The Baddest Villainess Is Back
Chapter 29
“You, how old are you?”
After staring at Roselyn for a long while, the boy finally spoke.
“Seventeen. And you?”
“I am twelve. My name is Batar. I have one older brother and a twin sister. My hyung is seventeen, and his name is Bayan.”
“Ah, Batar. That is a nice nam—”
“He prefers meat over vegetables, but he is not a picky eater. He is better at using his fists manfully and gallantly than using a sword. He has a bit of a temper, but he is very intelligent, and his combat sense is second to none. His face and physique are, of course, excellent. Naturally, this is just based on how he is now; he will only get stronger in the future. He says he wants at least three children, but he intends to respect his partner’s opinion. His ideal type is a beautiful and wise woman who will stay by his side.”
Roselyn faltered at the boy’s sudden, unnecessarily long self-introduction—or lack thereof.
‘Wait, did he just say… “he says”?’
This felt less like a self-introduction and more like he was setting someone up on a blind date.
“My hyung is a very fine man, even if I do say so myself.”
Ah, so now he was promoting his brother.
‘Is this what they call a brother-complex…?’
Roselyn looked down at the boy, Batar, with a dubious expression.
Judging by his smug, proud face, he seemed to be in a very good mood for some reason.
“Anyway, if that is what you want, I will do it specifically for you. …Yo.”
It was a bizarre attempt at polite speech.
Roselyn gave a light shrug.
“By the way, are you really taking me there? Yo?”
“Yes, I do not lie.”
“…I thought the Empire only had cowardly, disloyal humans, but I suppose there are decent people like you.”
Batar muttered that to himself, then his shoulders twitched as he hastily added more.
“For the record, I only skipped the polite speech just now because I was talking to myself-yo.”
Even what he was saying now wasn’t exactly polite speech.
“But thank you for saving me. Yo.”
The boy offered his gratitude honestly.
“…Right.”
A faint smile played on her lips.
A flush crept over Batar’s dark-skinned face.
‘Hyung and I have the same taste, so I think hyung will like her very much too.’
Roselyn took out the key she had received earlier.
“You won’t kill me if I unlock these handcuffs, right?”
“Of course not! …Yo! You are my savior. And I was told that one must always repay a debt to a savior. Yo.”
Batar spoke clearly and firmly.
Roselyn nodded as she looked at the child who would have originally died—who had, in fact, died in the timeline she lived through before.
“Alright.”
Roselyn replied briefly and unlocked Batar’s handcuffs.
As the restraints on his wrists and ankles fell away, Batar’s eyes widened.
The boy, having regained his freedom, grinned fiercely with the face of a predator.
The Kaluta tribe.
They were a dangerous ethnic minority possessing martial prowess that transcended human limits; a military group where each individual held power equivalent to a hundred soldiers.
Even a young child possessed enough strength to kill an adult man.
There was a famous anecdote about a small kingdom that, out of sheer ignorance, kidnapped the daughter of the Kaluta King to blackmail them—only to be annihilated by the King himself and a few of his guards who personally paid them a visit.
“I look forward to working with you, Batar.”
Roselyn reached out her hand.
Independent of the Emperor, Roselyn intended to make a private deal with them.
“I look forward to working with you too! Yo!”
A small hand gripped Roselyn’s.
It was Roselyn’s belated answer to Aegis Vellion’s request, which she had once coldly rejected.
* * *
“My Lord Marquis, a package sent by Lady Roselyn Bellion has arrived.”
“…A package?”
Geron Wilbrid narrowed his eyes.
He had nothing to receive from Roselyn.
“Leave it.”
At his short command, the servant bowed and withdrew.
Geron Wilbrid looked at the box tied with a ribbon and the small note resting on top of it.
[My apologies for spending quite a bit of money. About half of the spent funds went toward a gift for the Marchioness on behalf of her husband, who seems to lack any sense.
I dislike you, but I know that what you did was no light matter.
To be honest, I wouldn’t care if you tripped and rolled into a pile of cow dung on the street, but I want the Marchioness to be happy.
Thanks to you, I’ve had much to think about. I’ll say thank you for that, just this once.]
A low chuckle escaped Geron Wilbrid as he read the brief note.
She certainly had a long-winded way of saying thank you.
Geron slowly lowered his gaze and opened the box.
Inside was a set consisting of a necklace, earrings, and a ring made of Rose Diamonds, which possessed a reddish-pink hue.
“…….”
Geron Wilbrid’s expression became subtle as he looked at the contents. It was certainly something a woman would love.
“It seems she still hasn’t learned how to look after herself.”
Geron Wilbrid spoke as he looked at the certificate of authenticity enclosed with the letter. It wasn’t hard to imagine Roselyn going to the auction with a blunt face, finishing only her business, and leaving.
‘She said she was going to save a slave.’
She must have gone and saved the Kaluta royalty who was supposed to die.
If Geron Wilbrid had needed to succeed in a deal with Kaluta, he would have done the same. Because it was efficient.
However, he would never have spent 1.5 billion on a single child.
So, she likely clashed with the Kaluta King’s half-brother, who had originally intended to buy and kill that Kaluta slave.
In the process, the auction house staff must have caught them, and she likely paid the price under the pretext of escorting them back to Kaluta.
‘Was the starting bid for the Rose Diamonds 500 million?’
She probably bought them for around that much.
It was likely a move to smooth things over since she felt she had spent too much of his money. After all, the Rose Diamonds were the most famous item in this auction.
Geron Wilbrid guessed Roselyn’s actions without much difficulty.
Roselyn’s way of thinking was quite similar to Geron Wilbrid’s. That was why they clashed more, and why it was more entertaining.
Unlike fools, she was someone who grew when taught and understood ten things when told one.
“She will certainly like it.”
Geron Wilbrid stood up with the box, recalling his wife who had been fretting over her jewelry box not long ago.
For a long time, Roselyn had no interest in herself. At the same time, she had no interest in others.
Even during a chase, she didn’t hesitate to wound her own body or take dangerous gambles if it meant escaping.
Yet, if she held something in her hand, she naturally offered it to others.
It wasn’t necessarily that she was kind or altruistic.
It was more like, if someone gave her something while three people were present, she would naturally pass it to the person next to her.
As if what was given was never meant to be hers to begin with.
“She could have bought more.”
Muttering softly, Geron left his office carrying the box.
