I’m a Villainess, Can I Die?

Lukas, holding onto Aaron, who was sobbing uncontrollably, raised his voice toward Ian.

“The young lady is in danger right now.
The only one who can help is you, Priest. I’m not asking you to become her personal priest immediately. I’m asking you, as a servant of God, to save a person.”
As a servant of God… Ian’s lips trembled slightly. A wave of fear washed over him—was he truly worthy of such a title?

Ian stood frozen in his fear, while Aaron and Lukas watched him closely.
Amidst the tense silence, a small voice broke through.
“Ian… Priest Ian?”

Hearing Lukas call Ian’s name, Aiden, who had been standing quietly at the entrance, murmured it under his breath. He finally realized that this was the very priest the Duke had sought to bring.
As Aiden spoke, all three men turned their eyes toward him.
Yet, despite their attention, Aiden remained unfazed, his unfocused gaze locked on Ian alone. His eyes, bloodshot from tears, burned red.

Slowly, Aiden took a step forward, moving toward Ian.
This priest… He could save Lady Selina.
She… might still have a chance to live.

That was the only thought swirling in his mind.
Aiden slowly knelt.
What did his knees matter? He had knelt countless times before.

Ian flinched, startled by the sight of Aiden kneeling before him. He scrambled to his feet in a panic, unaccustomed to receiving such treatment.
Someone was begging him. Someone was kneeling before him…
“Please… save the young lady.”

Tears streamed down the man’s face.
In the silence that followed, Aaron and Lukas both let out quiet, strained sighs and turned their heads away.
What is this? What the hell is happening?
Aaron covered his eyes with his hand as his mind screamed in confusion. Lukas clenched his teeth so tightly it felt as if they might shatter.

A single day—no, just a few hours. They had been gone for only a few hours…
As the bitter silence hung over them, Ian slowly looked around at the three men.
He recalled the image of her standing tall, her sky-blue hair flowing as she broke her staff with unwavering determination.

How incredible she had looked.
He had never believed he could be like that.
And yet, when his abilities had once managed to help her, he had felt happy.

But now, these men—these people—were saying that someone who had once seemed so strong was now in danger.
They said that he was needed.
That he was the only one who could save her.

To hesitate over his own insecurities when a life was at stake…
Chief God Ariana, please forgive this fool for wasting time on such petty fears.
A flicker of clarity shone in Ian’s eyes. His hunched shoulders straightened, and a resolute expression settled on his face.

“Take me to her.”
At his firm declaration, the three men exhaled the breaths they had been holding.
“But… even if we leave now, it will take at least three hours to reach the Duke’s estate…”

Lukas murmured, and Aaron’s face paled again. Aiden, still unsteady, rose to his feet and spoke.
“I’ll take the priest there myself.”
“You, Aiden? Wait—how are you even here…?”

Aaron’s eyes wavered as he looked at Aiden. The unthinkable news about Selina, Aiden’s sudden appearance—everything was tangled together, making his thoughts a mess.
“I’ll explain later. Right now, getting Priest Ian to the Duke’s estate is the priority. I can take him there immediately.”
Wiping away his lingering tears, Aiden spoke firmly. Though his voice trembled, his eyes remained steady.

That’s right. What was important now wasn’t how Aiden had appeared here.
Aaron clenched his fists as he looked at the two men, their gazes burning with determination for his sister’s sake.
“…Alright. I’ll leave it to you. Aiden. Priest Ian—please, I’m begging you.”

The moment Aaron gave his approval, Aiden grasped Ian’s wrist.
Though surprised by the sudden contact, Ian said nothing and simply followed Aiden’s lead.
The two men stood at the doorway where Aiden had appeared earlier, taking deep breaths.

“Don’t let go of my hand.”
“I won’t.”
At Aiden’s firm command, Ian answered without hesitation.

Aiden bit down on his lips and shut his eyes.
The Duke’s estate. The young lady’s room.
The place where he had spent more time than anywhere else recently.

He had to go there. That was all that mattered.
He wasn’t alone this time, so he had to focus even more.
Silence pressed down on them as Aiden opened his eyes. Slowly, he stepped forward.

The air around them wavered as if the space itself had shifted. And then, before them—familiar surroundings came into view.
“Aiden?”
The dazed voice of the doctor rang out.

Aiden immediately turned around to check if Ian had arrived safely.
Fortunately, Ian was standing behind him, unharmed.
Ian, still overwhelmed, glanced around in confusion—until his gaze landed on the sky-blue hair resting on the bed. His throat tightened, and he swallowed hard.

“Aiden… the person behind you, is he…?”
The Duchess, who had been holding vigil by Selina’s side, rose from her seat and spoke.
Under normal circumstances, Aiden would have bowed his head and properly introduced himself to the Duke and Duchess.

But in this moment, not a single person in the room cared about formalities.
Even Aiden, always the professional servant, had forgotten all about etiquette.
His lips trembled as he forced himself to speak.

