The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

The Princess of Orsia, Charlotte, had divided her personality into two.

One was Charlotte, the princess of Orsia, and the other was Charlotte, a human born in Orsia.

Why did she split her personality in two?

The answer lay in ‘guilt.’

To survive and not be crushed by guilt, she developed two personas.

‘As a princess of Orsia, it was the right thing to do. She rationalized it that way.’

Human Charlotte couldn’t bear such rationalizations.

As a result, human Charlotte was now trapped in a prison of guilt, having judged her own crimes.

“I’ve committed unforgivable sins… I’m sorry for comparing you to someone like me… That was wrong. Please punish me, Damian.”

Charlotte knelt on the ground, clutching my arm desperately. The tears continuously streamed down her face as she begged for redemption.

But there was nothing I could do for her at the moment.

‘Was apologizing to me for that? She’s never acted this crazily before.’

I was confused, struggling to understand Charlotte’s psychological state.

It seemed likely that the act of apologizing had triggered her guilt from past actions.

‘Did apologizing to me make her recall other bad deeds?’

Like a chain reaction, a massive bomb had exploded in Charlotte’s psyche.

This likely happened because she had been following me for so long today, giving her time to accumulate guilt.

It was my mistake for allowing that.

‘This wasn’t in the original story, and there were no hints about it. What a mess.’

“Please Damian. Punish me until your anger subsides. I’ve killed many innocent people… I’m a piece of trash, a murderer. Please…”

Charlotte was unable to bear her guilt.

She wanted me to punish her.

Thankfully, it was nighttime, and no one was around.

But I didn’t know how long this situation would last.

I grabbed Charlotte’s trembling arm.

“Stand up, Charlotte.”

“No. I belong on the ground. That’s where I should be.”

Her self-esteem was crawling on the floor.

I had to somehow turn off this guilt switch.

“I’ll give you the punishment you want. Let’s move to a different place. How about that?”

Charlotte smiled brightly, like a priest meeting their deity.

“I don’t care where we go. Even if it’s to hell.”

“… Alright. Let’s go.”

I couldn’t send her to hell, but I hoped to find a way for Charlotte to atone with less suffering.

She couldn’t accept her own happiness, and I pitied her as I gently held her hand.

‘Charlotte is just a product of her environment.’

There are no villains without reason.

***

The Charlotte I read about in the novel was a calculating and rational person.

She always acted in her best interest, avoiding anything that would cause her harm.

Survival in the Orsia Kingdom demanded it.

‘I remember an episode involving a coachman.’

Charlotte was blocked by the formidable Elisha.

She couldn’t win over the crown prince and had to resort to drugging and kidnapping him to survive.

Bound in the kingdom, the crown prince asked why she had done it.

‘Why did you do this?’

Charlotte’s answer was indifferent.

‘Because I would die otherwise. Have you ever killed one of your own citizens with your own hands, Crown Prince?’

‘… No.’

‘I have. I was seven. And it wasn’t even my first kill. I killed a middle-aged coachman with a family to obey my father.’

The reason for the coachman’s death was simple.

‘My father wanted to eat horse meat.’

‘So why kill the coachman?’

‘Because without the horse, the coachman was no longer needed. My father asked me to handle it while he was surrounded by whores he had brought in.’

So, to survive, Charlotte killed the coachman.

She took a kitchen knife and went to the empty stable, hiding the knife behind her innocent face.

She stabbed the coachman in the back when he let his guard down.

‘As he died, the coachman didn’t resent me. Even though I was killing him. He looked at me with pity.’

Wondering why a child had to do such a thing, the coachman muttered pitifully as he watched young Charlotte kill him.

‘But I didn’t do it unknowingly. I did it fully aware. To survive… I became my father’s murder tool and survived. Because I am Charlotte, Princess of Orsia.’

The novel described Charlotte smiling at this moment, rationalizing and condemning her actions simultaneously.

‘In the end, she killed the king she hated and asked the crown prince to kill her.’

Longing for the mother who abandoned her upon birth, Charlotte lost her life at the hands of the crown prince, considering it her salvation.

“I have too many sins. I should die.”

“… Can you stop saying that, Charlotte? I’ve heard it over ten times.”

“But it’s true. My hands are stained with blood. They’re filthy.”

Charlotte smiled regretfully.

Currently, we were in Nadia’s art room.

Why Nadia’s art room?

Because…

‘In the evening, there’s nowhere better to go, and nowhere with soundproofing as good as the art room.’

I thought.

Nadia had told me before, “If I’m not there, just go in and rest. I like it when the art room is filled with Damian’s scent.”

She had given me a spare key.

And importantly, Nadia was likely to be in the dormitory today.

“First, Charlotte.”

“Yes Damian?”

I sat Charlotte down in a chair and sat across from her.

“You said you wanted me to punish you?”

“Yes. I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer like me. Punish me until your anger is gone. Please.”

“You’re okay with any form of punishment?”

Charlotte nodded enthusiastically, her face lighting up at the thought.

“Of course! I’m ready to accept any punishment for my sins!”

This wasn’t the proud and haughty Charlotte I knew.

To free her from her past guilt, I decided to use the method that seemed most effective.

“Charlotte, you said you have committed many sins?”

“Yes. I have many sins. I deserve any punishment.”

“Then, let’s do this.”

Clap!

I clapped my hands and shouted loudly for emphasis.

“Tell me one of your sins.”

“One of my sins…? There are so many. Just one?”

“Yes. First lie down on the sofa and close your eyes.”

“Okay.”

Without complaint, Charlotte followed my instructions, lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes.

