The Villain Is Obsessed With His Fake Wife

Mireyu’s gaze was full of doubts. While imprisoned in Royam Prison, she thought of someone that could visit her. But this person was not among them.

“Prime Minister Orteca?”

“Yes, nice to meet you.”

Chancellor Orteca raised his glasses and smiled kindly.

“It looks like your current situation is very difficult.”

“Prime Minister, I feel wronged!”

Mireyu cried out mournfully and stretched out her arms towards the Prime Minister.

“I just fell into Estelle’s trap. If you help me this time, I will definitely repay this favor.”

“Stop.”

The prime minister grabbed Mireyu’s hand and gently broke it. Mireyu stopped talking in surprise. The prime minister still smiled kindly.

“I did not come here to hear Miss Mireyu Juti’s unfair story.”

“Well, then why…”

“I have come by order of His Majesty the Emperor to ask you one thing. Your fate may be determined by this answer, so please answer carefully.”

The Prime Minister’s eyes flashed green.

“Do you know anything about fairies?”

* * *

The essence of black magic was to destroy order. This was the reason why John tried to avoid using black magic on Estelle as much as possible.

Estelle had been sickly ever since they first met. To make matters worse, she had a constitution that made it difficult for his magic to work. Even if he succeeded in curing Estelle’s illness with his black magic, there was a chance that her fragile body would not be able to withstand the black magic.

‘I can’t do that.’

So John felt the need to take a more delicate approach. All he needed to succeed in black magic was a target, a master, and a caster. And the conditions for minimizing the side effects of black magic were quite strict. This was because the price demanded in black magic was better when it was related to the target. But it didn’t matter that far. This was a problem that John could handle on his own.

What was important was the target. In order for John’s black magic to be successful, the person being corrected must pay a price. So that there is as little resistance as possible.

Even John had to make sure Estelle didn’t notice.

* * *

She was very nervous because she was afraid there would be a strange event on the ferry.

‘Why doesn’t anything happen?’

John said he prepared something, but there’s no way something wouldn’t happen.

‘Now it’s time for it to happen.’

She honestly didn’t think he was going to blow anything up from the start. Then it became no fun after the surprise. So at first, she relaxed and just looked at the ships and the sea.

As a tourist attraction, the beach was very beautiful, and the luxury liner was very large and stunning. No matter what measures John had taken, there were not many people on the ferry.

‘We didn’t have much chance of meeting each other in the first place.’

Now it was already dinner time.

The ship circled a nearby island and was returning to land. She was eating alone with John in the dinner room of the ferry.

“Does the meal suit your taste?”

“Huh. It’s delicious.”

“Eat this too.”

John grinned and placed a roasted scallop in front of her. She asked John as she gratefully put the scallop in her mouth.

“You haven’t finished preparing yet, right?”

“What?”

“You said you prepared something for me. When will that come out?”

“This is it. Hasn’t what you’ve done so far been fun?”

Then, John made a slyly sad expression.

“I prepared the event too poorly. It’s my fault.”

“…no.”

Was she suspecting too much?

“It was so nice to be able to spend today together on the ferry. As John said, there were people, but we rarely encountered them, so it didn’t bother me.”

When she was staying at Libertan, she thought she might never be able to leave that area for the rest of her life.

Her goal at that time was to survive right away. So she never dreamed of seeing the sea like this or traveling to a resort. Even if things went well, she didn’t think anything this good would happen. To be honest, she was still scared that this moment was a dream.

Beyond the window, she could see the sea colored by an orange sunset. Seagulls flying peacefully in the sky, the soft sound of music in her ears, and a husband who cherished her. It was nice to simply see the sea, but it was even better because the person who was with her right now was John.

The facial features of a noble gentleman, the corners of his mouth that sometimes turn up when he jokes around, and the look in his eyes that looks at me sweetly and languidly.

“Shall we toast?”

John held up a glass filled with wine. She also raised her glass of wine. Then, she came out of her thoughts and asked quietly.

“You’re not trying to surprise me later when I’m off guard, right?”

“And what should I do if my wife, who is weak, falls down?”

“That’s right, if you startle me too much, I might pass out.”

She followed John and let out a light laugh.

“So, if you are going to do something, you must tell me in advance. Or I’ll really collapse.”

“Okay, cheers.”

Clink.

The transparent glasses collided and made a clear sound.

As she took a sip of wine, the spicy and sweet taste filled her mouth.

‘This is delicious.’

It was when she was thinking about drinking wine one more time. John’s large, strong hands intertwined her fingers on the table.

“It’s going to start now.”

“Huh?”

“I kept my promise.”

The light illuminating the ceiling went out all at once. The music stopped all at once. As the chilly air gathered around her, she gave strength to John’s hand that she was holding tightly.

“What are you doing? You said you didn’t prepare anything more!”

Even in the darkness, John’s red eyes shined clearly.

“A gift from me to you.”

“…Who gives gifts like this?”

“I wanted to give you the most special gift in the world.”

John smiled, folding his cool, long eyes beautifully. A light came on to illuminate only the top of the podium.

‘There was a band playing over there just now?’

Suddenly, the orchestra disappeared, and something covered in black cloth rose from the floor. It looked to be about twenty pieces, writhing under the black cloth.

“That’s a gift?”

As expected, all the choices were very extraordinary, as expected from the darkness.

