Revenge of Reborn Villainess

His shadow stretched as long as his towering height.

Lesvan’s hair fluttered in the wind coming through the open window.

His face, sculpted like a masterpiece, had a cool gleam despite the golden strands being hit by the sun, giving off a feral elegance.

Resvan, eyebrows furrowed, slowly released the waist of the maid, unaffected by the breeze.

The maid, unfazed, lowered her head and spoke firmly, 

“I apologize.”

Resvan recalled the fleeting movement the maid made when they made eye contact.

Even with sharp reflexes, it’s hard not to stumble backward, yet the maid twisted her waist like a seasoned warrior.

“Raise your head,” 

Resvan’s low voice echoed.

The maid, with intricately tied hair and elegant fingers, looked unfazed, revealing no fear even in her gaze.

After a moment, she slowly lifted my face.

With a fine line forehead and prominent nose, beautiful blue eyes that could hold a lake, and lips that were neither thin nor full, the maid was certainly a beauty.

“….”

As she stared at him, her eyes showed no sign of fear.

Her attitude, a mix of caution and fearlessness, seemed somewhat intriguing. 

Although her slender body seemed ordinary, if she trained enough to unfold reflexes like that, her hands wouldn’t be so delicate.

A bundle of thoughts passed through Resvan’s mind.

“What is your name?”

Resvan, fitting his title as the “War Prince,” had a large and robust physique, making women instinctively fear him despite his handsome face.

“I am a maid.”

However, she responded confidently to his intimidating presence.

When asked for her name, she simply said, “a maid.”

“It seems you have no intention of answering.”

Resvan’s lips curled slightly upwards.

Defiantly, the maid remained silent.

Her nonchalant response added more interest to the situation.

“…”

He had not forgotten someone he had seen once, no matter how long ago.

After a moment, Resvan spoke to her.

“What is your name?”

He hesitated a bit before continuing, 

“I don’t have one. I am just a maid.”

Resvan’s eyes subtly flickered with a sense of unease.

Later, Resvan spoke again, 

“Go”

**

Near the Duke’s training ground, Resvan and Kallian observed the soldiers’ training.

There was a distinctive scent of people, even without the wind carrying it to them.

Some might call it an atmosphere, but to Kallian, it felt more intense.

The War Prince’s gaze emitted the scent of blood.

With his imposing figure covered in dark conqueror’s attire, strong and broad shoulders, sculpted nose and jawline, and flowing black hair in the wind, he indeed looked like a conqueror who had swallowed countless enemies.

“I will support the Agrippe Conquest War.”

Agrippe, a fertile land located in the southwest of the Empire, was the destination of the War Prince’s army.

For another war, the cooperation of the dukes was necessary.

“I will provide five thousand cavalry from the Duke’s command and the Olor Knights. They may not be as skilled as Your Highness’s personal guard, but they will greatly assist in commanding the troops.” 

Once an imperial province, Agrippe was one of the territories that led the charge when the border lords and kingdoms united twenty years ago to strike the Empire’s back.

It was a disastrous chapter in the Empire’s history, where more than half of the imperial forces were annihilated, the Empress, two Princesses, and three Princes lost their lives, leaving only the nine-year-old Crown Prince Resvan as the sole survivor.

It was a grim chapter, but also the legendary birth of the War Prince, who mercilessly crushed enemies and expanded the Empire.

“Indeed, negotiations go well when the stakes are high.”

When Resvan’s lips slightly curled up, Kallian felt a deep sense of dread.

Even if he refused next time, he would bring an ultimatum in the form of a royal decree.

Well, Agrippe not only had abundant food but also ample mineral resources, so the compensation for military support would be high.

“May I ask Your Highness one thing?”

Kallian asked as Resvan moved his head.

“Do Your Highness’s intentions include reclaiming all of Terresian’s former territories?”

The War Prince, known as the “War Maniac,” always stood at the forefront of conquest wars, brutally trampling enemies and expanding the Empire.

Now, there were only a few territories left to reclaim, but to achieve that, more blood would have to be shed.

