How To Survive As a Villain on the Verge of Death

CHAPTER 107

Even though it was not clearly visible due to the distance, it was so similar that it was clearly noticeable. Just as the child was climbing down the tree, Terence caught the child’s body. The child was in Terence’s arms, wrapping his arms around him. Terence spoke reproachfully while holding the child.

 

“I told you not to put it up high.”

 

She looked around to see who he was talking to, but there was no one nearby. At that time, a familiar arrogant tone was heard from the tree.

 

[The little boy is safe because I am with him. Do you not trust me?]

 

A cat with jet black fur slowly walked out from among the leaves. The moment she saw that, she felt like she had been hit on the head by her.

 

‘You… Why are you here?’

 

The cat sitting on the branch was Bayan.

 

“Yes, I don’t believe it. Last time, you floated him on the water and almost dropped him, right?”

 

[I just struggled so hard that I almost lost it for a moment.]

 

Bayan made an excuse with an embarrassed expression. She realized one more thing while watching it.

 

‘What? You two can understand each other.’

 

So, would she have learned how to control holy power in the future? So she was able to give Bayan holy powers? She guessed she gained enough spiritual power to be able to lift the child up the tree. If Bayan was there, was she still living in the capital at this point? Since living together, they have become very attached, and Bayan often plays with Terence’s child. That’s how she sorted out the situation with her confused head. Because there was no other answer to understand this situation.

 

At that time, the child smiled innocently and said.

 

“Father, let’s go to mother now!”

 

The moment the child lifted his head, his cute face with plump breasts was clearly visible. Round eyes that shine brightly. The moment she confirmed the color of those eyes, she stopped in shock.

 

‘…I guess not.’

 

There were countless people in this world with blue eyes. About half of the people she saw had blue or green eyes.

 

“Okay, I should go now.”

 

Terence said and walked down the garden path holding his child. Bayan, who was on the tree branch, also followed Terrence step by step.

 

‘You said you were going to see your mother right now, right?’

 

Although she was curious about who the child’s mother was, she had a dual feeling of not wanting to find out.

 

‘…Still, I’ll have to see it.’

 

She followed them slowly. Terence headed to the north side of the garden with the child in his arms. She had been to this mansion several times, but the northern garden was still unfamiliar to her. But still, she knew where this was. She had only been there once, but she remember it clearly.

 

‘This place… It’s the graveyard at the Grand Duke’s mansion.’

 

She once went to the tomb of the deceased Grand Duchess here. The cemetery was similar to the one she saw before, but there was a particularly unique difference. The flagstones on the floor were all stained black. As if black soot had stuck to the stone.

 

‘What? Was there a fire?’

 

Terence stopped in front of a marble tombstone and set down his child. It was another grave near the grave of the former Grand Duchess. Feeling an ominous feeling, she walked to where she could see the tombstone. The marble tombstone had the name of the deceased and the year of birth and death written on it.

 

The moment she checked the words written there, she felt like she was covered in cold water from head to toe.

 

[Princess of the Albion Empire. Grand Duchess Lenz. Eve Albion.]

 

‘…me? This… My grave?’

 

She read the date written on the back with trembling eyes. That was the official date of death, the date she died. The date of her death written on the tombstone was about two years after her wedding.

 

‘So you’re saying I’ll die in two years?’

 

“Can I give flowers to my mother?”

 

“You’ve been preparing for it for a few days now.”

 

After hearing Terence’s answer, the child took out a small folded paper flower from his pocket.

 

It was a Rastana flower made with clumsy workmanship. The child put it down in front of the tombstone.

 

‘…Now, wait a minute, so this is my son? Is this my grave?’

 

The small flower placed in front of the tombstone looked particularly lonely. The child looked up at Terence and asked if he felt that too.

 

“Can I go over there and pick some more flowers?”

 

“Okay, you shouldn’t go far instead.”

 

The child ran towards the flower beds outside the cemetery. The moment the child disappeared, the smile slowly disappeared from Terence’s face. He turned his gaze back to the tombstone. The face, with all the happy energy drained from it, was as cold as a corpse. He looked so comfortable when holding the child.

 

Bayan, who was next to him, raised his small front paw and patted Terence’s leg.

 

[Don’t blame yourself. It was all thanks to your efforts that the saintess was able to survive for a year.]

 

“What could I have done? God found her quickly, so she lived a long time.”

 

[I discovered it too late. I never thought he would do such an evil thing to a pregnant person.]

 

Something evil? What was that? Who did it? She moved closer to hear their conversation more closely. Only then would she be able to get a hint about her death.

 

The closer she got, the thicker the black soot on the flagstones became. But why was it so dark here? Did the fire spread from in front of her grave? 

 

Terence’s quiet voice continued.

 

“But there isn’t much left now.”

 

Bayan looked up at him with sad eyes.

 

[Is it still not enough even after everything has become like this?]

 

At first, she didn’t understand what Bayan was saying. She realized Bayan was looking at the floor one tempo late. To be exact, the black flagstones in front of her grave.

 

“…It’s not enough.”

 

Terence’s purple eyes, looking at her grave, gradually became dark. A desperate anger and resentment whose depth is unknown.

 

“I will bring everyone here who is connected to the Albion family, leaving no one behind. I swore I would.”

 

‘…’

 

Only then did she knew. What were these black traces that look like they were burned? This was blood. The blood that flowed countless times in front of her grave. Before the blood that spilled on the flagstone was washed away, it got on it again. After repeating the process countless times, the entire floor was discolored black.

 

“Father!”

 

The child was running here again, holding a small bouquet of flowers. A familiar man also appeared behind him. He was Camion in military uniform.

