BJ Villainess

If Damian’s likeability were indeed four red hearts, he would respond with a cold expression like this:

[“You knew I was a member of Stigmata.”]

On the other hand, if they were black hearts, he would frown and respond like this:

[“What are you talking about now?”]

“What are you talking about now?”

As expected, they were black hearts. I wasn’t shocked since I had anticipated it, though that didn’t mean I was okay with it.

I spoke to him in a firm tone. “Stop making and spreading the heart dolls immediately.”

Damian laughed coldly. “You didn’t ask. You already assumed I’m the leader of Stigmata.”

“I know you well.”

Damian’s expression crumbled momentarily at my calm reply. “I didn’t expect to hear such sweet words in this situation. Couldn’t you have said that at a different time?”

Damian repeatedly clenched and unclenched his fists, revealing his anxiety. He seemed angry that things weren’t going his way.

“It’s not unreasonable for you to misunderstand, Madam. I’m trash, after all. That’s just my nature.”

“Don’t describe yourself so carelessly.”

Damian is cunning. He knew exactly how to upset me and used it whenever he needed to, just like now.

“I only learned such things, Madam. You know that. That’s why I found this world quite comfortable. Whether in the dungeon or here, I was consistently a bad guy, so there was nothing to adapt to.”

“I told you to stop.”

“

, why don’t you ask His Majesty? He hates me anyway. If you tell him you think I’m the leader of Stigmata, he’ll execute me immediately.”

When he said that, Damian’s expression was particularly sharp as if recalling a specific scene. The malice in his voice was overwhelming. He persistently acted viciously, trying to make me surrender.

“If you want, I can gladly go to the execution ground.”

When I glared at him with hot eyes, Damian smiled faintly.

“How about it? Should we do it now?”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Damian, My Golden Child’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Oh dear, Damian, why are you like this again?

ㅠ

.]

What made his actions particularly vile was that he was sincere. If I told him to go ahead out of anger, Damian would immediately go to Euges and declare himself the leader of Stigmata.

Suddenly, I felt empty. No matter how hard I tried to protect this world, it might all be in vain.

This place was home to me. It was where the people I loved lived and the haven of magical creatures I wished peace for. I had subconsciously believed that the male protagonists would also cherish this world as I did. And today, I realized that was just a foolish hope.

The male protagonists only cared about the amount of affection they received. That was their identity. It was obvious, yet it left me feeling complicated.

Ding!

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

[When you are wholly yourself, you will possess the greatest strength. Don’t forget that.]

Reflecting on it, I realize that reality has always been this harsh. Waking from a dream didn’t ruin reality. Life continued as always despite everything.

My confused heart, which couldn’t find the right answer, calmed down. I clearly understood the difference between Damian and me.

“I wouldn’t do this.”

If I were him, I wouldn’t hurt others and be vicious to get what I wanted. That wasn’t love. At least, not for me. Realizing this clearly made me feel relieved.

“I must really like you. Despite how badly you act, I don’t want to give up on you.”

Damian’s expression gradually hardened as he sensed the change in my attitude, which was turning against him.

“This world is my home for me. But you’re trying to destroy it right now.”

“…So what?”

“Choose whether you’ll be an uninvited guest or become part of this world. What will it be?”

“What if I choose to be an uninvited guest?”

I calmly explained the consequences of his choice. “Then today will be the last day we see each other.”

It would be a true farewell, not a parting due to external circumstances. I wasn’t foolish enough to keep someone who threatened my family.

Damian, looking at me with a face full of anger and disappointment, suppressed his emotions and spoke. “Fine. I’ll admit it. You’re right. If you want, I can abandon Stigmata.”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Son-in-Law Damian’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[Thank goodness… I thought Damian was out for good, but he came to his senses.]

“Instead, leave with me to another kingdom today. The ship is ready; you just have to agree. Let’s live together forever, Madam.”

Ding!

[The Constellation ‘Son-in-Law Damian’ has sponsored 1,000,000 coins.]

[I guess not…]

If I accepted, the game would end with the [Waiting for the End Lovers] ending. So, the meaning of this proposal was clear.