She moved exactly as I directed.

I whispered softly in Charlotte’s ear.

“Place your hands on your stomach. Now take a deep breath in.”

“Inhale-”

“Exhale.”

“Exhale-”

Good.

She seemed willing to follow my treatment.

Savoring the scent of Charlotte’s presence, I whispered gently into her ear.

“Tell me the most memorable sin you’ve committed.”

“… If I do, will my guilt towards you go away?”

“Yes. It can go away.”

From now on, as I listened to her past, I also intended to address her identity issues.

‘This is close to hypnosis, and it will be painful to dig into her trauma. But I can’t miss this opportunity.’

Turning off her guilt switch while transforming her, I would unify Charlotte’s divided psyche.

The treatment would take a long time, but it was necessary to save her.

And if I knew how, I had to do it.

Slowly, I stroked Charlotte’s long hair and whispered softly in her ear.

“What was the hardest thing for you?”

“The hardest thing was when my friend and bodyguard, Rose, witnessed my first kill…”

It was likely that her identity split from this shock.

Split personalities often arose from such trauma.

“Who did you kill?”

Charlotte’s face twisted in pain at the question.

“It was… Rose’s mother… Rose saw me kill her…”

“…”

The story was darker than I had imagined.

But to heal Charlotte, I had to continue.

Hoping she could overcome her pain, I pressed on.

“How did you end up killing her?”

“My father… ordered me to… When I was seven, he told me to kill Rose’s mother… He said he’d kill me if I didn’t…”

“Why?”

“Rose’s mother was my maid… But because I was slow to mature… the blame fell on her…”

It was a brutal story.

Surprisingly, Rose still served as Charlotte’s bodyguard.

Didn’t she resent Charlotte?

In the original story, Rose died protecting the crown prince, so there wasn’t much description about her feelings.

‘It might be wise to be cautious around Rose. She could harbor resentment.’

Listening to Charlotte’s past and planning for the future, I noticed tears flowing from her eyes.

“I killed Rose’s mother to save myself. Maybe it should have been me who died.”

Drip! Drip!

Her tears showed no sign of stopping, and soon, they soaked the sofa.

I gently patted Charlotte’s head to comfort her.

“I still think you deserve to live.”

“W-Why? I’ve killed many people. How can you say I deserve to live after committing so many sins…?”

Killing is indeed a crime.

However, I believed the one who truly needed to atone wasn’t Charlotte.

In my view, she was ultimately a victim.

To lessen Charlotte’s guilt, I…

I gently held her blood-stained hands.

“I don’t think you’re bad. I believe the real bad person is someone else.”

“…”

“You think so too, don’t you, Charlotte? The real bad person is your father.”

“Sniff…”

Charlotte’s body shook.

She must have felt wronged and distressed.

She cried sorrowfully, tears streaming down her face.

As I slowly eased the burden of her guilt, Charlotte looked a bit more relieved.

She sobbed as she spoke.

“Sniff… I, I just wanted to live a normal life… I didn’t want to be a princess…”

“…”

We decided to keep today’s events a secret between us.

***

Charlotte cried herself to exhaustion.

It was natural since she had shed enough tears to soak the sofa.

I quietly observed her unconscious form.

‘Her eyelashes are long, and she has a certain grace, probably due to her lineage.’

Rather than pretty, the word ‘beautiful’ suited her more.

To merge her two personalities, I would need to continue easing her past guilt through sessions like today, which involved significant emotional pain.

Though this treatment method would take time, I was certain of the direction to take with Charlotte.

“… Hmm.”

At that moment, Charlotte’s eyelashes fluttered.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking puzzled.

“Where am I…?”

“You’re finally awake.”

“D-Damian?”

Charlotte sat up quickly and looked at me.

Judging by her tone and demeanor, she seemed to be in her princess persona.

She appeared unaware of where she was or what had happened.

‘She won’t know until she looks in the mirror and talks to herself.’

Since we agreed to keep it a secret, Charlotte wouldn’t remember the embarrassing episode of crying in front of me.

I spoke to the bewildered Charlotte.

“Have you not been eating well lately? You fainted from dizziness after apologizing.”

“I did? I apologized… That’s a relief. But where are we?”

“Nadia’s art room.”

“The place you entered with that girl?”

Nodding, Charlotte glanced around the art room.

The canvases were filled with paintings of my face.

The bizarre sight seemed to give her goosebumps, and she quickly stood up.

“Why’s the sofa wet—no, never mind that. What happened—no, that’s not it. I’ll be going now.”

Charlotte hurriedly got up and walked towards the door.

However.

“…”

As if feeling reluctant, she stopped in front of the door.

She turned back to me. With her face flushed, she spoke.

“…C ome.”

“What?”

“… Come with me. I feel weird.”

Her face was bright red.

She looked at me with tearful eyes and desperately said.

“I want to be with you. No, that’s not it. It’s just that something feels… off.”

“I don’t feel like myself… So let’s leave quickly, Damian. I feel strange.”

“… Alright. Let’s go together.”

As requested, I left the art room with Charlotte and walked through the academy grounds.

We were heading back to our respective dormitories, but during the walk, I noticed changes in Charlotte.

‘Whose feelings are these?’

Our pace was slow as if she wanted to spend more time with me.

Her ears were red as if she was feeling shy.

“…”

“…”

We walked in silence in that strange atmosphere.

It was hard for me to be sure which personality was showing these actions.

‘My goal was achieved, so I guess it’s not bad?’

I was determined to observe her closely, feeling a sense of dread about how these feelings would manifest.

I sensed it would not be easy.

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