 

Terence smiled and held out his hand to his child. His face, looking back at the child, instantly changed into that of a loving father. The sad expression and miserable eyes from a moment ago were nowhere to be found.

 

‘…Oh yeah. I forgot.’

 

How good of an actor was this man? The child placed a bouquet of small flowers in front of the cemetery with his tiny fern-like hands.

 

“Will my mother like it?”

 

“…Well, I’m sure she’ll like it.”

 

Terence hugged the child and kissed his forehead. Camion, who entered the cemetery, spoke carefully to Terence, who was holding his child.

 

“I received a call from the imperial palace. You must go back now.”

 

He cautiously called out to Terence, who stood there without answering. With an unexpected and unfamiliar name.

 

“Your majesty.”

 

The moment she heard that, she felt like her heart went cold. As soon as he stiffened in shock, her vision became dark.

 

That was the end of the premonition.

 

* * *

 

When she opened her eyes again, she was in the bedroom. She saw a great future. She was still dazed and confused by the scene she had just seen. But there was no time to be distracted. As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Terence’s dark eyes.

 

A cold, expressionless face that was a million years removed from the bright smile holding the child.

 

“I…”

 

How long had she been like this? How many seconds was it? Or how many minutes? She must have been as frozen as a stone statue while looking at the premonition. It was understandable that the other person was dumbfounded that she was lost in this situation without even talking.

 

Terence’s purple eyes looking at her were darker than before.

 

‘I just saw the future. I died giving birth, so you took revenge and destroyed the imperial family. Oh, our child was a son.’

 

…The atmosphere seemed too serious to say this. It was such an incredible future that she had no idea where to start talking about it. Should she tell him? It was a moment when she was thinking hard about her words.

 

A low voice was heard from above.

 

“Why is the princess so obsessed with divorce?”

 

“…what?”

 

“You said you wanted to live quietly and avoid the risk of assassination, but now even if you escape the capital, the Emperor or the second prince will not leave you in peace.”

 

That was it. Her original plan of ‘just get married and leave quietly a few years later when the situation stabilizes’ has now virtually gone to waste. Because of her, the Empress’s family was ruined, and the Empress was in danger of being dethroned. Not only Sorel, but also Vilos must be burning a grudge against her because of this incident. Now, getting divorced within a few years and living comfortably in a quiet place has become an impossible dream. On the contrary, it would be much more dangerous if she left the Grand Duke’s house and stayed alone.

 

According to the prediction she just saw, even though she was in the Grand Duke’s family, she would have died two years later, but if she became independent now, there was a high possibility that she wouldn’t last even half a year, let alone two years. Since she was a princess by name, she wouldn’t be able to run away to another country. If she went to another country and got caught, she would die or become a hostage.

 

Terence quietly asked a question.

 

“It would be safer for you to stay by my side. Why are you still insisting on divorce?”

 

“That…”

 

The reason she made divorce a condition from the beginning was not just because she wanted to live a quiet and simple life. This was because she thought it would be good for this man if she just broke up.

 

“I think Terence wants a divorce.”

 

Having seen the original, she knew how much this man hated Eve. She thought this was just a temporary contractual relationship and she shouldn’t attach unnecessary affection to it, so she drew a clearer line. Because there was absolutely no chance of them doing well.

 

She thought she shouldn’t be holding on to this man.

 

“Then…”

 

Terence asked, looking at her closely.

 

“If I don’t want a divorce, what will you do then?”

 

It was a simple question, but the purple eyes looking at her contained a sincere emotion demanding an answer. Terence didn’t want a divorce? It was something she could never have imagined. She thought they had built up some camaraderie over the time, but of course she thought Terrence would want a divorce. Because there was no way this man could have the slightest romantic feelings for her.

 

‘…’

 

Suddenly, the image of Terence from the prediction came to mind. The figure standing in front of her grave, as empty and lonely as a cold tombstone. He seemed like a man who had burned everything and all that was left was ashes. He was a man with no hope or passion left.

 

‘I thought that when I was gone, he would meet someone else and live well.’

 

She had no idea that Terence would feel so guilty and have a hard time over her death. Would they be that close in the future? There were many surprising details in the prediction she just saw, but that was the most shocking part. They became so close that they even had a child. It was only a few minutes ago that she rejected Terence because she was thinking about their breakup. But she got pregnant within a year… It was something she couldn’t believe. She was thinking of breaking up just a little while ago, but within a year they became that close and had a child?

 

No matter how bad she was, wasn’t this a too drastic change in attitude?

 

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Translator Note:

A child!! Oh, my God! And at the same time, poor Terence T^T

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  1. Ansiosa para saber o final dessa história

  2. Sumeyye says:

    Thanks for translation. I hope Eve would try running away from Terence.

    1. Natasha801 says:

      Oh, why should she run away from Terence?

  3. Nina says:

    (ಥ﹏ಥ)oh my god.I am still shocked.Poor Eve.
    Thank you,Dear translator♡

  4. Natasha801 says:

    Thank you for the translation!❤️

  5. chaerium says:

    I…I dont get it xD if the timeline was 2 yrs in the future from now on, why is their child alrdy able to walk and speak straightforwardly? Even in a fantasy setting, its hard to believe a one year old acts almost like a 5 yr old LMAO

    1. nashiralibrae says:

      I think the scene was already years she died.

    2. Mimi says:

      She died after 2 years, but the prediction is years later her death

  6. Bubbly_BingeReaderRN says:

    I hope she tells this to Terrence. So they can decide together

  7. nashiralibrae says:

    Just get on with it. Hahaha. Don’t you want to see you child? And you can change the future!
    Thanks translator!

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