“You’ve decided to be an uninvited guest after all.”

[The Constellations supporting the ‘Damian’ route are crying out in agony.]

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Milady, Lord Jeffrey requests to see you regarding the dungeon countermeasures meeting.”

This space was enchanted with a mute spell, so the outside couldn’t hear the inside. Thus, as I moved to open the door, Damian urgently grabbed me from behind.

“Don’t go, Madam. Choose me. Please!”

I shook off his hand and opened the door wide. Then I bid Damian farewell. “Goodbye, Damian.”

It was a farewell without tears.

While I signed the documents, Jeffrey stood near the desk, staring at me intently. He seemed curious about what had happened that made Damian leave with such a look of betrayal and coldness, but I pretended not to notice. Instead, I finished signing the appointment letter that named me the interim chair of the Dungeon Countermeasure Headquarters.

“The signing is complete.”

This brought my temporary titles within the imperial family to about five.

“Thank you for your cooperation.”

“Now that the signing is done for the day, I suppose this will suffice for today, right?”

“Pardon?”

“Please let His Majesty know that there’s no need to keep giving me more tasks. I plan to stay at the imperial palace for a while, as I have many personal matters to attend to and can’t afford to lose more time.”

Jeffrey sighed, finally grasping the meaning behind my words. “You’re aware, then. Understood. If Lady Theresa stays at the imperial palace, there’s no need to concoct other complex matters.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’m refusing to do dungeon-related tasks.”

The reason I planned to stay at the palace wasn’t because of Euges.

“I intend to fulfill my duties as the interim chair of the Dungeon Countermeasure Headquarters. It’s difficult to do it today, but I will start tomorrow.”

Since I had let Damian go like that, I planned to prepare the groundwork to face Stigmata today.

“So you don’t need to keep an eye on me.”

Jeffrey dragged a nearby chair over and sat down, looking rather awkward. “The truth is, His Majesty instructed me to personally look after Lady Theresa while he attends to state affairs. Please tell me if you need anything.”

It seemed he still had some business with me.

“Alright.”

Since I wasn’t planning on doing anything secretive, it didn’t matter who was nearby. I opened the desk drawer, pulled out some stationery, scribbled quickly, and folded it into a paper airplane. Then I opened the window and launched it, watching the paper airplane glide gracefully through the air toward its destination.

“Goodness…” Jeffrey looked at me with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. “You use magic quite boldly in the Sun Palace.”

“Well, since His Majesty is aware, it should be fine, right?”

Jeffrey chuckled at my words, which sounded like those of an arrogant lover relying on the emperor’s favor.

In the meantime, I retrieved an inventory brooch and fused it with a pocket dimension. The brooch dissolved into magical particles, absorbed into the newly created pocket dimension spell.

Jeffrey, who was observing from the side, asked. “What kind of magic is that?”

“It’s a modified spell that combines the convenience of magical tools with a pocket dimension. It allows you to materialize the pocket dimension so others can use it when needed.”

“…You created such a spell so easily?”

Ding!

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

[

! This trivial magic is nothing to be impressed by! For Theresa, it’s a piece of cake!]

Jeffrey showed a keen interest in the spells I created, to the point of being slightly annoying. What is this? What’s that? How can you modify all these spells? Is this possible at a student level?

Having someone by my side was becoming increasingly bothersome.

“

.” Suddenly, Jeffrey cleared his throat, trying to set the tone. It seemed he was assessing when to bring up the main topic while hovering around me, and he finally decided to ask.

“Could you give me a rough idea of what you discussed with Lord Kapento?” Jeffrey added awkwardly. “I was going to try and find out subtly, but it seems that wouldn’t work with Lady Theresa. So I’m in a bit of a difficult position. If I have nothing to report to His Majesty… you know what that means.”

He meant that the emperor might take out his temper in unpredictable ways. In such situations, it’s better to offer juicy gossip to hide the really important truths rather than stubbornly keeping secrets.

“He proposed to me.”

“What?!”

“And I refused.”

That was the gist of it, so it wasn’t a lie.