The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen-Chapter 387-388
-Quest Complete.
Go to the place where you made the pact with the 'Loyal Sword'. (1/1)
With the ringing of the blue window's notification, the desire to sleep more disappeared.
'...'
I couldn't help but be suspicious.
The hypothesis that Ricardo was the 'loyal sword'.
Given Ricardo's actions so far and his unflinching demeanor even when facing the prince, I suspected that Ricardo was the loyal sword mentioned by the blue window.
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If so.
-Throb.
I thought I could finally end the mental illness that had suddenly appeared.
[Find the existence of the loyal sword.]
Chaltia had been about to answer the blue window's question without hesitation. That this man was the man it was talking about. She wanted to tell it to stop bothering her and disappear.
But.
"Let's go."
"Huh...? Go where."
Ricardo extended his hand, oblivious to Chaltia's thoughts.
"For a drink. When you're feeling down, a drink is the best. Don't you think so?"
"...What? A drink?"
"I have no intention of doing anything strange, so you can rest assured."
"Wait a minute..."
"Then let's go."
Chaltia thought to herself.
What should she do with that man?
The person the blue window was talking about was pointing to Ricardo. At first, she didn't think Ricardo, who only thought of Lady Desmont, would become her sword... but this was 'a story no one knows.'
And if the dream she just had was a dream created by the blue window... then based on his physique and way of speaking, it had to be Ricardo.
"Hehe... It's been a while since I had a drink."
Chaltia squeezed her eyes shut and looked at Ricardo.
"I'll only drink enough to get a little tipsy."
"..."
"Why are you looking at me like that? I may look like this, but I know how to maintain my integrity, so you don't have to worry. Or should we get two tables..."
"...No."
Not knowing what to do with that fool, Chaltia let out a hollow laugh and said to Ricardo.
"Alright, let's go. I want to rest for the first time in a while."
"Then the most handsome man in the world will escort you."
"What a wonderful gentleman."
"Well, I'm a bit..."
"Except for that mouth of yours."
Chaltia momentarily set aside her uneasy thoughts and took the hand Ricardo offered.
She didn't know what the blue window would show her... but she hoped it wasn't a tragic story.
And so, inside the pub they arrived at.
-Kwahahaha!!!
-Drink up! Drink up!
-Let's drink until we die today!
Ricardo, who had come to a pub that commoners would frequent, looked at Chaltia with a bright smile.
"How is it?"
"How is what?"
He was like a child.
Begging for praise for the pub he had chosen.
"Doesn't it have a good feel? The atmosphere is quite good, and the prices are cheap."
"..."
"How is it?"
He might not think so himself, but Ricardo, who would be wagging his tail excitedly if he had one, was honestly cute.
"Let's see... the side dishes..."
Smiling like a fool.
"Since you haven't had dinner, should I order chicken and fried food? I eat everything, but..."
"Order whatever you want."
"Yes."
After ordering, Ricardo rested his chin on his hand with a calm expression.
"It's okay, right? This place."
"Well, it's not bad."
"The princess can't come to places like this because of work. And you don't really like coming to places with a lot of people."
"...Me?"
"Yes, you're the empire's treasure. It would be troublesome if people asked for your autograph."
"I'm not some theater actor..."
"You are a beauty, though. That's why I sat in the corner, in case some weird guys try to hit on you."
"Really... you're a smooth talker."
To think he'd be so considerate.
Chaltia let out a hollow laugh at Ricardo's cute consideration and shook her head.
"The people in the restaurant won't know your face. Most of them are adventurers, and it's against the rules of this place to make passes at other tables."
"There's a rule like that?"
"Good restaurants have to consider many things."
Chaltia smiled as if Ricardo's words were cute and quietly told her story.
"Besides, even if I go outside the academy, no one will recognize me."
"What?"
"I haven't done any public activities. No, it would be more accurate to say I couldn't."
"..."
"If I try to go out wearing a dress, my mother stops me, saying it's dangerous, and if I try to go to a social gathering, my brothers glare at me with fire in their eyes, so how would people know my face?"
"..."
"So much so that when I first came to the academy, they said, 'So that's what the rumored 2nd Princess looks like...'"
Chaltia said with a calm smile.
"I started public activities after coming to the academy. I thought I would finally get to dance the dances I learned to death at the academy, but I've never been able to."
"...That's a very sad story."
