I Thought a Villainess' Divorce Would Be Easy

Seeing Ellie’s face turn pale, she felt a little sorry.

Ellie returned after a long time and bowed her head, saying that she couldn’t find Rosa. It was suspicious that the head maid was away at this late hour.

Rosa suspected Ellie for a moment, wondering if she was lying because she was uncomfortable. However, Julie, who returned later, also told me that the head maid’s room was empty.

Even though the head maid was busy running around the mansion, it was very late now.

The two people who misunderstood Anthea’s troubled appearance as being upset, tried to leave the room, saying that they would ask the sleeping butler. Anthea stopped them and went back to bed.

The two maids who had been by Anthea’s side to take care of her passed out were staying in their seats with sleepy eyes.

“I kept holding you because I wasn’t sleepy. I’m sorry. Now, you can rest.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“If you need anything, feel free to pull the rope.”

“There’s probably nothing you’ll need to do. Sleep tight.”

After sending the two away, Anthea, who was left alone, thought of Bianca, whom she had seen during the day.

Anthea suppressed the corners of her lips that kept rising as she recalled Bianca smiling fondly at her.

“She’s finally here, the heroine Bianca.”

It was a moment she had been waiting for for years.

Anthea, who couldn’t hide her excitement as she rolled around on the bed, grabbed the doll on the nightstand.

“Bianca was really pretty…”

The corners of her lips went up without her knowing it. She used the doll as her confidant to pour out her feelings.

“Anthea is pretty too, but is it a different category? If a cute and lovable girl is the path I should take, then Bianca is a beautiful young lady.”

Even though she was wearing dull and worn-out commoner clothes, she was so pretty that it made her eyes sparkle. When she read the novel, she guessed she would be a calm beauty, but when she actually met her, she was so refreshing that it felt like the air around her was refreshing.

“She seems so refreshing, and I wish I could be friends with her~”

Anthea tightly held the doll in her hand.

“Oh, the persecution! No, at least ignore her.”

The decisive reason- why Richard lets Anthea go in the original.

It was the moment when she hurt Bianca in front of Richard.

“Oh, that’s right. The music box.”

Fortunately, she was relieved when he found the music box on the dresser.

It wasn’t right away, but when the time came, Anthea had to hurt Bianca. If possible, it would have been better to throw the music box according to the flow of the original to reduce the variables.

“Oh, I should have thrown it properly. What if I throw it wrong and get hurt? I should just let it brush her arm.”

Above all, she was troubled by the question of when to throw the music box.

It had to be after the male and female leads had become intimate, so she had to choose the right time.

* * *

After rolling around in bed for a while, Anthea woke up early in the morning and finished dressing up.

She told the servant who had come to offer Richard a meal early in the morning that she had no plans for the morning and sent him away.

She wanted to avoid meeting Richard as much as possible unless they had to be together.

In order to carry out the plan she had thought of the night before, Anthea ate cookies and a cup of tea to satisfy her empty stomach and moved her body with enthusiasm.

“I should throw something.”

“Throwing plates is the best way to relieve stress.”

“I’ll prepare small jars that you can throw.”

That damn plate. That damn jar.

“No. Get me a piece of wood this big.”

After telling her the approximate size of the music box, soon after, a piece of wood, a dartboard to be a target, and a dummy doll were placed in one corner of the garden that had been empty due to reorganization.

It was not comparable to the training ground, but it was a somewhat crude training ground.

“Madam, throw with all your might.”

“If it’s not enough, I’ll bring more. Cheer up.”

With Julie and Ellie’s sincere encouragement, Anthea began practicing throwing the wood block.

She threw the wood block that was just the right size to hold in her hand, and even though it was close, it hit the target doll right in the face.

Wow, if she hadn’t done this, she would have been in big trouble.

She thought she was finally realizing a talent that she didn’t even know she had.

“Madam. Don’t you want to try throwing a dagger?”

“No, can you stop making such scary suggestions?”

Hitting someone with a music box was scary enough, but a dagger? It was a terrible sound.

Anthea aimed for the arm this time, but it hit the neck again and fell.

She aimed for the arm again, and it hit the chest. The head. The stomach.

Anthea broke out in a cold sweat at the talent she didn’t know about.

“Wow, I thought our lady was weak, but she’s amazing.”

“You’re amazing, lady.”

No, the arm. Get hit in the arm!

Anthea suddenly got scared, thinking that the heroine would die a violent death.

As she was throwing pieces of wood to the point where sweat was dripping down her back, a passing knight seriously handed her a short wooden sword.

It was a wooden dagger made specifically for young rookie knights.

‘What is this? Why are you giving me this?’

