The Tragedy of The Villainess

Seria raised her eyebrows slightly as she gathered up her papers.

“How did you sleep when I wasn't around?"

“I didn’t.”

Lesche smiled faintly.

“I don't remember.”

“People will think we have been married for a hundred years.”

Lesche chuckled.

“That would be nice too."

Lesche turned and picked up the documents as Seria did. But he didn't just pick up the papers. Because he was attached to Seria, hugging her from behind. She felt Lesche’s lips on the back of her neck.

Lesche’s arms hugged Seria’s waist tightly from behind. As she staggered for a moment at the unannounced heavy weight upon her, Lesche grabbed her hands and made Seria grab the desk.

She continued to watch the papers moving away to one corner. Unlike his body, which was leaning against Seria from behind without any gaps, Lesche’s hands moving the papers in front of her were so relaxed that she felt strangely thirsty.

Her desk was now organized enough for her to lie down. It was all too clear what that meant, and heat rose in her cheeks for no reason.

Lesche tilted his face and kissed her earlobe. The sensation of a slow lick made her hands that were holding her desk gain strength. At some point, one by one, the clothes Seria was wearing flowed down her arms.

She was wearing a light indoor dress, and the truth was…Lesche was a man who could untie her as easily as the servants, even if she was wearing a more complicated dress than this. Of course, due to her posture, he couldn't undress her as perfectly as in bed…..

In the midst of all this, she tensed as she became aware of the hard sensation that was behind her. It was also very uncomfortable, and she felt that this hard thing couldn’t belong to a human. (*how big is Lesche’s thing ?)

When Seria twisted her body slightly, Lesche asked in a drowsier voice than usual,

“Why, Seria?

"Because it's uncomfortable….."

“What makes you uncomfortable?"

“Why do you ask when you know?”

Lesche laughed in a low voice.

“If I don't ask, how will I know how you feel?”

Lesche’s knees came between Seria’s legs.

“I will have to know if it's good or not. Seria."

Lesche’s hand dug in as hard as it could at the exposed skin. Seria didn't have time to resist, her body shuddered. A feeling of the huge mass coming in made her spine stand up straight and her legs lost strength. The strength in her toes was strong as she pressed on them to avoid falling down.

***

‘I can see very well why there were always gowns ready in the study…’

The edges of the bedsheet were cold, quickly cooling her burning body. Seria was moving groggily, looking for a cool spot, but her waist was grabbed again and she was up smoothly. Then her eyes met with Lesche’s, who was looking down at her from directly above.

“Why?" (Seria)

“Your complexion is fine now. You were pale all day." (Lesche)

“I didn't expect Linon to have so much work.”

…Seria had replied, but suddenly she felt a deep suspicion. Lesche asked.

“What do you have in mind?"

“Lesche.”

“Yes?”

“My complexion…..? Is that why you pushed me like that?"

“Pushed you?" (Lesche)

Lesche’s hands were caressing Seria’s body.

“Can I push your doubts a little more?” (Lesche)

“No.”

… Seria shook her head quickly. Lesche seemed to want to keep her up until the sun came up.

Smiling faintly, Lesche leaned over and kissed Seria. Since when? She felt a strange sense of nervousness when Lesche kissed her.

Maybe it was because she tried to push him away a little, but he caught up.

He was so passionate about kissing her that he didn't seem to let her go. The problem was ….

Seria put all her strength into her hands and pushed out Lesche’s chest.

It looked like the sun was really rising.

With a low moan, Lesche kissed Seria’s collarbone. He hugged her, trapping her in his arms tightly.

***

‘…I can't quite remember these parts…'

As Lina was carefully examining her notes, the Haneton’s butler came in with a sound.

"Saintess, the ladies have arrived.”

"Oh my God!"

Lina neatly put away the locked notebook and put it in the back drawer.

In the notebook, it was written the "story in the book" that Lina remembered from the Garden of the silver trees. As soon as she came back to her senses after she left the garden that day, she wrote it down as fast as she could. Even so, it was impossible for her to memorize all the contents of the book.

So she kept only the big facts in her notebook.

"Now, why don't we go to the garden and have some tea?"

Lina asked, and the nicely dressed ladies followed her, laughing.

Before the annual Holy Day, the Great Temple officially announced that Lina was carrying a Child of Divine Power.

Among the nobles of the Glick Empire, there were many who were deeply religious. Thanks to this, there were many ladies who wanted to come to see Lina with admiration.

Lina chose two of them and sent them invitations to the tea party. This was the basic way of dealing with a society that Baron Ison had taught her when she was at Berg.

