The Baddest Villainess Is Back
Chapter 70
Clang!
At the same moment the metallic sound rang out, Roselyn, who had been thrown to the ground, lifted her head while remaining slumped on the floor.
“Ah….”
“You bastards, who are you?!”
The boy lunged ferociously at adults who were much larger than him.
“…….”
Roselyn’s eyes widened as she watched Arma move so fast he was almost a blur.
His skills were enough to kill even assassins of this caliber.
‘…I didn’t know he was this strong.’
Still, seeing as he wasn’t hiding it, it seemed he didn’t live behind a mask back then.
Arma quickly dispatched the assassins before him.
Roselyn stood up and brushed the dirt off her clothes as she watched the fight.
It was then that one of the men, who had been lying down as if dead, grabbed a sword from the floor and lunged straight at Arma.
‘Ah, he’s going to die.’
Even though she knew he wouldn’t, the moment the thought crossed her mind, Roselyn was already running.
Thwack!
Simultaneously with her pushing the boy roughly aside….
Stab.
The assassin’s sword, which had been aimed at Arma, pierced Roselyn’s side.
‘It hurts.’
She winced at the searing pain.
‘So this was it. Arma’s trauma.’
If not for Roselyn, Arma would have been gravely injured.
While she tumbled across the ground clutching Arma, Arma threw the sword he was holding like a spear, piercing the assassin’s head.
Thud.
It made a sound like a watermelon bursting.
‘Will this make the trauma go away? No, I hope it does.’
The 2nd Prince, Yuldian, had said it once.
That Arma had developed trauma after nearly being assassinated, and for a long time, he couldn’t even hold a sword and lived in seclusion.
‘Let’s consider the debt for helping me escape repaid with this.’
So this time, she hoped he wouldn’t wear a mask and would just go his own way.
“……Lady Roselyn?”
She heard a finely trembling voice.
“Yes…… I’m fine…… so find a good woman…….”
She intended to say, ‘……and please let me go,’ but she couldn’t finish her sentence as her side burned.
“A doctor! Call a doctor! Is anyone there?!”
Roselyn slowly closed her eyes while clutching her stinging side.
‘Fortunately, it feels like it just grazed me, so I won’t die, right?’
She was a bit worried since her body was so frail.
‘If I die, Father will dig himself into a hole.’
She tried to hold onto her consciousness somehow by picturing that gloomy and dark face, but her vision quickly faded to black.
“My Lady! Lady Bellion! Roselyn!”
She heard a voice that sounded like a scream.
‘He could make a sound like that, too.’
That was her last memory.
“Gasp……!”
Feeling as though her blocked airway had suddenly cleared, she bolted upright, clutching her side.
At the same time, she heard a sharp intake of breath next to her followed by a scream-like cry.
“Roselyn!”
Turning her head, she saw Cherti looking at her with a haggard face, as if he hadn’t slept for ten days.
‘Ah…… he’s gone gloomy again.’
Roselyn sighed, looking at her father who had become a dark person again in the time she hadn’t seen him.
She thought it was only natural, considering her kidnapping was the last thing that had happened.
“……Roselyn.”
“Yes.”
“……I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. ……I feel like I’ve said that a hundred times already, but I’ll say it again. I’m fine.”
She had returned to being seventeen, back in her original world.
And a day had passed.
Cherti refused to leave Roselyn’s side, and her grandfather and uncles were showing their faces three times a day.
Knock, knock.
The door burst open along with the knock.
“Granddaughter, are you alright?”
Correction.
They were showing their faces four times a day.
“Yes, as you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”
“Internal injuries can be more serious than they appear, so be careful.”
She hadn’t even been in a battle, so she wondered why she would have internal injuries.
Roselyn had simply been kidnapped and fainted after pushing herself slightly by provoking the person she was talking to.
“The fact that you didn’t wake up for a month means there was a problem.”
Roselyn shut her mouth in silence.
‘I can’t believe I was unconscious for an entire month.’
The news that a month had passed by the time she came to was hard to believe.
And during that month, Roselyn had been in her past body in the other world.
One month.
She had stayed there for a month.
A month had passed here as well.
The durations matched perfectly.
‘……Then does that mean the me who fainted in my world stayed unconscious in this body the whole time?’
