A Villainess For The Tyrant

When he looked back at the page, it was filled with all sorts of information about Aluna, reflecting how eager Cecile was to visit.

And below all of it, there was one more line added.

I dont know whom Ill be sold to, but I should beg to be allowed to visit the lake city. Even once would be fine! Please let me marry someone generous enough to allow me that much.

Estians thoughts turned back to his wedding day. At the time, Cecile had boldly declared to an attendant,Im sure His Majesty wont be so petty over this much, seeing how Ive come such a long wayWhen he considered his future schedule, there wasnt much to do since he usually rested after returning from a conquest. Perfect, he murmured. He would take this opportunity to show Cecile just how generous he could be.

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A week after Estians return, a modest end-of-month dinner party was held for the attendants in the imperial kitchen. Everyone was gossiping about the emperors latest conquest.

Its said the dukedom of Etia completely disappeared.

I heard! Only a few villages survived from what I know.

Far from a festive atmosphere, the mood was somber. The emperor had quieted down since welcoming the empress, so they thought hed softened. Instead, it felt like the emperors cruelty had only grown exponentially.

He went straight to the empresss palace after returning, right? And he hasnt come out yet?

At least Im glad Her Majestys antics have died down ever since His Majesty returned. It was terrible while he was away, wasnt it? Giving orders while swinging a whip.

That it was

While the attendants discussed the emperor and empress, there was one person sitting in the corner downing glass after glass of liquorthe saintess. She filled the biggest cup available to the brim, not even bothering to add ice, and chugged it in one go.

This doesnt make any sense, the saintess muttered with a hollow look. How did Estian return unscathed?

Not only had she failed to go to Etia, she also hadnt managed to steal Ceciles body. With all this being said, Estian shouldve remained uncontrollable after he went berserk, and yet hed returned from the conquest even faster than hed done so in the storyin human form, at that.

Arent things developing differently from what I wrote?the saintess came to a sudden realization. Quite a few novel scenes shed read before came to mind. Usually, in stories where the author somehow found themselves entering the world theyd invented, the protagonists would be at a loss the moment the plot deviated from the original storyline. In the past, she thought the solution was to guide the story back on track, but it felt different now she was in the protagonists shoes.

It feels like the story ended before it even began. Now what do I do?

The most climatic event was gone, and the saintess felt like shed lost out on a compulsory quest, not unlike missing a critical course needed to complete a degree. As the night continued, she repeatedly raised her glass again and again. Two, four, then eight Her theory was that the alcohol consumed should be doubled each time.

What should she do in the future? Her holy powers hadnt been recovered yet, and the ship that was the male lead had sailed. Then, what was left? Suddenly, the saintess remembered the sub male leads, and more specifically, the man shed met before the conquest. If there was nothing else, she had to at least snag him.

Should I meet Kane?

It was then that a voice suddenly replied, Are you talking about me?