikhail's retreating back walking out of the mansion.

-Squeeze.

'I know.'

Her poor personality.

The worst villainess in the world.

Olivia knew that she had no right to say bad things to Mikhail. Because she realized how bad it was to force feelings of affection.

Ricardo had said so. That no matter how cruelly Mikhail had treated her, the Young Lady was the one who was wrong.

At first, she denied it, but as time passed, her strong stubbornness broke down, and she realized that she was wrong.

Too late.

Could she change overnight after living so arrogantly in the world? It was impossible.

But she had tried to be brave.

Because she hadn't done anything well.

As Olivia, not Ricardo, there was nothing she could assert to Mikhail.

So she had thought of apologizing if she ever met Mikhail again.

'I'm sorry I tormented you all this time.'

'I haven't apologized to others, but I wanted to apologize to you first,' she wanted to say.

Because that was the right thing to do.

Between the perpetrator and the victim, the 'victim' should be the one in the dominant position, so she had tried to swallow her trivial pride and bow her head.

-Squeeeeeze...

There were many people she needed to apologize to...

Yuria.

Mikhail.

The young ladies I tormented.

There were so many people to apologize to that she couldn't count them on her ten fingers, and many things to ask for forgiveness for.

That's why she had decided to change her mind and even practiced when she was alone. Because she knew better than anyone how difficult it was to break her stubbornness.

-I... I'm sorry... I was bad to you...

-Knock knock knock.

-Heek!

Her body wouldn't follow to give an apology that wouldn't stick to her lips, and she struggled, feeling embarrassed.

She had tried her best.

She had desperately struggled in her own way to seize the opportunity that would someday come.

Yes... she had struggled.

'...'

Why am I so angry?

Her feelings for Mikhail had long since disappeared... Ricardo had wanted to ask me. If I still liked Mikhail.

-Young Lady, do you still...

-Ung?

-Never mind. Please have some chocolate.

-Ungnya.

The answer was already decided.

That she didn't like him.

The time she had chased him at the academy.

The tragedies of losing her leg and breaking down.

And after seeing the countless tragedies that the blue window had shown her, she had found the answer, so those feelings had long since disappeared.

Rather than saying, 'I don't like him anymore,' it would be more accurate to say, 'I didn't truly know love.'

It seemed she had misunderstood the emotion of love until now.

The feelings she had felt while looking at Mikhail until now seemed closer to 'possessiveness' than love.

Because it was the first time she had seen something so beautiful in her life.

Something sparkling and pretty.

She was gradually realizing that wanting to possess something wasn't love, so in fact, it had been wrong from the start.

That's why she was even angrier.

The jewel she had been attached to, reminiscing about, and even coveted to the point of losing a leg, turned out to be nothing.

'...'

When she first saw him, she recognized him immediately. The fact that the woman was Mikhail.

She sighed in disbelief.

She was so angry that her head hurt.

Her heart was telling her that this was the chance to apologize, but the rising anger had blocked her mouth.

That's why she had said bad things when she was alone with Mikhail.

'Haaah...'

Even though she knew she shouldn't, she grabbed his collar and poured out harsh words. How bewildered Mikhail must have been. I was the one who was wrong.

'Even I think... I'm too selfish.'

She knew.

That she had no right to do this.

Making Ricardo hurt.

Imprinting terrible memories on Mikhail. It all stemmed from 'me'.

Even though she knew she had no right, she spoke harshly, and as a result, feelings were hurt.

"Haaah..."

Selfish.

It's a truly selfish act.

Do I regret it?

No.

I don't think I'll ever regret it.

Because I wanted to say at least one word about my false obsession. Perhaps if I hadn't said those words to him today... I felt that I might have repaid him with an even greater grudge, so I had no regrets.

Just one thing...

-Squeeze.

I was just too angry at my selfish self.

Olivia looked at Ricardo, who was saying goodbye in the mansion's courtyard with a calm expression, and sighed.

-Next time, don't ride a strange carriage.

-Yes...

-I'm sending a high-class professional, so don't ask strange questions.

-Saint! I'll serve her safely...

-...Come back safely.

-Yes!

-Then, take care.

-Yes... excuse me!

-Yes.

-We'll meet again, right?

-Of course. I have a mountain of things to teach you.

I made a bad expression, wondering how hard it must be for Ricardo, who was stuck in the middle. That weak-hearted fool must be suffering internally.

"So annoying..."

Mikhail, who had greeted Ricardo, bowed her head slightly to Olivia sitting at the window and said her goodbyes.

-I'm leaving.

-Nod.

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut.

The peaceful morning of Desmond today as well.

-Air... raid warning...!

I tilted my head at the young lady's gloomy air raid warning. Because she didn't seem to be in a good mood.

Not only did she wake up earlier than usual, but the air raid warning was also weak, making the start of the day ominous.

"Hmm..."

I looked up at the ceiling, lightly nodded my head, and rolled up my sleeves. As a butler, I needed to manage the young lady's mood.

