The Time-Limited Villain Supports My Breakup

Chapter 58

｡･:*:･ﾟ★ Translated by Sienna ｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

At that moment, the lady’s personal maid, a girl with orange hair, grumbled.

“The lady is too much. How are we supposed to find something in this huge place without any clues?”

“It must be really valuable. Otherwise, why would she ask us to find it?”

Hearing this, Vanier’s eyes gleamed with interest.

The fact that she had entrusted the task only to the servants she had brought, without involving others, implied it was something important.

‘What could it be?’

Vanier held her breath.

Then Sukia let out a deep sigh and spoke in a louder voice.

“How on earth are we supposed to find the letter from her deceased mother on this huge estate?”

“……!”

Vanier’s eyes widened like never before.

Duke Peregrine cherished his deceased youngest daughter, Amila Peregrine, deeply.

It was because she had been sickly and had strongly resembled the late Duchess.

So Vanier told the Duke some of the anecdotes about Amila that she had heard from her mother.

Although the Duke had remained silent at the time, he didn’t dismiss her.

Vanier was the only one who knew stories about his daughter that he didn’t know, after all.

Hence, Vanier thought she could quickly secure the granddaughter’s position.

However, the Duke showed no interest in Vanier’s stories.

He was solely interested in stories about Amila.

Vanier grew anxious. She wanted to capture the Duke’s attention somehow.

So she even fabricated nonexistent stories.

“My mother once mentioned that Miss Amila greatly admired people with the same chestnut hair color as mine. She always wished she could have the same hair color as mine…”

However, the moment Vanier uttered those words, the Duke’s eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Frightened, Vanier quickly shut up.

Later on, she heard that Amila adored her own pink hair.

She laughed brightly, saying it was the only color left by her late mother, even as her sickly appearance persisted.

Realizing her mistake, Vanier refrained from speaking as much as possible after that day.

Fortunately, the Duke didn’t reprimand her at all.

It seemed he thought the story about her hair color was just a casual slip-up that could happen occasionally.

‘In any case, it’s clear that Amila is the Duke’s weakness.’

But the fact that Daphne was looking for Amila’s letter…

‘She must be trying to find it and present it to the Duke.’

Daphne, the granddaughter who resembled the daughter, Amila.

For Daphne to read a letter left by his daughter, it would be an emotionally touching scene.

No, perhaps this could improve their relationship even more.

Fire sparked in Vanier’s eyes.

Then, there was only one option left.

‘Find Amila Peregrine’s letter before the Lady does.’

That way, she could recapture the Duke’s heart for sure.

Vanier immediately sent word to Count Drave.

[Amila’s letter! Is it true?]

“Yes. It’s true. It’s what the lady’s personal maid said, so it must be true.”

Upon hearing this, Count Drave couldn’t contain his excitement beyond the magic stone.

‘Finally, the day has come!’

In the past, when he served as the personal physician for the late Amila Peregrine, he had wanted to be Peregrine’s vassal, not the late duchess’.

However, before he could try anything, Amila passed away.

One day, while lamenting the missed opportunity, there was news that Duke Peregrine had come down to his villa.

While others thought he came down briefly to mourn his deceased daughter, the Count had a different idea.

‘There must be something more to it.’

So the Count mobilized all his resources to investigate and learned that a large amount of healthy medicinal herbs were being brought into the villa.

‘The Duke’s health has deteriorated!’

It was an opportunity too good to pass up.

Thus, Count Drave immediately went to see the Duke. Mentioning the old friendship with Amila, he subtly probed about the Duke’s health.

And he was right.

The Duke’s health was indeed deteriorating day by day, making it nothing short of a weakness.

Drave shamelessly demanded to be appointed as the personal physician.

The Duke did glare at him as if he were a bug at first, but eventually, Drave succeeded in becoming the Duke’s personal physician.

But it didn’t end there.

Drave brought in a commoner under the pretext of a caregiver.

The Duke didn’t want anyone to know about his health condition.

However, it’s not something one can hide forever.

In such a situation, Vanier was a suitable candidate. Being an orphan and a commoner, it wouldn’t be suspicious if she suddenly disappeared.

Plus, her dead mother had once been Amila’s caregiver, so she had a good excuse.