Roselyn rubbed her brow, feeling a bit of a headache coming on.
She had only frowned slightly, but….
“Are you hurting somewhere? I’ll call the doctor.”
“No, I’m fine.”
“It’s because you don’t look fine.”
“It was just an itch.”
Roselyn let out a short sigh as she watched her father, who was now reacting sensitively to her every move, even the most trivial actions.
“I’m really fine, Father.”
“……I thought you were dead.”
“I didn’t die. I’ll tell you in advance when I’m going to die.”
Cherti frowned at Roselyn’s blunt words.
“Nonsense. Don’t even think about dying.”
“That’s right, granddaughter. If you die, I won’t be able to handle this fellow. Do you know how many times he almost went on a rampage while you were unconscious?”
“Father.”
Cherti quickly cut off Devon Bellion’s words.
Devon Bellion stood with his arms crossed, snorted, glanced at his youngest son, and let out a sigh.
Roselyn stared at Cherti for a moment before shrugging.
She leaned her back against the headboard and spoke leisurely.
“Grandfather, what about that guy? The one from Makruksa.”
At Roselyn’s question, Devon Bellion stared at her before shrugging his shoulders.
“The 3rd Prince said he would handle it himself and is keeping him confined using his own Abyss.”
“Abyss……?”
“Yes, he wouldn’t tell me what kind of Abyss it is. However, since he has him, he asked to be notified when you woke up.”
Devon Bellion’s mismatched sanpaku eyes slowly scanned Roselyn.
“At least I’m glad you seem to be safe.”
He let out a sigh of relief, but then spoke with a look of reluctance.
“I know your body is tired, but would it be alright if we talked for a bit?”
“Yes, as you can see, I’m perfectly fine.”
“Right, I’m sorry when you must be feeling unwell.”
“I can listen because my body is fine.”
“I’ve prepared medicine good for recovering your strength, so make sure to take it every morning and evening.”
“Is my word that I’m fine not being heard, perhaps? Anyway, thank you.”
“There’s nothing to be thankful for. It’s only natural.”
Roselyn nodded slowly.
Devon Bellion sat down in the chair brought by the maids.
Roselyn, sitting comfortably in bed, felt a little awkward.
“Kaluta has drawn a line, saying they won’t respond to negotiations as envoys if you aren’t there. They say no Kaluta enjoys themselves while a friend is ill. So the atmosphere isn’t very good right now.”
“……Hmm.”
Even if they said that, they must have done some level of behind-the-scenes work with each other.
Forging a bond between nations wasn’t that simple, after all.
“Tsk, those beastly things certainly know how to recognize something good.”
Devon Bellion clicked his tongue.
“Where is Kaluta?”
“They barged in saying they would stay at the mansion where you are, and have taken over the annex.”
Roselyn nodded slowly at Devon’s explanation.
From the Imperial Family’s perspective, they wouldn’t be very happy that the Kaluta diplomatic mission, who were guests of the Empire, were staying at a Duke’s residence.
However, the reason they were overlooking it was likely because Roselyn was the 3rd Prince’s fiancée and was there under the title of ‘diplomat.’
“I’ll go meet them.”
“No, there’s no need for you to move. I’ll have them come here.”
“Yes. What happened to our deal with Kaluta?”
At Roselyn’s question, Devon gestured toward his youngest son.
“That went better than expected, thanks to your prior coordination. Their smithing skills are certainly impressive,” Cherti said.
After collaborating with them once or twice, Cherti could also see why Roselyn had recommended them.
First of all, their ability to handle minerals and see through to their essence was outstanding.
With beast-like intuition, they found the right temperature, and their skill in striking solid iron with arms of giant-like muscle was no ordinary feat.
“So it’s proceeding well?”
“……Yes. Thanks to that, it looks like mass production will be possible before long.”
Roselyn nodded at Cherti’s affirmation.
‘I think I’ve sorted out most of it.’
Except for Makruksa.
Most likely, as of now, no one other than Roselyn knew the leader of Makruksa.
Even she had never imagined that person would be the leader of Makruksa.
“Ah, what happened to the epidemic?”
As she was lost in thought, Roselyn suddenly lifted her head and asked, as if recalling Rishu’s Herb.