“You can't be friends with everyone in the society. Don't try to establish friendships with too many people. It is better to send invitations to only two people at first since it is difficult for a saint to receive a family foundation.”

Lina had encountered many accidents in the Berg territory, so she couldn't follow Baron Ison's teachings at the time, but time has changed now.

Previously, Baron Ison had repeatedly reminded her not to meet Seria.

Before, she didn’t know why, but she found out after attending Duke Howard’s banquet.

It was Lesche Berg who openly expressed his displeasure, but most of the nobles attending the banquet at the time were watching Seria’s mood.

Seria was indeed a socialite.

On the one hand, it was depressing. After the terrible embarrassment at Duke Howard's banquet, Lina asked the High Priest.

“There is a man in the capital named Baron Ison. Can you bring him to me?”

"Oh… Is he the one who was the Saintess’s teacher?"

In the book and even now, Baron Ison was always on Lina's side.

Strangely, however, the high priest looked troubled.

“Saintess. Baron Ison left for Altair Academy a few weeks ago and he is unlikely to visit here for a while.”

"…Academy?”

Instead, Lina hurriedly sent a letter to Baron Ison, saying she wanted to go to the capital. She hoped he would help her with her life in the capital.

However, Baron Ison had ended his life in the Empire and left as a faculty member of Altair Academy. The Great Temple offered him more money, but Baron Ison politely refused, saying that he already had students to take on.

Along with the words that he would come to see Lina when he was on vacation instead.

“He had collapsed and was bedridden for over a month, but the Academy would like him to do more research."

"Once he has other disciples, he will forget me…"

Lina felt deeply alone. In the midst of it all, she was anxiously and modestly enjoying the time she spent drinking tea with the ladies who favored her.

When some time had passed, Lina heard the unexpected news from the priest that had come to visit her, and panicked.

“What? The castle was bought by Berg?"

"Yes, Saintess."

Lina couldn't believe it.

It was true that in the book she had read, she had had her own strong supporters. One of them was Duke Dietrich. He was a man of faith, who had dedicated his castle in the port city to her, and was a strong supporter in many ways. ….

She thought it was strange that Duke Dietrich did not come to her for a long time.

She asked the priests to look into it, and they said that the castle that Lina should have, had already been bought earlier by the Grand Duke of Berg.

“Why? Doesn't Berg already have a castle?"

It couldn't be. Baron Ison thought it would be nice if Lina could get along with Lesche Berg, and with this in mind, he gave Lina more information about the Grand Duke of Berg.

How many castles Berg owned already….

Why that one…

Lina was terrified of this situation where Seria was taking everything from her. At the same time, she thought it was strange.

Why did Seria suddenly buy that castle? Did she know that it was a castle that the Duke was going to give to her (Lina)?

If that's the case, then does Seria know she’s in a book?

Suddenly, a shiver ran down her spine. When Lina, who had been absent for a while, returned with a pale face, the ladies stood up in a panic.

“Saintess. You don't look well.”

“Is something the matter?”

“No, I'm fine.”

“I need to warm up the tea.”

“Are you all right?”

Lina laughed helplessly as she looked at the girls who still loved her so much. She was struck with a vague fear that all of these kind friends would be taken away from her, too. The fear that they would give themselves up for Seria. Lina felt that she couldn't just let herself suffer like that.

She needed someone who would love her for who she was and not for Seria. She remembered the names she had written in her notebook.

"Aren't the young masters of the Kellyden coming up to the capital?"

***

“So this is the Mermaid Spring.”

Seria held the bright blue jewel in her hand. It reminded her of a very blue spring. So it would be okay to name it Mermaid Summer…….

“Grand Duchess.”

Linon, who had just returned from Murat Island, spoke to her in whispers.

“Sir Abigail is trying to monopolize the Grand Duchess too much.”

"Monopoly?"

“Yes. She seems a bit harsh. …."

Linon looked behind him in surprise. Because Abigail was looking at him with her eyes wide open. Linon was startled.

"Can you hear me from over there? It seems that you can…”

Linon smiled awkwardly and hurriedly moved on. Seria had a thought when she saw Abigail disappear like an assassin after Linon.

‘You two play well together…..’

‘You two are having fun playing….’

Honestly, Linon was like a chick and Abigail was like a black lion playing with that chick. To Seria, she felt good that her precious Abigail had a friend of sorts.

The thought suddenly crossed her mind.

‘They’ve become close like that…. can Linon and Abigail get married?'