"As you said, the problem is that I'm busy."
Seeing Ricardo's dark expression, Chaltia let out a hollow laugh as if it was okay and tried to lighten his mood.
"Don't be like that. It's not that sad. Back then, I thought it wasn't bad not having to go to troublesome events."
"..."
"Cheer up."
"The 2nd Prince."
Ricardo started to speak with a dark expression.
"The 2nd Prince must have done it."
"Suddenly...?"
A cool smile hung on Ricardo's lips. He began to speak as if he were a five-year-old child who had seen an interesting toy, ready to break it.
"It wouldn't be a bad idea to clip his wings for good."
Chaltia thought. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
'I probably shouldn't say it, right...?'
The thought that if she told Ricardo what the 2nd Prince had tried to do to Olivia, he wouldn't kill him gently.
Chaltia was tempted by the thought that he could annihilate not only the 2nd Prince but also his mother, but she couldn't bear to see her own blood kin die, so she brought up the story in the most softened way possible. She felt she had to talk about it anyway.
"You know, Ricardo."
"Yes."
"The 2nd Prince... no, is Lady Olivia not getting married?"
"Ah."
Ricardo said with a hollow laugh.
"Our Desmont family has a principle of not having political marriages. The head of the family is someone who ignored a political marriage and made a family with love, so he is relatively free about marriage."
"Ah..."
"And I'm probably the only person in the world who can handle the young lady."
Isn't he ashamed?
Chaltia, who had let out a hollow laugh at Ricardo's shameless declaration that he was Olivia's partner, let go of her tension without strength.
"That's true."
Ricardo said with a grin.
"It seems the 2nd Prince has cooked up something interesting."
"...Huh?"
"Right?"
"Ah... no."
"It's okay. The princess didn't say anything."
Ricardo's cool smiling eyes felt particularly frightening today.
"Just don't kill him...?"
"I'll think about it."
After that, I talked with Ricardo.
About work.
-So, the Crown Prince was a lost cause from the start. Doesn't he have a punchable face? Of course, the princess is pretty.
-Please...! Lower your voice! What if someone hears you...!
-Other people are already talking about politics.
-How much tax is that bastard planning to eat from the adventurers? At this rate, I won't even break even.
-We won't know if the Crown Prince becomes king.
-That bastard's probably empty-headed. Once, the Crown Prince came to be an adventurer in disguise.
-Uh huh.
-He seemed completely empty-headed.
-...
-Right?
About what happened in the west.
-The Crown Prince almost died.
-...
-What a pity.
-No, I told you not to kill him.
-I'll think about it.
-Haa...
And.
"You can relax your shoulders."
I heard the comfort that others hadn't given me.
"No one is pushing you to run, so why are you running for your life?"
"..."
"Even cutting down on your sleep."
"Right... I don't know either. Because all I know how to do is run. I've forgotten how to rest now."
"I think the princess is a bigger fool than me."
"You want to die?"
"If it's at the hands of a beauty... I'd gladly...!"
"He's crazy..."
It had been a long time since I felt this way.
So much so that I wanted to believe he was the loyal sword that the blue window was talking about.
If.
What if I, not Olivia, had become Ricardo's master? I even felt that greed.
'Ricardo's not an object...'
Chaltia said with a hollow laugh. No matter how she thought about it, it seemed that man had no intention of hiding his charm.
Not his charm as a man.
His charm as a person.
"Why do you praise me so much, making me feel embarrassed? You... don't tell me you like me?"
"Ehem...?"
Ricardo answered without being flustered at all, as if he were used to it. With a shameless face that looked like he would grab the back of his neck and collapse.
"I like all pretty women."
"He's really crazy."
"My dream is a harem."
"...Is that something you should say in front of a princess?"
"Since I'm in front of the next emperor of the empire. I have to be clear."
"Haa..."
"Even if you become emperor, please protect polygamy at least."
"Really..."
He's a really strange guy.
"That's just how people are. Heroes are fond of women, after all."
"...I don't think I'll ever be able to understand your head."
"Because I have so many popping charms."
"Again.. again... that mouth!"
Ricardo said, taking Chaltia's fist with a bright expression.
"So I will help you."
"...Huh?"
"I can't stand to see a pretty woman cry."
-I'm doing this because I want to stop a beauty's tears.