‘By keeping a caregiver around, she might be able to spill some good stories about me or even discover the Duke’s weaknesses.’

So, he filled Vanier’s head with vanity, allowing her to harbor false hopes freely.

‘Although I was a bit anxious because of Daphne’s sudden arrival, it seems like everything is going well.’

It was worth giving her expensive magical stones to prepare for any unforeseen circumstances.

‘The one who paid the price for this magic stone will also be pleased to hear this news.’

Count Drave flashed a sinister smile.

[Alright, I’ll be right there.]

“You, Count?”

[Of course! Aren’t I the one who brought you there? Shouldn’t I be there to witness that glorious moment?]

Drave spoke with a seemingly kind tone, yet his voice was tinged with deep greed, but Vanier, overwhelmed with joy, didn’t notice.

[Call me as soon as you find the letter, and I’ll come to you!]

With those words, the Count ended the communication.

Hearing the excited voice of the Count, Vanier truly felt like she had found the letter.

But a day passed, then two.

No matter how hard she looked, Vanier couldn’t find Amila’s letter.

She couldn’t afford to leave the Duke’s side, so she had very limited time to search for the letter.

The advantage of never being away from the Duke’s side turned out to be a disadvantage in this situation.

As the news continued to delay, Count Drave urged Vanier, asking when she would find the letter.

[The longer it takes, the worse it is for you! You’ll not only lose your position as a granddaughter but also have everything taken away by Daphne again!]

“Th-That can’t happen…!”

[I won’t tolerate this any longer. I will visit the estate under the pretext of delivering medicinal herbs in two days. You must find it by then!]

With an unreasonable time frame, the Count ended the communication.

Vanier couldn’t even ask for more time. Everything the Count said was true.

The longer Daphne stayed at the estate, the worse it was for Vanier.

She couldn’t let her long-held dream of becoming a noble turn into a mirage.

‘I need to find the letter quickly…!’

It was when Vanier, with an anxious face, began biting her nails.

“Tomorrow morning’s meal should be something easier to digest.”

Daphne’s voice echoed from afar, causing Vanier to freeze.

She leaned against the wall, holding her breath.

Daphne was talking to the kitchen staff.

“We are preparing the food as instructed, but… is there any particular issue?”

“Oh, not really; I just want the Duke to feel comfortable. I have a very important gift to give to the Duke tomorrow.”

A gift.

Vanier’s face hardened. Though it wasn’t specified, she instinctively knew what the gift was.

“She found Amila’s letter first!”

Despair filled Vanier’s face.

If the granddaughter reads the late daughter’s letter, Vanier’s position would be completely lost.

“Not to mention, she might even find out that I deliberately omitted or misdelivered the letters.”

The consequences of deceiving the Duke would be severe.

She had to stop that at all costs.

‘Then…….’

Vanier’s eyes glimmered with greed.

☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓 ☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 𐦍 ☾𖤓

That night, as everyone slept, quiet footsteps echoed through the dark corridor.

The largest room on the second floor, currently occupied by the lady, shouldn’t be opened at night without the owner’s permission.

But slowly, the door creaked open.

Stealthily, a figure in a black robe slipped into the room. It was Vanier.

‘Since she mentioned tomorrow morning, the letter must be stored somewhere visible.’

Vanier entered the room silently, holding her breath.

The room was shrouded in darkness, with not even a speck of moonlight seeping through the curtains.

Reliant on a small candle, Vanier quietly searched through the lady’s drawer.

But no matter how much she searched, she couldn’t find any sign of the letter.

‘Where could it be?’

She had to find it tonight…!

Her eyes widened with frustration.

Then, she felt the bottom of the drawer click and move.

“No way…!”

Vanier pushed up the bottom of the drawer.

Inside lay a small envelope, presumably the letter.

Hidden in a secret compartment, it appeared to be the letter she sought.

Vanier’s eyes lit up with joy.

Thunk!

A loud, inexplicable noise echoed nearby.

“……!”

Vanier froze stiffly, forgetting to move altogether.

In an instant, her fearful gaze locked onto the source of the sound.

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TN: Unlocking the next two chapters but I still have to review the next chapters before posting 😢

And to whoever said to please translate to the end, it’ll take a while but we will try our best!