“I don’t need a gift like that.”

“You will know when you go and see for yourself. Would you like to go and check it out?”

“Why…?”

But John seemed to want her to go.

‘It’s not harmful to my health, right?’

John smiled and escorted her to the place where the black cloth was. Honestly, she didn’t want to check. Because she valued her life very much.

“Is this a real gift?”

“It’s the one you’ll like best.”

“If anything strange comes out, take responsibility.”

She lifted up the black cloth of the thing in front of her, imagining countless terrible things for some reason. Underneath the black cloth, a person was tied to a chair.

[[Reporter Petty Morrison.]]

The name written on the front page of the sketchbook hanging around his neck.

“Why is this my favorite gift?”

She got goosebumps. If a person was there, all the other things over there would also be people.

“This is a person…”

Then she looked at the next page of the sketchbook. There was an article clipped on the next page of the sketchbook.

[An insignificant commoner orphan, adopted by the Libertan Duke family.]

[Exclusive coverage of the internal circumstances of the Libertan duchy! The commoner who became the Libertan princess did not know how to be grateful and took advantage of the opportunity when the Duke and Duchess were not visible to bully, campaign, and torment fellow commoners, and committed all kinds of evil deeds…]

These were articles about her.

‘Petty Morrison.’

The reporter who wrote those articles was this person.

‘He has been writing this since I was adopted by Libertan.’

Petty Morrison moaned and squirmed. She was blankly looking at Petty Morrison and then looked at other articles written by this person.

[Estelle Libertan is a commoner who does not fit into the aristocratic world at all.]

[She committed the impolite act of immediately breaking off her engagement with the Marquess of Felsis, and this time, she even appears to have ambitions to become the Crown Princess by seducing the Crown Prince with her body…]

The articles were so vulgar and rude that she couldn’t even get angry because they were ridiculous. There were rumors she knew about, but there were also many rumors she had never heard about. How could the rumors about her being so bad when she could barely go outside the mansion?

Without even taking a breath, she lifted up another black cloth and checked who else was inside it.

[[Reporter Maisie Schofield.]]

[According to this reporter’s secret witness, in fact, the Libertan duchy also showed a desire to learn the art of seducing men, such as attracting men every night…]

[[Charleston Brook Publishing Reporter.]]

[The reason why Libertan’s evil woman is worse than the Duke and Duchess of Libertan is because she is from a commoner background. According to common sense, she is in a position to do good deeds as she enjoys better luck than anyone else…]

It was so absurd that she wasn’t even angry.

These were all people who started talking about her, including reporters who wrote articles about her and the head of a publishing company who edited and published a strange book.

She looked at each of their faces. Of course, perhaps because everyone was wearing eye patches, there was no eye contact.

‘I never thought we would meet in person like this.’

The Duke and Duchess of Libertan became angry with her when they heard the evil rumors spreading about her.

‘What on earth did you do for them to say something like this? Do you know how much the reputation of the Libertan Dukes has fallen because of you?’

In fact, she couldn’t believe what was happening around her. So, she was shocked when she looked at the newspapers that the Duke and Duchess of Libertan gave her.

‘Why do they say I did it?’

Things that had never happened were criticized as if they were true, and the employees of the Libertan Dukes also ridiculed her for that. No one was on her side.

After checking the last person, she turned her head and looked at John. John sat in his chair, crossed his legs, and grinned at her.

“Do you like my gift?”

A creepy charm was felt on John’s shadowed face.

“Do whatever you want. It doesn’t matter which method you use.”

As she slowly blinked, John leisurely added an explanation.

“All of these people voluntarily left to report or do their own business and came back after cleaning up their own affairs. So, it’s okay to handle everything here.”

A languid voice strangely lingered in her ears.

“If you’re scared to handle it, leave it to me. Or just dump it here in the sea. That would be a pretty good revenge too. how is it?”

Looking at the sinister glowing red eyes, she went to Petty Morrison, whom she had seen for the first time. Then, she removed the blindfold and gag covering him.

“Mr. Petty Morrison.”

Petty Morrison was a very ordinary, normal looking man.

“Please save me.”

Reporter Petty Morrison begged her, horrified.

“I didn’t know anything. I just followed what others did…”

“Why did you do that to me?”

She asked, looking into Petty Morrison’s eyes.

“You can tell just by looking at the date of your article. You were the one who first spread it.”

Petty Morrison flinched and shook his shoulders.

“It’s just a coincidence. I only wrote it because I thought it made a really good story.”

“That happened once or twice.”

She skimmed through the article hanging around Petty Morrison’s neck.

“If that were the case, there is no way it would have been spread so persistently. It’s too much, even for a vicious article.”

“S-sorry. I just…”

Petty Morrison was quite normal and horrified and begged for forgiveness.

It felt like the wounds from his difficult childhood were coming back. As she looked at the article on Petty Morrison’s neck, the anger filled her.

“Just what?”

Maybe these people weren’t so wrong.

“Because I’m just a person who can do it?”

But she had a hard time. It was so hard.

“What are you worried about?”

John whispered like a devil.

“These are people who attacked you, slandered you, framed you, and made your life difficult. Why do you need to know the circumstances of the perpetrator?”

“…”

“Your anger is completely justified. Don’t they deserve to die?”

“…”

“Estelle, don’t hesitate.”

 

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