Revenge of Reborn Villainess

“It seems you mistake me for a slave.”

At Eshika’s cold words, Kallian’s eyebrows twitched.

“Like an emotionless object or something.”

He felt like the world he had believed in was collapsing.

His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with a restlessness and anger that he couldn’t control.

“You, who refused to be bound by me.”

“….”

“And now you want to bind me?”

As if hastily fixing a cage as the bird that had been neglected remembered how to fly, his attitude was messy.

“You are the Duke of Klaus. And the Duke is…”

Kallian’s breath became shallow.

“… shouldn’t behave like this.”

He must be admitting it to himself.

The fact that he was acting illogically.

But Kallian never once said ‘I’m sorry’ to Eshika.

In the entire Duchy of Klaus, only Eshika was lacking and a bad wife.

Only Eshika… always her fault.

Eshika looked directly into his violet eyes and spoke.

“The Duke wondered why I disguised myself as a maid. But aren’t you curious about the circumstances that led me to wear this maid outfit?”

“….”

“There was only one dress, and it got completely soaked in the christening of the maids sent by the mistress. It seems you were quite displeased with my daring to confront you during our teatime. So, I ended up wearing it, and surprisingly, it was comfortable.”

Kallian’s eyes were trembling.

“There’s no way… Mother wouldn’t go that far.”

She had cried in front of him a few times in the early days of their marriage.

Whenever she had said that his Mother was bullying her, he had been very offended.

Of course, not his mother, but to Eshika.

He said that the Duchess was punishing her for her unwise behavior.

And he considered all of Eshika’s complaints as overreactions.

“Mother must have misunderstood the appropriate measures she took to educate you.”

Kallian didn’t change at all.

“Send for the butler and see for yourself how much of the necessities of life I am provided with, and whether it is enough to uphold my dignity and fulfill my duties as the Duchess of Klaus, and whether a duchess in maid’s clothing is poor as to have to go out and buy what she needs herself.”

With each word Eshika said, Kallian’s eyes flickered.

A gaze that seemed to imply, ‘Mother wouldn’t go that far.’

He remains unchanged. Kallian doesn’t change.

“I’ll speak one last time, Duke.”

Eshika’s lips curled up.

“Duke, I don’t deserve this from you.”

In Kallian’s chest, those words, as sharp as an ice spike, pierced in like a stake.

Kallian wanted to argue and unleash his anger at her as usual.

But in this moment, where anger would be futile, everything felt meaningless.

Eshika wouldn’t cry now. No matter what I say, she seemed impervious to getting hurt.

The icy gaze wasn’t a misconception.

It wasn’t petulance or anything else.

“I’d like some rest. Would you please leave my room?”

Eshika’s voice echoed.

Her tired tone sank into his heart.

**

As Eshika ushered him out, she closed the door with a chilly look.

Soon, her hand reached out and felt around her chest.

Her heart throbbed.

It was as if proving the fact that the man she once ardently admired was Kallian Klaus.

It felt dirty.

‘If only I had regained my memories of the soul earlier.’

Eshika looked at herself in the mirror.

Bright silver hair, blue eyes, flawless skin, and red lips… everything was perfect.

‘I wouldn’t have married.’

Kallian, resembling the Emperor of the Celestial Realm, that was the man.

It was a rule of life for the spirits: give as good as you get.

Klaus, who had abused Eshika, would never be forgiven.

It’s better to set their house on fire, even if it’s troublesome, than to watch enemies live comfortably.

Revenge is revenge. Is there no satisfaction in taking revenge?

That’s just self-consolation for those who haven’t tried revenge.

One day, this Klaus would be pulled upside down and torn to pieces, and Eshika would stand on top of it.

The feast over the enemy’s grave is always joyful.

‘It’s late, Klaus. I’m going to dance while you cry.’

Looking at herself in the mirror, Eshika’s lips formed a chilly smile.

And it was when she turned around.

Thud-

Something fell to the floor.

Eshika squinted her eyes and bent down to pick it up.

The ring, adorned with green emerald, was made of gold.

It was large enough to fit a man’s finger, but she had never seen…… Kallian wearing it.

‘Could it be… the Crown Prince’s ring?’

As they were leaving the tea, the crown prince grabbed her arm.

Their bodies had collided, and the ring must have slipped into her clothes at that time.