A Villainess pulled out the Sword instead of the Hero.

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Unaware of that expectation, Morgana struggled to quench her emotions.

 

No, let’s be cool.

 

At this time, it was obvious that even if I protested against Morgause, who had been raised by the Duke all his life, I would not be able to get anything.

 

‘And honestly, what Morgana did before…’

 

I want to play with a blood shield, but I don’t have a choice. Isn’t it sometimes necessary to leave some loopholes so that people can feel someone’s humanity?

 

How can Morgana be so mean from the start?

 

Duke Fay scolded her, slamming the desk with his fist.

 

“Do you know how grave the crime of trying to poison a Duke is? There’s not even a sign of remorse in you!”

 

And that’s why I can’t even talk right now.

 

Morgana’s mind was busier than ever, although she seemed to stand still and listen to him.

 

‘Even if I ask him to send me back to Britain, there’s no way he would let me…’

 

However, there was no way that Duke would let go of me, even if I tried to poison him.

 

As I’ve been locked up until now is proof of that.

 

‘But I have to make money. To do that, I wish there was at least freedom in the mansion…?’

 

Thanks to Morgana’s broken personality, all creatures with eyes avoided her from the beginning.

 

Not a single ant can be seen in her room.

 

Duke Fay didn’t even want to see Morgana’s face, so even his gaze was fixed on the papers on the desk.

 

A cold rebuked her, “Live quietly, without anyone knowing you from the outside. I’ll forgive you for the last time. There’s no second time.”

 Yep, it’s also an orthodox method. 

Morgana quickly bowed her head, “I’m sorry, Duke.”

 Rustle—  

I could hear a clatter of clothes as if the Duke had raised his head.

 

Previously, Morgana had always called the Duke her father in a sarcastic way.

 

However, the title Morgana called him was changed to Duke because it only had adverse effects on those who did not consider her as his Daughter.

 

Morgana went on in earnest and continued, “I’m really sorry that I tried to poison you the other day. My apology is late.”

 

“…”

 

“I think mother wanted to be rewarded for coming to Avalon and was prepared to die.”

 

Even though there was no answer, I’m sure he’s listening.

 

In fact, what Morgana did could lead to her death, if only she didn’t have the power of the Fay family.

 

Therefore, Morgana decided to use everything she could.

 

Whether it be appealing to emotion, begging, or being stubborn.

 

“Because I grew up without a father, I couldn’t learn manners, so I didn’t think it was a sin. Please forgive me.”

 

A brief moment of silence passed. Only the sound of the second hand ringing from the clock somewhere made the silence heavier.

 

After a while, a calm voice spoke, “… Raise your head.”

 

As I glanced ahead, I saw purple eyes the same as Morgana staring, frowning as if examining my intentions.

 

He seemed to be trying to figure out what I was up to.

 

With a distorted expression, the Duke asked, “So you’ve given up on the succession ceremony?”

 

“No, I want to attend the succession ceremony.”

 

“Oh, now you’ve changed the way how you insist.”

 

The Duke of Fay snorted as if he knew it would happen.

 

Morgana replied with great determination and sincerity, “I won’t force you like before. I’m going to reflect on myself and stay quiet for a while, so please keep an eye on me.”

 

Duke Fay’s eyes shook as if he was quite taken aback because of the crazy child, suddenly bowed in and seemed speechless.

 

Morgana bowed her head more deeply, 

 

“It may have been a moment of affection, but I would appreciate it if you could think of it as the last request of a child born as a result of the Duke’s embrace.”

 

If that’s the case, wouldn’t it look strange to him even if I stay low for a while?

 

Morgana glanced at the air in the office. Duke Fay didn’t say anything else.

 

Just before Morgana left the office. The Duke who was left behind asked, “Are you serious?”

 

At his question, Morgana looked back and smiled as she answered, “Of course. Duke.”

 

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The room I returned to was not much different from before, but unlike before, the door opened easily.

 

Still, my apology seemed to have been delivered.

 

As soon as I sat down on the bed that smelled of dust, the maid faltered and came into the room.

 

In her hand was what appeared to be a meal.

 

It was not until I saw the maid’s face that I knew she was the one who kept delivering bread to my room.

 

The terrified maid looked embarrassed by the wide open door, and was at a loss for what to do.

 

Morgana’s viciousness did not discriminate against her target.

