BJ Villainess Chapter 169

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Rofan-Addicted Young Lady’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Oh my god.]

 

The situation was so bewildering that even the constellation ‘Rofan-Addicted Young Lady,’ who always made elegant and rational comments, could utter that phrase.

 

I carefully dodged the menacing blade and timidly greeted first. “Greetings to Your Majesty the Emperor…”

 

Though I couldn’t stand up to offer a proper greeting, doing so was better than not doing anything in front of the emperor, known for his extreme reactions. Despite the crisis, I greeted him, but he just sneered.

 

“Break into my bedroom and greet me first? What a polite traitor.”

 

“I have absolutely no intention of treason!”

 

At my outcry, Euges frowned. “Keep your voice down. It’s giving me a headache.”

 

Desperately, I clasped my hands and whispered as quietly as a marching ant, trying to explain. “This is an accident, Your Majesty. I never intended to come to Your Majesty’s bedroom. It wasn’t out of my own will but an unexpected mishap that brought me here.”

 

“Oh, so you were dragged here against your will to see my detestable face?”

 

Aah…!

 

Catching the tail of my words and twisting them to put me in a difficult position was a tactic Euges loved, and just as I was about to burst with frustration, he said, “I’m in a very good mood today, so I’ll forgive you.”

 

I was dumbfounded by the unexpected luck. What change of wind has made him so easily forgiving? Anyway, this was a chance not to be missed.

 

“Your leniency overwhelms me, Your Majesty. Then, I shall take my leave now…”

 

“That won’t be possible.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“I said I would forgive you, not that you could leave.”

 

Euges then set aside his sword, untied the sash of his robe, and began to tie my wrists together with it.

 

Ding!

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[The best moment of my life.]

 

“Why suddenly this…?” As I looked at him questioningly about my tied wrists, Euges smiled slyly.

 

“Either way, Lady is an intruder who entered the emperor’s bedroom without permission, so this measure is necessary. Who knows if you might attempt to harm me.”

 

The words, ‘Then couldn’t you just send me home?’ came up to the end of my throat, but I just let him tie my wrists without resistance.

 

Though I couldn’t see Euges’s face as he bowed, I heard him chuckle. By the time he had even tied a ribbon, I almost commented on the left ribbon being askew.

 

He seems genuinely pleased. The man, who spends 364 days of the year in a foul mood, seemed unusually content today.

 

What day is it today? As I was trying to recall his profile, Euges finished tying the ribbon.

 

“Pretty.”

 

Should I say thank you?

 

Flabbergasted, I managed to say, “Yes, Your Majesty. You’re quite skilled with your hands.”

 

Euges leaned at an angle and looked at the butterfly wings. “I heard Duke Squire is busy. Could it be because you recovered the lost arcane magic?”

 

I don’t know if this is truly arcane magic or not, but it was clear the Squire family would be troubled. Perhaps that’s why Euges’s previously good mood visibly soured as he sneered chillingly.

 

“Seems God loves you terribly.”

 

His voice carried both rage and despair.

 

“I’m rather unlucky, aren’t I?” Euges drank from his glass. “Sigh. But why are the wings only the shadow?”

 

“I’m not yet sure…”

 

Before I could finish that I hadn’t figured it out, Euges’s large hand brushed over my back to feel the wings, sending shivers down my spine. His light purple eyes remained fixed on the wings.

 

“The butterfly resembles you.”

 

What did that mean?

 

“It’s clearly visible but still incomprehensible. The Squire butterfly must be familiar.”

 

That comment made me blink in realization. “Your Majesty knows about the Squire butterfly?”

 

“Perhaps?”

 

Euges played coy and moved towards a table filled with bottles. I hurriedly followed him, pouring more drink into his empty glass.

“You know everything, Your Majesty.”

 

“That too is debatable. Lately, the one thing I can’t figure out is you.”

 

He sucked the cigar in and puffed the smoke on my face. When I held my breath quickly, he giggled, amused by my reaction, but I really wanted to hit him once. It seemed he had no intention of revealing anything about the Squire butterfly.

