The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

TLed by NolepGuy

Chapter 193

With excruciating pain, Yung pulled his hand away from Ricardo’s head. It was an intense pain, as if his own head was burning from within.

“Aaargh…!”

Experiencing this for the first time, Yung looked at Ricardo with eyes full of confusion.

It was the first time he had encountered such a strong will, as if rejecting the reading of memories.

Normally, it would either end in failure or disappear without causing any damage, but this boy was vastly different.

And then.

The boy in front of him wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a sly smile.

“It’s done.”

In the boy’s hand was Yung’s longsword. Somehow, in an instant, the boy had stolen the longsword from Yung’s waist and was now holding it as if he had anticipated Yung’s inability to read his memories.

It was dangerous.

With the pain rendering him defenseless, Yung was in no condition to block the boy’s attack.

The boy seized the opportunity and swung the sword directly at Yung’s neck. Yung hastily dodged the boy’s sharp, flying blade.

“I won’t miss.”

Yung unleashed his mana to push the boy back, but the boy’s sword carried a stronger will than expected.

With a ‘shhk’ sound of flesh being torn, Yung’s vision in one eye went dark, and he realized things were going terribly wrong.

The boy chuckled softly and flicked the blood off his sword.

“That’s one.”

He had lost one eye.

His momentary carelessness had given the boy hope and an opportunity.

The boy smiled. Now armed, the boy exuded a threatening aura, completely different from before.

He resembled a beast. He stared at Yung as if ready to tear into his neck at the slightest opening.

“I thought it wouldn’t work, but it did.”

“…”

“Ah, damn… Is this my limit already?”

Muttering softly, the boy glanced toward a specific spot.

Looking at the place where the child named Mikhail lay, the boy saw Mikhail gradually regaining his strength and shouted loudly.

“Run away!”

“Huh…?”

“I said, run away!”

“No, I can fight too…!”

“Stop being reckless and just run away!”

The boy once again pushed off the ground and started running. Only then did Yung understand what the boy was thinking.

Certain that the boy intended to interfere with his “cooking,” Yung gritted his teeth and endured the searing pain.

He couldn’t let him go.

Yung had already chosen the main course for his “dish.” He couldn’t let it slip away so easily. So, Yung did what he had to do.

-Clang.

The boy’s body rolled across the ground under the chilling flow of Yung’s dark magic, but he immediately got up, ready to charge at Yung again.

It should have hit properly.

With that kind of impact, he shouldn’t even have the strength to stand, yet Yung chuckled softly as he gripped his dagger.

“Hah… What a cocky little brat.”

He had given the kid too many openings. Just because he wanted to observe a little longer, he had foolishly wasted time.

At this rate, with the boy charging at full speed, there was no way to block him. He was too fast, and no matter where Yung struck, the boy would do whatever it took to cut off Yung’s breath. Yung ended his thoughts with a cruel smile.

‘Then I’ll throw out some bait.’

Yung threw his dagger.

Not at the boy, but at Mikhail.

If the boy had taken up the sword to protect someone, Yung was confident the outcome would align with his expectations.

With certainty, Yung began painting the next scene in his mind.

The sound of something being sliced came from Yung’s dagger, and he chuckled softly as he raised his head.

“Gotcha.”

The boy had taken the bait Yung had thrown.

“Damn it.”

“I knew you’d fall for it.”

“And yet, you took your eyes off someone else.”

Watching the drops of blood fall, Mikhail let out a foolish scream.

“…Huh.”

The boy was standing in front of him.

A body so small it seemed fragile.

The boy, whose height was his only notable feature, looked at Mikhail and smiled.

“Are you okay?”

“Ah… ah…”

“I’m not okay, though.”

“Ah… no.”

With a thump, the boy collapsed weakly to his knees in front of Mikhail. He had no strength left to stand.

The attack just moments ago had been the culmination of all the strength he could muster, leaving his body unable to move any further.

It had been his final attack, even as the penalties of his limit break loomed over him.

With a thud, Yung’s kick struck the boy’s shoulder. Watching the boy roll across the ground, Yung let out a small smile.

“What a shame. You could have won.”

“F*ck.”

“What can you do? It’s your fault for having a soft heart.”

Mikhail picked up a stone and started running toward Yung.

“Stop it!”

At Mikhail’s feeble resistance, Yung burst into laughter and kicked Mikhail in the stomach.

It was laughable.

The boy sacrificing himself to protect someone.

The one who charged in despite being powerless. Everything was amusing, and it filled Yung with ecstasy.

Yung pulled the dagger from the boy’s back.

He knew the boy would die from the blood flowing out, but that wasn’t Yung’s concern.