 

United with a sense of inferiority to the point of thinking that anyone who glanced at her would ignore her because she was an illegitimate child raised in a slum.

 

I tried to trace Morgana’s memory of who she had bullied, but there were too many targets that she bothered, not just the maids.

 

There are so many that it’s hard to remember.

 

Thanks to this, Morgana was suddenly engaged in a fierce battle with the maids.

 

‘What did I do? Did I hit him? Did I throw something? Did I curse…?’

 

Morgana pointed very carefully to the old table, “You can leave it there.”

 

“Argh! Argh!”

 

“Waaahh!”

 

“Ahhh!”

 

“Ahhhh!!!”

 

Suddenly the maid screamed, and Morgana, who was nervous, also screamed at her.

 

I didn’t even say anything.

 

Surprised to see each other’s faces at Morgana’s cry, the maid spilled the soup.

 

“Oh, hot, hot…”

 

Starting from the scream, it was soon mingled with a moan of pain from being burned by the soup.

 

On the contrary, Morgana stood up in surprise.

 

“Oh my, what should I do? It must hurt. Are you okay?” (Morgana)

 

“Oh, no, that’s fine!” (Maid)

 

Her face contorted in pain to say she was fine. Morgana picked up a cloth and roughly wiped off the maid’s feet, showered with soup.

 

It looked a little red and swollen and felt like the maid was about to cry.

 

Morgana gently swept her ankle. As the fine light touched the wound, the red-swollen skin gradually lightened and returned to its original state.

 

Morgana spoke casually to the maid, whose eyes widened in surprise, “If you’re sick, I’ll recommend you a suitable herb. If you go to a place with lots of grass, there will be a lot of leaves on each stem. Bring it to me.”

 

“What?”

 

“It’s a common grass, but about this big? Ask the gardener. It’s pretty effective.”

 

Morgana estimated the size with the palm of her hand, and the maid staggered back and widened their distance.

 

She still seemed suspicious of Morgana.

 

Fortunately, Morgana was well versed in herbs. Since she had nothing to eat in the slums, she ate grass in the mountains, and because she had healing powers, she would not die from any poisonous plants.

 

After learning this instinctively, she naturally studied herbs to make ends meet and raised money by selling decent ones.

 

Even so, it was not a lot of money because few people believed in poor children who sold them without permission.

 

All that was left for Morgana, who endured without knowing that it was her power, was vast knowledge of medicinal herbs.

 

As Morgana smiled to look sweet, the maid shook her head as if she had seen a ghost, denying reality.

 

“Why, why are you doing this? What did I do wrong?”

 

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong. If I keep eating this, my stomach will suffer.”

 

I lived in a country where rice is the driving force, but I can’t starve. Now that I have become like this, I plan to eat at least three meals a day and get a better complexion.

 

For now, I had to lay the foundation to raise money in Duke’s Fay mansion.

 

As secretly as possible, without people knowing.

 

If my plan of going back to Britain is discovered, I may be imprisoned in the dungeons of Avalon.

 

It was necessary to break some boundaries. As long as I can walk around, without being suspicious.

 

The maid blinked briefly at Morgana’s explanation.

 

There was nothing much to say, but she limped out and brought back bread and soup after a little late.

 

Unlike before, there was a lump of meat in the watery soup.

 

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The day Morgana delivered the medicine made by mixing herbs, the maid who introduced herself as Olia dragged the tray in, shyly thanking her.

 

The maid said, “You were right, miss. Thanks to you, I’m all better now!”

 

The maid’s eyes were twinkling, unlike yesterday when she was frightened.

 

Morgan responded, bewildered at her markedly different attitude.

 

“It doesn’t have a great effect.”

 

“It’s great for people like us who can’t afford to buy even a single herb!” Continued by the maid.

 

“I was stupid. I thought you were a scary person because everyone around me was scared of Lady Morgana.”

 

“Oh, I see!”

 

“Everyone wanted to keep her out, so I was assigned the most recently, and now that I think about it, I’m glad!”

 

Thanks to her late arrival at Duke of Fay, she had yet to experience Morgana’s atrocities.

 

Olia, who was setting up the same soup as yesterday in front of Morgana, puffed her cheeks.

 

“Does it make sense? She broke her eating bowl, put it around the maid’s neck, and threatened to bring the Duke? You’re not like that at all!”

 I guess Morgana did so…?