The Baddest Villainess Is Back
Chapter 46
“Oh dear. Roselyn, at least spare a greeting for me. I’m feeling quite hurt.”
There was also one extra person present who seemed like he would never budge.
“Father, what are you doing here…?”
“Because of the arson incident… Roselyn?”
Cherti, who had been answering Roselyn’s question, frowned and called out to her as the child’s voice began to trail off.
Roselyn’s body swayed violently.
“Yes…”
Muttering faintly, Roselyn lowered her head and clicked her tongue inwardly.
‘This trash body has reached its limit.’
As if relieved by their appearance, Roselyn’s body slowly collapsed.
“Roselyn\!”
“Roselyn\!”
Cherti reached out his arm, and Arma, who was nearby, hurriedly caught her in his embrace.
Thud. The moment Roselyn lost consciousness, the atmosphere grew even more murderous.
“…Wow, did you all come as a group to welcome me? This is a bit much.”
Aximus spoke with a tense face, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.
Clang-\!
Cherti Bellion’s purple sword, dripping with poison, collided with Aximus’s blade.
It was a chaotic brawl.
* * *
“Oh, how terrifying…”
Aximus, who had barely managed to escape the hellish battle where he was clearly at a disadvantage, clicked his tongue lowly in a messy state as he entered an alleyway.
The shabby tunic he had quite liked was now so tattered that it would be strange not to change out of it.
“Just what is that lady’s deal?”
What was she that all those monsters would swarm in like that?
“Anyway, why did those beasts leave their nest?”
As his plans had gone awry in many ways, he scratched his head in annoyance and muttered quietly.
“Who is she? She is a noble person you should never have laid a finger on.”
Someone grabbed the shoulder of Aximus, who was limping along, leaning against the old, dilapidated wall of the narrow alley.
‘…I didn’t even sense a presence.’
Cold sweat ran down Aximus’s cheek as he was caught in an instant.
‘…Oh dear.’
His feet wouldn’t move.
Something pitch-black was holding onto his feet. At a glance, it looked like a shadow.
“…Oops, it’s that gentleman from earlier.”
Glancing back, Aximus spoke in a low voice.
“I’m quite the picky sort, so there haven’t been many things I’ve liked in my life. Perhaps that’s why I absolutely hate it when someone touches what’s mine.”
With a dry, monotone voice, Aximus’s neck was seized.
“Because I’m currently putting a lot of effort into her.”
‘…I can’t move.’
A snow-white hand remained clamped onto Aximus’s shoulder.
“I suggest you pick your opponents more carefully next time. You wouldn’t want to be crawling around without limbs at your age, would you, Mister?”
Crack-\!
Without a word, the arm was twisted.
Biting his lip at the eerie and horrific pain, Aximus’s eyes flew open.
The blue eyes looking down at him curved into a smile filled with ecstasy.
‘What a lunatic…’
Even as he groaned in pain, Aximus bared his teeth and laughed fiercely.
“…Ugh\!\!”
Soon, along with excruciating pain, blood spilled onto the ground.
‘How did he follow me here? I didn’t sense a thing…’
Is it an Abyss?
I never heard of an Abyss like that.
This is the first time I’ve been tailed.
Despite desperately trying to think of other things, he couldn’t withstand the pain; blood dripped from his bitten lip and sweat poured down his cheeks.
Thud. One arm rolled onto the ground.
The young man with a youthful, boyish face smiled brightly.
“If you understand, then don’t go touching other people’s things with your filthy hands in the future.”
The figure shrouded in darkness vanished in an instant.
Haha, Aximus laughed with a pale expression.
“…Seriously, youngsters these days have no respect for their elders…”
With his one remaining arm, he put a leaf cigarette in his mouth and flicked his finger to light it.
Inhale, exhale…
The smoke rose in clouds before scattering and disappearing.
“Fuck, I should’ve washed my hands. Making such a fuss over nothing…”
After finishing his cigarette, he muttered a low curse, picked up his arm—which had been torn raggedly at the joint—and stood up.
Whoosh.
With a burst of red flames, Aximus’s body vanished.
* * *
Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The clock moved.
Roselyn slowly opened her eyes at the annoyingly loud sound of the clock.
She saw a pitch-black sky. In fact, it couldn’t even be called a sky. It was just something pitch-black.
No stars, no moon. So it felt more like the word ‘darkness’ suited it better than ‘sky.’
“Hello, Rose. It’s been a while.”
“…Sansar?”
Roselyn’s eyes widened, and she bolted upright.
Unlike the pitch-black sky, the surroundings were pure white.
