She is the Daughter of the Villainess in a Ridiculous Novel - Chapter 94
Little Veil, that is, Idel, continued to play her role effectively after that.
As the saying goes, even a dog can recite poetry after three years; it was thanks to her younger sibling’s constant chatter that the chaotic situation became somewhat clear.
As a result…
[The author is a woman, and she keeps thinking about a girl she became close with at the orphanage, feeling an inexplicable connection with her?
Do you have any unusual physical traits? If so, ask her if she has anything like that too. You might have a lost family member.]
“Doesn’t this story seem like Little Veil is right again? The author didn’t reveal her name in the feedback, but there’s only one family that has recently registered a grown daughter…”
Idel had also helped reunite a family lost due to a midwife’s mistake…
[I lost my fiancé in an accident and fell in love with a young lord whom I met by chance, but lately, it seems like my former fiancé is appearing as a ghost…
When I wake up, my hair is always brushed as he used to do, and at some point, the young lord, who I fell in love with, started tying ribbons just like my former fiancé did.
It seems your former fiancé might still be alive. Try talking to the young lord about it.]
[Little Veil! I sent in a story before, and it was about him…! I thought he had died in an accident, but he’s actually alive! His face was severely changed due to the accident, and it was hard for him to reveal the truth to me, who had just gathered my feelings. Thank you, Little Veil. If it weren’t for you, I would have suffered from guilt and eventually ended the relationship.]
She also resolved a romantic relationship that was about to become tangled.
Of course, Idel didn’t just play the problem solver for three years.
As the number of issues she resolved as Little Veil increased, she continuously received requests to send personal thank-you letters and gifts in return.
‘Thanks to you, I found significant clues regarding Nox… especially concerning that merchant.’
The merchant was famous for obtaining items that ordinary people found difficult to procure and hence was entangled in various matters.
The very first story about amnesia was also orchestrated by that merchant. Wasn’t it the mother of the young lord, who opposed the marriage until the end, that commissioned it?
‘And one of the pieces of information I obtained about the merchant was that he came from the abandoned orphanage I visited back then.’
So that was why he had said back then that it was a “hard-earned treasure.” It was a kind of gift for Melisa.
‘Unfortunately, I still don’t know where or how the treasure was obtained.’
It was while she was shrugging her shoulders and writing a reply to the remaining stories that Diane entered the room with Vilred, lightly knocking on the door.
“Idel, it’s tea time! Are you free for a moment?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”
“Yes! I’ll prepare it now!”
As if it were a matter of course, Diane began to prepare the tea, while Vilred took out some potions and magical tools that he had stored under the cart.
‘This is the second biggest change that has happened so far.’
Bringing Vilred into the Clementine Duke’s family.
After the Crown Prince’s funeral, Idel shared facts with Count Bright and Ivan that she had not mentioned before.
That Sigmund was the Crown Prince’s twin, that Melisa was a member of Nox and had a curse placed on her, and that she wasn’t even a real woman.
‘Since we’ve decided to move together, it’s actually safer to have no secrets.’
After a moment of shock, the two quickly composed themselves. They didn’t offer much comfort. Instead, the Bright couple showed their support for Idel through their actions.
They registered Vilred as a branch of the vassal family that managed the Bright Count’s territory.
With a design so intricate that it could only be understood after several connections, Sylvia was able to bring him into the Duke’s family without finding any particular issues. No longer as Vilred, but as ‘Colton Davis.’
‘Oh, speaking of which, Sylvia’s reaction when she was re-employed by the Duke’s family was quite something. It was really something to see back then.’
Recalling the past, Idel instinctively touched her chin.
A small scar remained at that spot.
It was because Melisa had vented her frustration by throwing a wine bottle upon hearing the news that the Duke and his wife had called Sylvia back into the Duke’s family.
One of the shattered pieces of the wine bottle just happened to graze her chin.
Of course, Melisa didn’t even know that Idel was hurt. Her main concern was not Idel but rather the fact that the pesky insect she had chased away had returned to Rowena’s side.
‘Sylvia? They’re calling Sylvia back? Ha, when did my sister become so easily swayed? Rowena wouldn’t have made this decision even out of guilt or responsibility…! Is it because of that rat-like Duke?’
‘Am I supposed to just watch her fawning over Rowena again? That can’t happen! Rowena should have no one to rely on but me after losing the Duke! I have to do something…’
Idel remembered every detail of Melisa’s appearance that day without missing a beat.
Her hands trembling with rage, her feet pacing obsessively around the room, her contorted expression, her lips bleeding from biting them so hard, and the contempt evident in her gaze.
Even now, if she closed her eyes, she could picture Melisa’s face.
The reason was obvious and simple.
‘It was satisfying to see Melisa throwing a tantrum.’
It was a stroke of luck that she had to leave the room due to her chin injury.
If she had stayed there, Idel wouldn’t have been able to suppress the thrill coursing through her and would have burst out laughing right then and there.
That day, she would have laughed at the smile he had worn confidently while on the secret staircase of the Duke’s family.
As Idel recalled that exhilarating scene, Vilred approached her.
Vilred had transformed into the neat appearance he had promised. His gray hair had turned into an ordinary brown, and his green eyes had become a deep hazel.
However, the weariness still lingered in the atmosphere, so even with his changed appearance, a sense of lethargy emanated from Vilred.
‘It’s strange, but seeing Vilred here doesn’t feel bad.’
What could she say? It felt like evidence of her relentless efforts in this hopeless world.
Just as she was staring blankly at Vilred preparing, he sent her a few glances before finally raising one eyebrow and sighing.
“…What is it now? If you have something to say, spill it now. Or is there something on my face?”
Seeing his expression reminiscent of Sigmund, Idel shrugged as if it were nothing.
“No, it’s just that I’ve gotten used to your way of speaking.”
“Well… you get used to anything if you do it long enough. Please hurry and lend me your hand. I’m busy.”
Scratching his head at the comment that it was nothing, he took Idel’s outstretched hand.
The most effort Vilred had put into entering the Duke’s family was delicately lifting Idel’s curse without Melisa noticing.
“Ugh.”
“Just bear with it. It’s more intense because we’re getting closer to the core.”
Idel gritted her teeth, trying hard to ignore the prickling sensation like needles.
The process of lifting the curse was both tedious and painful. Just like when she first realized the curse, she had to remove the thorns that bound her heart and body one by one.
‘It’s just like erasing tattoos that were inscribed on my body.’
Fortunately, after three years of consistent treatment from Vilred, the brainwashing curse that had entangled Idel had significantly weakened.
‘To completely lift it, he mentioned that a rather bizarre method would be necessary.’
He said she needed to strongly desire to break the curse while covered in Melisa’s blood.
Vilred had said it was almost impossible, but he would look for alternatives, though it probably wouldn’t be of much use.
‘…If the brainwashing curse has weakened this much, there might not be any way at all.’
As Idel recalled Melisa’s increasingly concrete “Duke assassination plan,” Vilred, sweating as he fragmented the curse with his magic, let out a deep sigh.
“Ha… Phew, there, it’s done. Now take the potion.”
“…Give it to me.”
Watching Idel drink the potion without hesitation, Vilred muttered in amazement.
“Idel, you really drink potions well. That must be hard to swallow. Sigmund would throw a tantrum just at the sight of that potion.”
“That’s good information.”
“Oh, by the way, I heard you had a chance to meet Sigmund recently?”