“This is Priest Ian—the man the Duke had been searching for.”
Ian swallowed hard at the sight of the once-proud woman now lying in such a miserable state.
He had never seen someone so gravely injured before.

Could he really heal her…? Would he only disappoint them all…?
Seeing that Selina’s condition was far worse than he had expected, fear crept up his spine again, and he lowered his head.
At that moment, someone grasped his hand.

It was the duchess.
Her eyes were swollen red from crying endlessly, yet she clutched his hand tightly and bowed her head.
A silent plea.

The surrounding servants inhaled sharply at the sight, but the duke, watching solemnly, simply rose from his seat and slowly bowed as well.
One by one, the servants followed, bowing their heads.
At the center of their desperate pleas, Ian gave a small nod.

So it’s the same as before… People don’t change so easily, after all.
Perhaps that’s why they need God.
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Even if he failed, even if there was only a small chance of success, he had to try.
A life was far too precious to hesitate over something as trivial as his own fears.
Chiding himself briefly, Ian clenched his fists, murmured a short prayer, and stepped toward Selina.

He could feel the weight of every gaze fixed upon his back, but he did not shrink away.
“The most urgent injury is on her head. The rest are just bruises, but… the wound at the back of her skull is severe. The bleeding hasn’t stopped despite all efforts—it’s too large to close properly.”
A man with barely any hair—the family doctor, most likely—calmly explained the situation.

Ian listened carefully, then whispered another prayer to Chief God Ariana before reaching toward the back of Selina’s head, where the blood continued to flow.
The moment a radiant light emerged from his hands, the room fell silent.
Everyone’s eyes widened in shock.

The ones most astonished were the doctor standing beside Ian and the two maids supporting Selina’s upper body for him.
“Oh my…”
A maid gasped in disbelief.

Before their very eyes, the gaping wound began to close from the edges inward.
Ian wavered momentarily, his body swaying, but Aiden quickly steadied him.
Ian gave him a brief nod of gratitude before pouring more strength into his healing.

From that moment on, the recovery accelerated.
New flesh formed seamlessly, the bleeding ceased, and soon there wasn’t even a trace of the injury left.
“…Ugh.”

A faint groan escaped Ian as he withdrew his hand.
He had never exerted this much power before.
His body swayed dangerously as he stared down at his trembling hands.

So… this much was possible?
If he could do this, then just how powerful were the high priests compared to him…?
That was his last fleeting thought before his consciousness faded.

The duke and duchess, startled, immediately ordered the servants to lay Ian in the best guest room and assign caretakers to watch over him.
Once Ian had been carried out, the doctor examined Selina again and nodded.
“…The bleeding has completely stopped. Not only that, but the head wound—it's entirely healed, as if it was never there.”

His voice was hollow with disbelief.
At his words, the duke and duchess clung to each other, tears of relief streaming down their faces.
By the time Aaron and Lukas arrived, some time had already passed.

The sun was beginning to set when the two men burst into Selina’s room.
“Father, Mother—Selina, is she—?!”
Aaron, forgetting to even greet them, demanded urgently.

Lukas merely inclined his head, waiting for their response.
“She’s alive, thank the gods. Thanks to Priest Ian’s healing.”
At their mother’s words, Aaron let out a shuddering breath and nodded, his eyes tightly shut.

Then he turned toward Selina.
Unlike that morning, when she had looked perfectly healthy, she was now pale and covered in bruises, lying motionless as if she were dead.
His eyes burned.

He had already cried once.
And he didn’t want to show any weakness in front of the household staff, so he blinked a few times and looked at the ceiling before finally taking her hand.
It was cold. Rough.

That morning, it had been so warm, so soft…
Aaron couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears spilled from his eyes.
Lukas, standing behind him, subtly shielded him from view.

But Lukas’s own hands were trembling, clenched into tight fists.
You can’t die.
You must not die.

He kept repeating the words in his mind as he gazed down at Selina.
The bloodstains on her clothes, her ashen face—they stirred up an old, painful memory from his childhood.
That night, no one left Selina’s side.

Not a single person.
Even though her wounds had been fully healed, she had lost a significant amount of blood before that.
According to the doctor, tonight would be the real test.

No one dared to relax.
The duke and duchess.
The young master and the vice-captain of the duchy’s knights.

Selina’s servants.
Priest Ian, who had woken up by then.
And the doctor.

As the clear night sky turned cloudy, the once-bright room darkened.
Aiden lit the candles.
Their flickering flames cast wavering shadows, dancing across the walls—a fragile, restless movement that only heightened the tension in the air.

The trembling candlelight seemed to mirror the unease that filled the room.
Someone let out a quiet sigh, the sound breaking the oppressive silence.
Everyone flinched, instinctively lowering their heads further.

And because of that—
No one noticed Selina’s fingers twitch.