BJ Villainess Chapter 125

Squire was a family of immense wealth thanks to land and compensation earned through long territorial wars. Although 100 years have passed since the loss of arcane magic, and much of its former glory has faded, the land never disappears.

 

More than one family would be in great trouble the moment they were blocked from using the roads or cities owned by Squire. Naturally, Duke Kapento had no choice but to use the roads the Squire had.

 

“Are you bringing the family into the children’s fight?”

 

“This is not a children’s fight. Duke Kapento, your foolish actions made matters worse.”

 

“Raul Squire!”

 

“Don’t call other people’s names carelessly, get it? Because it makes me feel dirty to hear my name from your lowly mouth.”

 

“You’ve been the worst since your undergraduate days! You damn thing!”

 

And two middle-aged dukes of the same age as they got older, had a fistfight in the chairman’s office. That day, rumors spread throughout the capital that the two had fought. Rumor has it that Duke Kapento was defeated in a fight purely of strength without the use of magic.

 

Anyway, while everyone focused on one confusing incident after another, Damian concentrated all his attention elsewhere. It was the dungeon report written by Theresa. Once the report was reviewed, it could be viewed in Valhalla’s dungeon archives room. But just waiting for that short period of time was strangely difficult.

 

When he woke up in the dungeon, he wondered why he and Theresa were overlapping their lips in tears and why she was sobbing at him. It was to the point he was really angry. Snap!

 

The morning of the same day that Theresa’s report arrived in the archives room, Damian arrived at the school much earlier than usual and headed straight there. When he saw that the report he wanted to check so much was plugged into the spot where they kept most recent reports, Damian hesitated momentarily.

 

Will reading this report help him? Actually, he thought not.

 

I must no longer be deeply entangled with Theresa.

 

There was a loud alarm in his mind, but his hand was already holding the report. The report contained information he couldn’t have guessed.

 

Theresa sponsored a 10-year-old orphan. Her first meeting with him. His own irrational obsession. The time skipped and the bad choices she made.

 

“Dark organization.”

 

At that point, he burst into laughter. It seemed that his newly created self in the dungeon was a piece of trash that was no different from him now. However, Theresa didn’t give up on ‘Damian’. She continued to hold out her hand, even though several times he coldly rejected the situation.

 

Is it all true?

 

The dungeon report couldn’t be verified as true except by the parties involved, so it was possible to manipulate it. However, if you do that, you might be caught by the emperor who had good eyes and be beheaded.

 

It was hard to believe in Theresa’s strangely sacrificial attitude. It felt so strange. The strangest thing was how to regain one’s memories.

 

“The memory comes back when we kiss after getting the perfect likeability…”

 

A perfect likeability. It was an ambiguous expression, but as he read through the report, he could tell from the context that he loved Theresa and wanted to marry her.

 

Tuk. Damian clutched his chest. He felt an unpleasant pain. Unexplained sadness and hatred boiled over, as if he was trapped inside something and struggling.

 

“…”

 

Damian closed the report and calmly organized his thoughts. This ‘Damian’ is not himself. He was nothing more than a remnant created by the demon playing with his body. So that Damian’s actions and choices had nothing to do with him. Maybe, just in case, he didn’t need to make such an assumption.

 

Damian was trying to put the dungeon report back when he encountered an unexpected person. “I see you’re here, Clyde.”

 

Clyde lifted the dungeon report in his hand. “I was curious.”

 

Damian was looking at the original, so he probably picked up a copy.

 

The two people made eye contact and thought at the same time. A bad-tempered fellow.

 

Although the size of the archives room was enormous, it wasn’t so much that they couldn’t feel each other’s presence. However, the fact that no presence was felt either meant that they had received specialized training for such work or that there was something that couldn’t be easily detected at a human level. Neither one was normal.

 

They simultaneously put the dungeon report in one place and then frowned. Clyde didn’t want to deal with Damian anymore, so he walked away. But Damian’s words stopped him before he could take a single step.

 

“I think Theresa is very kind.”

 

Clyde looked back at Damien with a crooked look. “Kind? You’re talking nonsense.”

 

“I mean it. Oh, wasn’t she kind to you?”

 

Damian let out a sound that scratched his nerves. Then Clyde turned and looked straight at Damian.

 

“She’s not kind, she’s probably crazy. To die on behalf of others and risk death.”

 

This time, Damian’s smile went off. The words ‘risk death’ were aimed at him.

 

Damian asked. “Do you believe in Theresa?”

 

“Yes.”

 

That was a very firm answer.

 

“So it seems you don’t believe in Theresa. Ah, you don’t want to believe her?”