I quickly prepared breakfast on a tray and smiled at the generously prepared breakfast.

This morning, the young lady's favorite rice with beans and grilled bacon...

'This is a problem.'

I shook my eyes at the more meager breakfast than I expected. This much wasn't enough to cheer up the young lady's gloomy mood.

I took out chocolate from the shelf to raise the young lady's blood sugar and smiled bitterly.

'I shouldn't give her chocolate in the morning.'

I squeezed my eyes shut and put the chocolate in my pocket. No matter how important health was, my survival was more important.

And so, I arrived at the young lady's room.

"Ugh..."

The young lady, who had shielded her eyes from the bright sunlight, looked at me walking with the tray and quickly turned her head away.

"Hmph!"

"???"

"...Hmph."

"Oh..."

I have a bad feeling.

A bad feeling that she's sulking.

I carefully approached the young lady, who had turned her head towards the window, and asked.

"Young Lady."

"..."

"Are you sulking?"

"Ung."

Like a noble young lady, she expressed her feelings without reservation, and I nodded heavily. It would have been troublesome if she had insisted otherwise.

I nodded heavily and carefully offered the young lady a bribe. Originally, I was going to give it to her after she finished eating, but looking at the atmosphere, I felt like I shouldn't.

"Young Lady. This..."

-Slide...

"Hieeeeeek!"

"It's not much, but please have it."

The young lady pouted, but soon shook her head heavily.

"I won't eat it."

"What?"

"I won't eat it."

A young lady refusing chocolate...

I looked at the rising morning sun and smiled wistfully, thinking, 'The world must be ending tomorrow.'

I scooped a large spoonful of rice and said to the young lady with a serious look.

Sulking is sulking.

But there was work to be done.

"The airplane is flying."

The young lady glared at me with a serious look, and then opened her mouth.

"Ah... hap!"

She was a young lady who didn't want to starve, no matter how much she sulked.

I pondered as I fed the young lady. Why she was sulking.

Was it because I didn't play with her because I fell into the pit yesterday, or was it because I was alone in the pit with a strange woman?

Personally, if the reason for her sulking was the latter, I would feel happy, but I thought the broad-minded young lady wouldn't refuse chocolate for such a trivial reason. Chocolate was like a god to the young lady.

If that's the case...

-Clatter.

"Oh?"

I had been moving the spoon mindlessly, and before I knew it, the rice on the plate was gone.

I looked blankly at the empty plate clattering and gave a bitter smile.

"You've finished eating."

"Hmph."

"...Should I bring more?"

"No, I'm going to eat chocolate."

"...?"

The young lady, who had been looking out the window for a long time with chocolate in her mouth, opened her mouth heavily.

"Ricardo."

"Yes."

"Am I a bad person?"

"No."

"No?"

"Yes. You're a mean person."

"Eeeeeek!"

The young lady dropped her discouraged shoulders and said carefully.

"I'm not angry because of you, Ricardo."

"Then why?"

"I'm angry because of me."

"Hmm..."

The young lady looked out the window and said softly.

"I'm shameless and only get angry."

The young lady looked depressed. As if asking me to tell her it wasn't true.

"I'm very clean, but I'm dirty."

"..."

"I have a terrible personality, but I want to be complimented."

"You know yourself well."

"...Eek."

I stroked the young lady's head and looked out the window with her.

"Isn't that why you're good?"

The young lady, flustered, turned her head and stared at me. With a look that said, 'What's good about anything I just said?'

"Ung...?"

I chuckled as I looked at the young lady.

"Yes, that's why I like you, Young Lady."

"..."

"Foolish and idiotic."

"I'm not an idiot."

"Of course not."

"...And?"

"You get angry often, but you admit when you're wrong, and if you're sulking, you say you're sulking."

"And...?"

"And... you're the prettiest in the world. That's enough."

"...Hehet, that's right."

The young lady, smiling brightly, looked out the window and said to me in a low voice.

"You know, Ricardo."

"Yes."

"Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

I rubbed my nose at the young lady's words of gratitude. No matter what, such words were a little embarrassing.

The young lady opened her mouth again.

This time, on a slightly sensitive topic.

"If I were to..."

"Yes."

"If I were to meet Mikhail."

"..."

I swallowed dryly and focused on the young lady's lips. But the young lady said something I never expected, as if easily surpassing my anxious expectations.

"I'm going to apologize."

"What?"

"Yes. I'm going to apologize."

At the unexpected answer, I flinched and nodded.

"I... see."

"Ung. But I'm not ready yet."

"Is that so?"

"Ung."

"In what way?"

"If I see him now, I think I'll be so angry and hate him. I feel like I'll demand why he did that. But..."

The young lady clenched her fist and said.

"This time, I'm going to apologize properly. That I don't like him anymore... that I'm sorry."

I looked out the window, nodded, and said.

"You've grown up, Young Lady."

"Ung."

The young lady, who had been brave, leaned her head on my shoulder.

"Give me more chocolate."

"No."

"Puhaha...! Ungnya... okay."