 

Sighing with defeat, I spoke, “Wouldn’t it be problematic if someone found me in Your Majesty’s bedroom, especially given my current attire, which might lead to misunderstandings?”

 

The sleeve dress I wore was certainly not appropriate for the imperial palace. Euges scanned me from head to toe to see if he had the same thought.

 

“Indeed, it’s the first time I’ve seen a woman in such a sorry state before me. Such an appearance might indeed look too intimate.”

 

“Right?”

 

“But I don’t want to let you go.”

 

As I pursed my lips in displeasure, Euges, chuckling, lounged on the sofa, almost lying down.

 

“You may leave once I fall asleep.”

 

Given his insomnia, that was essentially telling me not to leave at all.

 

“Come, sit here and sing me a lullaby or something.”

 

I had no choice but to go to the seat he pointed to and sit down.

 

Ding!

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[But why are the emperor’s hands like that?]

 

Only then did I notice Euges’s hands in my view. Indeed, both of his hands were in terrible shape, clearly sore and untreated. I quickly averted my gaze, knowing better than to suggest treating his wounds.

 

“Would it be alright even though I’m terribly bad at singing?”

 

Aware of where my gaze had been, Euges asked, “Won’t you ask why my hands are injured?”

 

“I thought Your Majesty wouldn’t want me to ask that.”

 

Surprised by my response, Euges raised his eyebrows.

 

“You look pretty dull but quite perceptive.”

 

If I had asked, I would have been involved in a number of cases that would bother me badly. He seemed disappointed that he couldn’t torment me with that line of questioning.

 

Suddenly, Euges asked as if remembering something. “Ah. Did I ever tell you why I’m in a good mood today?”

 

“Your Majesty hasn’t.”

 

Though he didn’t say it, I had a guess.

 

“It’s the day my mother died.”

 

This detail wasn’t covered in the game due to its dark nature. But knowing his trauma, I realized what day it was.

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Sunfish Emperor Euges’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[What…? I thought he was just a tyrant, but now I’m a bit concerned…]

 

“Do you know why I sentence criminals to burning at the stake?”

 

“…I don’t know.”

 

It’s a lie. I knew why.

 

Euges murmured in a sleepy voice. “It hurts. Really… really hurts.”

 

Thus, he inflicted the most cruel punishment he knew on criminals, the most brutal form of pain he was familiar with.

 

Soon, Euges’s eyelids dropped. The glass in his hand fell, and I quickly caught it before it could shatter.

 

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

 

Or was the alcohol numbing his pain?

 

Though I wanted to leave, seeing him sleep so deeply made it difficult.

 

Euges is dangerous. Unlike Ilya, who didn’t pity himself, Euges wallowed in self-pity, which made him cruel. He could slit my throat at any slight, yet I felt pity for him.

 

“Still, I can’t just leave these hands.”

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘You Don’t Do Like Theresa Did’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[I still can’t believe this game doesn’t have a saintess. If she’s not a saintess, what is she?]

 

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Passerby Constellation’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Of all the BJs who possess their own creations, she’s the most devoted.]

 

I struggled to untie the ribbon around my wrists, then got up. It seemed best to treat his hands while he was asleep. If I tried while he was awake, it might end with the imperial doctor executed for offending him.

 

Click. Peeking out the bedroom door, I saw the chief of the chamberlain, Bein, looking at me in shock. I whispered, “Please give me something to treat his hands.”

 

Seeing my gesture, Bein whispered back after a quick glance at the door, “Is His Majesty asleep?”

 

As I nodded, Bein again calmly held out a tray of ointments and cloth.

 

“Please take care of him, Princess.” He looked at me almost like a savior, which is quite burdensome.

 

I smiled awkwardly and got the tray back to Euges. He remained asleep as I treated his hands.

 

Before asking the butterfly to take me home, I gently smoothed his furrowed brows, worried he might be having a nightmare.

 

“…This is troubling.”

 

The more I wished to avoid entanglement with Euges, the more I found myself pitying him.