It was similar to what that man had said in her dream. As if he was saying that he was the man in the blue window.
And.
-Quest Complete.
The moment my suspicion turned into conviction, I saw a sign in front of me that the struggle that had been constantly tormenting my mind was over.
"Here's your food."
"Thank you."
Everything.
They were all things I liked.
Evening at the dark imperial palace.
"...Butler!"
In the darkness, the drunken 2nd Prince began to rage, calling for his butler. He had felt a great shame from the events of that afternoon.
His cheek still swollen and stinging, the 2nd Prince glared at the butler running towards him and began to speak in an angry voice.
"Did you dig up anything on that bastard?"
At the prince's question, the butler nodded with trembling eyes and replied. About the man who dared to strike an imperial prince.
"His name is Ricardo, the exclusive butler to Desmunt Olivia. He's in his early twenties and is currently on a leave of absence from the academy."
"You should know that's not what I want to know. Do I have to waste my breath asking again?"
"N-No, Your Highness!"
The butler flinched at the prince's sharp reaction, opened the notepad he had written on, and began to read.
"And..."
About the man for whom there was no detailed information, as if someone had deliberately hidden it.
It couldn't be obtained even from the information guild.
-We apologize, but we cannot provide information on the Desmunt family.
-I'll give you any amount of money.
-We apologize.
-Fine... This is an order from the 2nd Prince! If you do not provide the information, you could face severe punishment!
-We apologize, but we cannot provide it.
About the man whose information couldn't be bought even with a huge sum of money.
Even the notepad he was holding now was information bought with an enormous amount of money. Information about his activities in the west.
"Ricardo is a knight who participated in the recent monstrous beast subjugation force. According to the information investigated, he possesses incredible martial skill... and is said to be a person who made great contributions to the beast subjugation."
"And."
"And... he purchased a large quantity of chocolate in the west."
"..."
"Also, it's said that he purchased chocolate again upon returning to the capital."
The prince gritted his teeth and shouted.
"I want to know how that bastard knew about the drug...!!!"
"...!!"
"The moment this gets out to Father, I'll be kicked out, prince or not, and my older brother won't even spare me a glance before cutting me off...!"
"...My apologies."
"How much chocolate that bastard bought. I don't want crap like that, bring me proper information. What are his weaknesses. How can I kill him...!"
In that moment, a smile spread across the 2nd Prince's face as if a good idea had come to him, and he muttered to himself.
"Kill him...?"
It was the 2nd Prince, thinking of an assassination plan that was bound to fail.
Afternoon, as the sunset began to bloom.
The sound of a desk being organized could be heard from inside the office.
"Finally finished, Your Highness."
The Guild Master, having finally finished restoring the documents the 2nd Prince had torn up, wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at Shartia.
"You've worked hard."
Shartia, holding a stack of documents, smiled at the Guild Master.
"Oh...?"
"Yes?"
"You seem different today."
"What is?"
"No... should I say you've become more human-like. Or more personable..."
"I've always been a person."
"...No."
Shartia shrugged at the Guild Master's bewildered reaction and then began to organize the documents again. She also didn't forget to compliment the Guild Master's changed disguise.
"The new mask. It suits you well."
"...Are your days numbered?"
"Pardon?"
"It's nothing."
"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble. If it weren't for my brother, you wouldn't have had to change your disguise."
"Not at all. It was about time for a change anyway. By the way..."
The Guild Master looked at Shartia, who was preparing to leave work early, and asked. If she was moving.
"Are you thinking of moving your base? There's no place as safe as the academy..."
"My base? No."
"Then...?"
"I'm thinking of leaving early today."
"Pardon?"
"Yes."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing's wrong."
The Guild Master looked at Shartia, who was trying to leave earlier than usual, as if she were a ghost.
Shartia rarely ever left work, so she hadn't expected her to be the first to say she was leaving. She had thought that after the unpleasant incident with the 2nd Prince the day before, overtime was a certainty, but now, leaving early, the Guild Master looked at Shartia with a bright complexion.
"Finally, leaving work...!"
"Why... are you looking at me like that?"
"No. It just feels like a special occasion."
"Pardon?"
Shartia shrugged and said to the Guild Master.
"You should leave early today too, Guild Master."
"I would have cried if you had made me work overtime alone."
"That would have been a close call."
The Guild Master spoke carefully to Shartia, who seemed unusually bright today.