As she sat up on the floor made of snow-white velvet, Sansar, looking much the same as before, was smiling at her.
‘Is it a dream? Or…’
Roselyn looked around. She was clearly with Aximus or someone just a moment ago.
“You kept your promise. I had a feeling something like this would happen to you.”
Sansar spoke softly. With a low voice, he reached out his hand.
His long hair made him look like a woman without fail, but his oddly androgynous voice signaled that he was a man.
“Since we don’t have much time, shall we get to the main point?”
Roselyn frowned at his words.
“Did you know? While some Abysses reveal themselves, there are also Abysses that do not. Some Abysses are triggered by specific conditions. Do you know what your Abyss is?”
“…No.”
Roselyn shook her head.
“Rose, your Abyss is one that can only be awakened upon death.”
“…What?”
Death is the end, so what kind of Abyss could be awakened? It’s not like it’s an Abyss that can be used as a soul.
“It’s complicated to explain in detail, but you can think of it as a sort of Resurrection Abyss. After death, you can return to the past and live once more in another person’s body.”
Roselyn’s expression soured.
“Since returning to the past is limited to your own past, you will inevitably return to your own world.”
But thinking about it, hadn’t Roselyn already died once?
She was already living again in another body in a different world.
‘I thought this was Marquis Gerren’s ability…’
Was it actually not?
Roselyn frowned.
“Due to external interference, your Abyss hasn’t fully awakened yet. It’s in a half-awakened state.”
“….”
“And the power I shared with you, as I said back then, cannot be used right now.”
Sansar moved his lips slightly.
“It’s an ability that can only be used once your Abyss awakens. Which means you can only use this after you die as well.”
He smiled beautifully. If one didn’t know his gender, they would think he was a truly beautiful woman.
“Do you know why Kaluta is strong, Rose?”
“I wonder.”
“It’s because I am the God of War.”
Sansar.
The god symbolizing strength, war, and combat.
Everyone bowed their heads wherever he passed, and when he threw a punch, even Great Mountain ranges became plains.
“You really were a god.”
“Did you think I was a fake?”
“Because you didn’t tell me yourself.”
Roselyn spoke calmly.
Sansar burst into a pleasant laugh as if he found that amusing.
“And I can directly manifest my power through the Khan of Kaluta.”
Sansar approached her slowly and kissed Roselyn’s forehead.
“My Rose.”
A pure white light seeped into her forehead.
“After you die, you will become an existence stronger than any Kaluta.”
“…Just what am I supposed to do after dying?”
“I like all worldlines, but I love the worldline where I met you the most.”
Sansar spoke lowly and flicked his fingers. In the empty air, a screen appeared, showing a certain scene.
Roselyn’s eyes widened slightly.
It was a grave. The grave of the Bellion Ducal House, which was being forgotten due to lack of proper care.
“Do you perhaps have no desire to go back?”
“….”
Roselyn slowly drew in a breath. She was not so dull as to not know why he was saying such things.
Her trembling gaze met Sansar’s.
“Rose, thank you for bringing my children out.”
Roselyn remained silent at Sansar’s words.
“But no matter how much you change the future here, there are things that will not change. Because this is not your world.”
“Did you meet me just to use me like this?”
“No, that was just because I was hungry while I was out having fun. Sorry.”
At Roselyn’s serious question, Sansar raised his hand dismissively and tossed out a casual remark.
Roselyn frowned.
“Meeting you was, in human terms, a coincidence.”
Sansar looked at Roselyn.
“But it might also be fate.”
“It doesn’t seem like there’s a single good thing in this for me.”
“…I just gave you an ability, so what are you talking about?”
“Isn’t it a bit much to call an ability you can only use after dying a ‘gift’?”
Roselyn spoke with narrowed eyes.
“Ah\! Or does Kaluta only mean that much to you? If that’s the case, I understand.”
In her dry, murmuring voice from her expressionless face, there was a hint of fishy mockery.
Sansar looked at Roselyn with an indignant face.
“What, you must want something then? I’ll tell you in advance, what I’ve already given is a quite excessive gift that crosses the line…”
“Shouldn’t you give me something I can use right now so I can realize your importance?”
Roselyn cut him off.
Only then did Sansar recall that his relationship with Roselyn hadn’t been purely pleasant.
‘…Did my memories get beautified just because I haven’t seen her for a while?’
Sansar looked displeased at Roselyn, who was trying to squeeze something out of him.
“So, what do you want?”
Having finally heard the words she wanted, Roselyn smiled quite wickedly.