She practiced for nothing, and when the perfect opportunity came, Bianca ended up getting stabbed with a wooden dagger instead of a music box.

She didn’t know how she would be retaliated if she inflicted too much damage on someone who had a divorce free pass because of a slight injury to her arm.

It was the moment when the wooden block throwing that had started out as a half-joke became serious.

“Madam, how about taking a break before throwing?”

It was the maid’s suggestion, who had realized over the past few days that Anthea was very fragile.

Seeing Julie’s worried face, Anthea put down the wooden block in her hand.

It didn’t seem like she had thrown much, but her shoulders were already sore and sweat was dripping down her forehead.

“Um… Should we take a break?”

“Yes, madam. The chef just happened to bring some snacks.”

She wondered why there was a white table and chair on one side, but it seemed to be prepared for resting.

She shook off her hands and was about to touch the snack that Harmon had brought, when suddenly she thought that these were usually things that the maids brought, and stared at Chef Harmon standing next to the table.

Cooking would make his clothes dirty, but Harmon always wore clean clothes and brought snacks to Anthea.

It seemed that he thought it was better to keep the Duchess’s hand in line than the Duke when it came to food.

Although he felt sorry for Harmon for doing useless things, he tried to commit a really small evil deed of complaining about food.

It was a very easy task, as he just had to frown a little at the moment he picked up a dessert that was beautifully placed on each plate and put it in his mouth.

“Oh, ma’am! Hello! It’s me, Bianca.”

The heroine appeared to interrupt that easy task.

Bianca, holding a heavy-looking laundry basket in both hands, spotted Anthea from afar and shouted. Anthea waved her hand slightly, thinking that she would introduce herself louder if she didn’t pretend to know her.

“Yes, ma’am! I’ll be right there!”

Bianca, who interpreted that in her own way, ran towards Anthea with a bright smile. It was surprising how fast he ran carrying that heavy thing.

“Madam, I don’t know how big the mansion is. It seems bigger than our village. Of course, our village is a bit small, but there is a pond and a well, and the well and pond here are much bigger, right?”

“It seems like it’s a good place to live.”

Bianca’s voice, pouring out before she could even ask, was excited.

“Yes, I have my own room. At home, the whole family sleeps in one room, and it’s so nice. Oh, have you been to the lake, Madam? There are fish as big as your arm jumping out. I’ll catch them and cook them soon.”

She didn’t think she should catch them.

Anthea just smiled, thinking that since Richard would probably agree anyway, it wouldn’t matter.

“Bianca, it looks heavy, is that okay?”

It meant that she had to finish what she was doing. Bianca, however, laughed brightly, put the laundry basket on the floor, and waved her arms.

“It’s a dry blanket, so it’s okay. Wet blankets are heavy, so sometimes you lose the basket. Oh, if I put my lady in the basket, I’ll never lose it.”

Julie and Ellie’s gazes turned fierce at Bianca’s unexpected remark.

“What kind of rude thing is that?”

“Are you going to kidnap our lady by putting her in the basket?”

No, why were they misunderstanding that again? Of course, she also wondered what that meant.

Before Anthea could even come forward, Bianca blinked her innocent and pretty eyes and asked again.

“My sisters like boong boong. Oh, boong boong is the sound that adults make when children go into a basket and shake it. Since our lady is small, she can easily fit in the basket, so I can make it fun for you.”

All the servants were speechless at Bianca’s calm, almost confident attitude.

Even though Anthea was light, it wasn’t enough for Bianca, who had a slim body, to swing around and around. However, everyone was amazed by Bianca’s cheerfulness, which made them pat her on the arm and tell her to trust her, and they couldn’t even find fault with her.

In the meantime, Anthea felt that the joy of meeting the heroine had turned into a headache.

‘When I read the novel, I didn’t know that the heroine was four-dimensional.’ 

In the original, Bianca usually acted sweetly and Anthea turned her back and remained silent. Naturally, the atmosphere was heavy, so Bianca’s lively side wasn’t revealed.

In reality, Bianca was very bright and didn’t seem to have any fear of nobles. Bianca’s attitude toward Anthea, who was just happy to see her as if she was meeting a neighbor, was embarrassing.

The servants couldn’t open their mouths because they were worried about where to start pointing it out. On the one hand, the Duchess was quiet, but it seemed that the fact that she was the first to act rashly was also one of the reasons. That’s why they silently reprimanded Bianca’s actions. However, Bianca seemed completely unaware of the atmosphere, and just stared at the dessert in front of Anthea with bright eyes.

‘Can’t you really feel this cold atmosphere, my lady?’

“Madam, if you don’t eat this cookie, can I eat it?”

 

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