"Your Highness."
"Yes."
"You haven't by any chance contracted a fatal illness, have you?"
"Pardon?"
"It's just strange for a person who isn't like that to change overnight."
Shartia, smiling at the Guild Master's question, thought for a moment, then spoke the answer that came to her mind.
"A friend told me. To try resting for a day. They said that if a person only works, life loses its flavor."
Seeing Shartia's blushing face, the Guild Master spoke with a sly smile.
"Wow... a man really is a good thing."
"It's not like that, so just get ready to leave. If you keep teasing me, there will be no leaving work."
At Shartia's words, the Guild Master hastily began to pack her things.
"Then I'll be going first."
"You pack really fast."
"There's a lot of guild work piled up... haha."
"You're worse than me, Guild Master."
"...That's why I want to be unemployed."
Leaving the office, Shartia walked slowly down the corridor.
"Hmm..."
She had wanted to visit the flower field Ricardo had shown her again, but she held back. She had wanted to ask him for a drink again if he was in the capital, but she held back.
"We just met yesterday, so asking to meet again would be..."
Because she had something to do today.
-Would you like to view it?
The task of solving the homework that had been tormenting her so horribly.
What information the blue window would show. Curious to know who had orchestrated such a thing, Shartia smiled faintly and walked slowly towards the dormitory.
Soon arriving at the dormitory, she got out of the carriage and sat leisurely in a chair.
"...What could it be."
The blue window that suddenly appeared.
She couldn't know who had orchestrated this, but what was certain was that the content she was about to see would be very different from what she had known so far.
This was no ordinary effort.
"It can't be a god."
Perhaps a goddess had bestowed her grace upon her, living so miserably. After all, goddesses were known to give prophecies in the dreams of clerics.
Of course, no one knew whether it was a real goddess or a falsehood created by an illusion, but if one were to deduce the culprit who created the phenomenon before her eyes, the only conclusion was 'a god'.
"..."
So.
"I'm curious."
She was even more expectant.
"..."
And also scared.
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-The existence of the 'Loyal Sword' has been confirmed.
Go to the place where the pact was made with the 'Loyal Sword'. (1/1)
Go to the place where the 'Loyal Sword' died. (1/1)
Find the existence of the 'Loyal Sword'. (1/1)
As a reward, you can view the story containing the 'Tyrant's' eternal sorrow. The 15th side story, 'The Sword of Rebellion for You'.
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Because she didn't know what the death of the loyal sword meant.
The loyal sword is Ricardo.
Perhaps what the blue window wanted to show her was what happened when Ricardo served 'me', not 'Olivia'.
"..."
And the result would be Ricardo's death.
"I don't know..."
Her honest wish was that the present was a better future than the story the blue window was telling. Whatever it was, it was something that wouldn't happen in reality, but she hoped that his death would not be a source of joy in her life.
"..."
Please, let it not be the worst moment.
Please, let me have been portrayed in a good light to him.
Shartia, who wanted to be the giver in a different story to him, from whom she always only received, slowly closed her eyes.
The white flower field.
The entrance to the imperial palace.
As she recalled the chilling place of her promise with him in her mind, the blue window appeared before her once more and asked.
-Would you like to view it?
Shartia closed her eyes and said.
"Yes."
Let's see it.
One day.
In a story you do not know.
After Desmunt Olivia 'died' due to failed black magic, you became the master of the masterless sword. Because you promised to fulfill his wish.
In that story, your life was a series of hells.
You lost your mother at the hands of your second older brother. You lost all your power to the schemes of the Crown Prince, who had joined hands with Wolfgang.
A wicked witch.
A woman trying to ruin the empire.
You were even branded a heretic.
All to crush your power, which was growing day by day.
You swallowed your pride and asked your first older brother to help you avenge your mother's death, but it was useless, and you asked your father for help, but the only response was silence.
You sharpened your sword of revenge.
What did I work so hard for.
What did I go through all this trouble for.
Because the walls of your castle, which had crumbled so 허무하게 in an instant, were now cracked.
But you, having lost your power, were weak, and ridiculously inadequate to achieve what you wanted.
And so.
During that difficult time.
You met him.
Your sword, which shone brighter than the sun.
Part. 1 (The Sword of Rebellion) begins.
-Viewing of the 15th side story, 'The Sword of Rebellion for You,' begins.