After all, the boy wasn’t the main course.

Yung threw the dagger in front of Mikhail.

“Go ahead.”

“…?”

“I’ll let one of you live.”

Yung was enjoying this moment.

He loved the arrival of despairing moments. Even though the picture hadn’t turned out exactly as he wanted, the flavor of the current situation was so delightful that he didn’t care about the minor details.

“Why are you hesitating?”

“…I’ll kill you!”

“Who? Me?”

Yung began exuding a terrifying killing intent toward Mikhail. He was giving him a push, enabling him to act. Yung wasn’t so heartless as to deny him this consideration.

This was the gift Yung offered to those with weak hearts. The choice was merely a means to elevate Yung’s excitement, and he felt a thrill as he watched the trembling boy and Mikhail rise.

Looking at the boy with vacant eyes, Yung spoke.

“You want to live too, don’t you?”

“…”

“Isn’t that right?”

Then, turning to Mikhail, he said.

“You too, right? If you stab him, you can live. It’s true!”

Knowing that the desire to live makes people desperate, Yung waited.

-Clatter…

The child named Mikhail began to meet Yung’s expectations.

The boy, with trembling eyes, lowered his head as he looked at Mikhail. Seeing the boy’s sense of betrayal, Yung felt a surge of ecstasy and clenched his fist.

‘Yes…!’

This is what I wanted.

To abandon someone in order to survive.

Watching the betrayal of the boy who had been treated like a benefactor in the doll’s memories, Yung licked his lips as if savoring his heated dish and said.

“I am someone who keeps promises.”

To feel an even greater beauty.

*

Mikhail, with his head lowered, could not hide his trembling shoulders.

I looked at Mikhail and thought. It was understandable.

I did not hold a grudge. Honestly, when the dagger fell before me, I had the same thought. In the novel, Yung was someone who kept his promises well.

Unlike other villains. Although his promises came with strict restrictions, I knew that if I stabbed Mikhail with this sword, I could survive.

But how could I do that? I had already struck a pose.

I looked at Mikhail with a faint smile.

“I’m sorry…”

Mikhail bit his lip hard, holding the dagger.

Seeing Mikhail’s trembling hands as he tried to overcome his fear, I felt a pang of pity. Ending it like this didn’t seem so bad.

“I promised my mom she would come…”

“I see.”

“So…”

Mikhail turned around.

“If you meet my mom instead of me, you have to tell her I’m doing well.”

Holding the dagger toward Yung, Mikhail said. With a face that looked like he might cry at any moment, he pointed the sword at Yung and spoke in a trembling voice.

“Because you protected me every day…!”

“…”

“Because every single day, you took the hits for me!”

Mikhail’s voice quivered with emotion.

“So this time, I’ll protect you!”

Just like the hero in the novel.

I chuckled softly and shook my head.

“Is that so.”

And then.

I plunged Mikhail’s sword into my stomach. Yung’s screams echoed. Screams telling me not to ruin his dish.

Ignoring Yung’s cries, I hugged Mikhail’s neck and said.

“Then you tell her. Don’t make it a hassle.”

I patted the shoulder of the shocked Mikhail.

“It’s okay.”

“…Huh?”

“Nothing happened.”

“…”

“Just think of me as someone who never existed.”

(!) Mikhail’s mental state is unstable.

“So. Forget me.”

And with that, I left Mikhail’s side.

*

I don’t remember what happened after that.

There was Yung’s angry kicking.

Mikhail ran off at my urging to escape, and I grabbed Yung’s foot, trying to buy some time.

And then.

A horrifying time ensued.

Yung’s angry voice, deliberating on how to deal with the abandoned me, made my shoulders tremble. His plan to brainwash me and sell me off to heretics frightened me.

But perhaps because I had lost so much blood, I knew I didn’t have much time left, so it wasn’t that scary.

I figured I was going to die anyway.

While cursing Yung with all my might, having lost the will to live.

A promise I had forgotten came to mind.

-Play with me today.

-No.

-I’ll buy you something delicious.

-No.

A promise I had made with the villainess.

I regretted not keeping it. I thought the food she would buy would be incredibly delicious.

Not that she would ever look for me anyway.

It was a lonely life.

Both in the past and in my previous life.

A life where no one came looking for me.

As I was closing my eyes to the drowsiness that crept in, a familiar voice reached my ears.

-Damn it.

It was the familiar voice of the villainess.

-Do you want to die?

She was speaking with a chilling killing intent. And then the villainess said.

-Kill him.

In a cold voice.

And so I.

-Just stay at my house.

-…

-Stop messing around and don’t run.

-Damn it.

Became the villainess’s butler.