“Brayton seems quite curious as well. That child is always terrified of me.”

When Kallian mentioned the Second Prince, Brayton, Resvan’s step brother who had vowed revenge, Kallian’s hand twitched momentarily.

Brayton, the Second Prince, was now just nineteen, becoming an adult.

“Because he is still young.”

Resvan drew his sharp sword from his waist.

The sound of the sword clashing against its scabbard echoed, capturing everyone’s attention.

“Initially, I only sought revenge for my siblings.”

A resonant voice flowed.

The sharp edge of the sword, a Sword Ora, reflected a blue light.

“But eventually, I came to realize. I was born as one who takes away what others have.”

With a graceful swing of his sword, a slight crack appeared in the air.

For a moment, a wooden figurine several meters away shattered and fell apart.

The soldiers, frozen in their training, stared at the War Prince.

Did this transcend the realm of human skills, or did he make a pact with a demon, as the rumors suggested?

Even without the wind, the scent of blood wafted around Resvan.

“I will reclaim all of Terresian’s territories. And…”

The golden eyes exuded a cool light.

“I will burn to ashes all the kingdoms and territories that pointed their swords at Terrersian twenty years ago. I will turn even those who cooperated into ashes, and the Empire will swallow the fruits of the traitors.”

“…”

“I want to give Kallian a chance to join the glory of the end of the war. The nobles of Terres are nothing but cowards who tremble at the sight of a sword.”

Kallian concealed his expression, hiding his displeasure.

“Our House, Klaus, will wholeheartedly support Your Highness.”

“Music to my ears.”

Resvan sheathed his sword slowly.

Every action and word of Resvan had a backbone.

“This is an old-fashioned threat, If you let go of the fishing grounds, I will take you to war myself.”

This is why he never called on the imperial court, but always came to the ducal residence in person.

The soldiers in the Empire belonged to the Emperor, and the Duke’s troops belonged to him.

“In that case, I will have the servants prepare tea.”

Kallian, concealing his irritation, began preparing to call the servants when Resvan’s voice echoed again.

“Prepare the tea…”

Resvan pursed his lips.

Though his eyes, resembling the sun, had a subtle ripple, no one noticed the change in the water’s surface.

“Near the lake. The view is quite splendid.”

**

An ordinary person would have sensed it even before it got close.

However, Resvan was a master among masters who habitually suppressed his presence.

Not realizing it until they faced each other, Eshika let out a breath and furrowed her brows.

“Why is that guy, the so-called Crown Prince, meddling in the affairs of the dukes and the Duke’s mansion with baseless claims?”

Though it had been almost four days since the last visit, meeting him made Eshika feel annoyed.

Wearing a maid’s attire and revealing her face, and lying that she was a maid—all this should have prevented her from meeting him as the Duke’s wife.

Even though she intended to uproot Klaus entirely, it felt like an obstacle to her freedom.

Nevertheless, the spilled water couldn’t be gathered again, and with a small sigh, she entered the Duke’s kitchen.

“This cannot be called a potion.”

“A p-potion?”

Having received a bribe and requested Sella to make a potion according to the recipe, what he produced was just an unappetizing sauce.

Eventually, she had to teach him how to make the potion.

“Who dares to sneak into my kitchen… Who are you!”

Entering the kitchen storage, a rough and robust voice came from behind.

Eshika turned around, and there was Hermos, the bald head chef, holding a large knife, glaring at Eshika with a wary look.

“Whew…”

At the sound, Hermos’s eyebrows twitched.

Chef Hermos. In order to prove his loyalty to the lady, he always deliberately left the food untouched for a few days and served it as Eshika’s meal.

Once raising the lady’s status, he was energetic and boisterous, but as the lady started offering jewels to Lady Yurie, the interest of the Duchess diminished.

He became a symbol of a submissive servant, alternating between weak and strong, like a typical minor character.

Typical, meaning easy to resolve.

Once the mistress gives jewelry, it’s a straightforward story.

Suddenly, an evil glint appeared in Eshika’s blue eyes.