92: The Villainess Makes a Playboy Cry
Before I knew it, I’d been dragged by Eivind into the shadows of a staircase.
It was moderately dark, a place where you can avoid the eyes of others. In other words, depending on the perspective, it’s the perfect spot to confess one’s feelings?
Sure enough, Eivind placed his hand on the wall next to my face.
“You see, I’m interested in you.”
“And I… am not.”
If it were the Eivind who had returned with me, I’d have been a bit gentler. Of course, the one who was confronting me was the genuine 18-year-old Eivind.
In other words, it’s that. He suspects that I might be the assassin targeting Prince Mark.
“Heh, I’m pretty confident about my looks. I’m a little disappointed.”
Please spare me and stop bringing your face closer to mine.
I divert my gaze with all my might, but he was staring at me from a crazy close distance. Well, aren’t you quite interested in my glasses? You’ve got a good eye. This is the latest model made by your foster father.
…That’s when I realized it. Aren’t I reaching the limit to what I can bluff my way through?
I’m wearing the latest creation from the Royal Institute of Magic, after all. If my clothes were to be lifted even a little, he’d recognize that I’m actually an experimental sample he was currently restoring.
Blasting him with magic and running away before that happens… would turn into a huge mess.
Also, I want to finish up here and get to my club activities quickly.
“Well, the first to strike wins, I guess?”
“Eh?”
When I voiced my thoughts out loud, his eyes widened, maybe because of the change in my tone.
His innocence was appropriate for his age, how cute.
As a reward, I’ll stroke him a bit under his chin.
“I’m a doll made by you in the future. Inside me is the Incorrigible Villainess.”
“Huh? What kind of joke is that…?”
Ahh, this Eivind still doesn’t know that the one inside of Cecily is the Incorrigible Villainess, Nora Noz? It might take too long if I were to start explaining from there.
Thus, for the sake of my practice time, I made it a battle of impact.
“Alright then, in exchange for omitting the explanation, I’ll give you a prophecy of the future. Let’s see… the experiment regarding your mother, it will fail?”
At my words, Eivind didn’t even let out a sound. He just stared at me wide-eyed.
However, a single tear fell from his expressionless eyes.
Huh… just now, did I say something I shouldn’t have…?
I only intended to mention an event not just anyone would know, something with a strong connection to Eivind…
I felt like the Anita inside my heart was yelling “Do you not have any consideration for others?”
Yeah, I feel like I’ve done something that deserves a scolding.
“There’s no way I could believe something like that!”
Those parting words… they really stuck with me.
Ah, that’s right, this Eivind, he is from before the heartbreaking incident.
In other words, yeah. I was the reason why he cried back then as well.
As I was seriously reflecting on it, my “former self” was staring at me with a gaze that was half-surprised and half-excited.
I really do have a nasty personality, don’t I?
“This stays between us.”
“Even if you didn’t say that, I wasn’t planning to spready it around anyway”
Except I knew, my “former self” might say something that mature, but in class she’d totally go and ask the teacher, “How do you cheer up a friend who’s had their heart broken?”
As I turned to leave, my “former self” asked me a question.
“What is the relationship between Hana and Eivind?”
Answering that question was just a playful whim.
“A wicked woman and her greatest victim, I guess.”
After all, I was the great sinner who’d completely ruined the course of Eivind’s life.
I wonder where my Eivind was traveling alone right now?
After I left the scene, I muttered some nasty things to him who was likely enjoying his newfound freedom for the first time.
“My second youth can be surprisingly fun.”
That I couldn’t share the nasty fun of grinning as I watched this past version of myself getting tossed around was a little sad though.
But only just a bit.
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