 

Damian burst into laughter when he heard Clyde’s sarcasm. Why are they having such a childish fight? It was a waste of time.

 

“Think as you please.” Damian left the archives room as if he wouldn’t respond to the pointless argument.

 

Unlike the cold sneer on his lips, a heat welled up inside him. When his mind was racing with the thought of somehow breaking Clyde’s solid trust, he detected a familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs from downstairs. This was Theresa’s presence.

 

As soon as Damian realized that, he changed his destination and went downstairs. But someone was following right next to him. It was Clyde. The two competitively called Theresa, who was coming upstairs.

 

“Theresa.”

 

“Theresa!”

 

“Oh my gosh! That scared me.”

 

Theresa pressed her fluttering chest tightly and looked at them, puzzled. “Do you have business with me?”

 

They couldn’t answer easily.

 

He just wanted to monopolize Theresa, not because he had any business with her.

 

It was Clyde who opened his mouth first. “Let’s have lunch together.”

 

Then Therese scratched her cheek. “What should I do? I have a previous engagement.”

 

Then Libby, who had just arrived at school and was on her way to the classroom, called Theresa in a lively voice. “Older Sister!”

 

Libby ran to her sister, crossed her arms, and found Clyde and Damian standing side by side on the stairs, looking awkward. “Uh, hello… Older Sister, you’re on your way to the lab, right?”

 

“Yes. Do you want to go to Reini too? We decided to have lunch together today.”

 

“Yes! Let’s go quickly!”

 

Therese notified the two men before leaving. “I’ll be leaving first.”

 

There was nothing they could do but let Theresa and Libby go.

 

* * *

 Clyde was stuck at school instead of the dungeon for the first time in a while. He worked on the student council, attended classes, and occasionally visited Theresa. But why is it so difficult to eat with Theresa?

 

These days, her relationship with her younger sister has become much closer. Hence, he found it quite annoying that she carried her around with her wherever she went.

 

Clyde came face to face with Libby in a quiet hallway. Libby greeted him with a very timid look on her face, feeling that the look in his eyes was like that of a bully who had found his prey.

 

“Hello, Senior…”

 

As she was about to run away, Clyde called out to her, waving his hand. “Hey, Theresa’s younger sister. Come here.”

 

Just looking at his actions, it was hard to tell whether he was the student council president or a bully.

 

“My name is Libby…”

 

Clyde ignored Libby’s mutter and spoke of the complaint. “Don’t have lunch with Theresa today.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Instead, I will grant you whatever you want with the authority of the student council president.”

 

“I don’t really want anything… Ah.”

 

Libby opened her shrinking shoulders with a thoughtful look on her face. “Then, could you please let me have lunch with Lord Zakari? Of course, if Lord Zakari wants it.”

 

“Have you met Zakari?”

 

Libby blushed and twisted her hair with her hands. “Yes. I really wanted to repay him for helping me…”

 

Zakari completely lacked the concepts of sociability, interaction, and socializing. Likewise, even someone like Clyde, who didn’t particularly excel in those areas, was tongue-tied.

 

If it was a normal person, they would feel a barrier to Zakari’s dull expression and tone of voice and wouldn’t be willing to get close to him.

 

Is it because she’s Theresa’s younger sister? She’s a bit weird too.

 

“I don’t think he’ll refuse, but I’ll ask. So, do you accept my offer?”

 

“Yes!”

 

After defeating Libby, Clyde went to Reini this time. Reini approached him, who came to the lab, and greeted him.

 

“Hello, Senior. How did you get to the lab…?”

 

“I’d like to have lunch with Theresa today, so I would like to ask for your understanding.”

 

It felt like he would blow up the lab if she didn’t accept it.

 

“Ah, I see…”

 

Reini happened to be Theresa’s lunchmate, but she actually didn’t mind eating alone. That’s why she extended an offer.

 

“When Senior is at school, I won’t have lunch with Senior Theresa. How is it?”

 

Clyde reached out. “Sounds good. If you ever need anything, feel free to come to the student council.”

 

Reini shook Clyde’s hand energetically with sparkling eyes. “Great. If there is anything I can help Senior further, please let me know.”

 

That’s how the lunch treaty was signed.

 

Now all the interrupters have been cleared, as soon as Clyde finishes the major class, he blocks Theresa’s path like a debt collector. “Let’s have lunch with me today.”

 

“…? Okay.”

 

Theresa didn’t have a lunch appointment today, so she decided to eat a sandwich alone and read a book. In the meantime, Clyde asked her to eat together, and she had no reason to refuse it.

 

The two headed for the Theresa restaurant.

 

“It’s really hard to have a meal with you even once.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

Clyde chuckled. “You don’t have to know.”