Revenge of Reborn Villainess

The rivalry among women could be as fierce as that among men.

Most of the gathered ladies distinctly ignored Eshika Klaus.

Eshika, a duchess, faced the disdainful gazes and remarks from those women who, despite her husband’s lower rank, seemed to have made malicious behavior a habit.

Someone must have instilled such habits in them.

“….”

Lesvan Deon Lucaine, who had come here to intimidate the Count, was merely intrigued by his patron’s conversation.

He had once sought her with passion, dismissed her as a mere fantasy at times, and wondered if the white butterfly fluttering in his chest was truly with Klaus.

Apart from observing the blood-splattering war, this was the only recent thing that had sparked his interest.

He held a wine glass.

Each time the red wine splashed like blood, the movement of the drops was noticeable.

Even amid the fleeting glances, her presence was distinct.

Her blue eyes were calm.

Her noble nose and jaw reflected her dignity.

Only the faces of the other women flushed, then turned white.

Sometimes Eshika Klaus stretched out her slender fingers and gripped her teacup.

His red lips parted slightly as he sipped the tea.

The neat shape of her nails made Lesvan a little thirsty, and he took another sip of wine.

Like a white rose in the weeds, Eshika was high and poisonous.

The women, eager to criticize her, slowly closed their mouths as they were repeatedly pierced with nails and returned with thorns.

Like animals frightened by size, they seemed to recognize whose gills were the most dangerous.

The battle was not as trivial as I had first expected.

“Let’s… let’s go.”

“Okay, huh.”

Forgetting that she was a guest, the defeated ones left the combat area first.

“She’s not even a worthy opponent.”

Memories of a few trivial battles he had fought crossed Lesvan’s mind.

A thick smile appeared on Lesvan’s lips and then disappeared.

Eshika remained seated.

His gaze remained fixed on her the entire time. 

When she revealed her hidden purpose with her calm blue eyes, he felt a slight thirst again.

And the next conversation might be even more intriguing.

He wondered how she knew who he was, and for what purpose, which made him even more tempted to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“Love is bound to change. No matter how sweetly a man whispers stories, he cannot resist the power of time. If you choose to abandon the glamorous and warm life in the palace for him, you might regret it until you grow old and die.”

Her red lips curled slightly.

It was a low voice, but Lesvan could clearly hear her tone.

Her lips, which had been gazing into his eyes, twisted slightly.

The mark of her beauty, both elegantly fierce and lonely, mixed with venom.

The fingerprint he had been searching for, which had left an indelible impression 20 years ago, was now quietly shining in her blue eyes.

“….His Highness the Crown Prince.”

The Crown Prince ordered Count Alhemitz to correct the inaccuracies in the military supply records and bring the revised documents.

After a while, Count Alhemitz hurriedly stood in front of the Crown Prince, holding a crumpled piece of paper.

Sweat was dripping down his bare forehead.

As Lesvan’s cool gaze fell upon him, he shuddered and lowered his eyes.

“I believe there was a mistake. I apologize.”

Lord Alhemitz, like other nobles, feared the young and ruthless warlord Lesvan, not only for his aggressiveness but also for his meticulous nature. He was especially strict with nobles trying to benefit from the state funds.

“Your household is interesting inside and out.”

The Crown Prince scrutinized the shabby bundle of papers, furrowing his eyebrows.

Confessing corruption like this would be nothing short of a self-indictment.

In a reprimanding tone, Alhemitz shuddered once again.

The next actions of the Crown Prince were unpredictable. If he could somehow cater to his preferences…

“My husband is deliberating on how to replenish the eighty infantry weapons that have rusted, and my wife is inviting guests for an informal tea party.”

“…Your Highness.”

It was not the right time. If the Crown Prince had known he was coming, he would have canceled the party.

Damn it, he resented his wife for stirring up the Crown Prince’s mood by inviting the ladies today of all days.

Alhemitz bowed deeply, seeking mercy.

“I will severely reprimand my wife. And, I will ensure the recovery of the infantry weapons by emptying my estate if needed.”