The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

“I finished it. I answered everything!”

This was a first.

She had never answered with such confidence before.

She knew all the answers to the exam questions.

Even though Damian said they were difficult.

“I-I might be a genius, Damian!”

Human triumph.

For the first time, Bluebell completed all the questions.

She handed the test paper to Rave and stood up.

To go find Damian.

“Damian, you’re in trouble! Bring the contract! Where is he—”

But.

“My lady. I’m sorry, but Master Damian is not at the mansion.”

“Of course he’s not here now! You said he went out for a bit!”

“… I apologize. I lied.”

“What?”

Thud!

Rave knelt before Bluebell.

He bowed his head and offered his apology.

“Master Damian… has left the mansion. He planned to leave regardless of the test results…”

“W-what do you mean? Damian said he’d write a new contract if I passed the test… That’s a lie, isn’t it? It’s a lie.”

“… I’m sorry.”

Rave’s head drooped to the floor, showing no intention of rising.

At first, Bluebell didn’t believe Rave’s words.

But as he continued to apologize and bow his head, she had no choice but to accept it.

The fact that Damian broke his promise and left the mansion.

In a fit of uncontrollable anger, Bluebell screamed at Rave.

“No, no way! Damian wouldn’t lie to me! This is a joke, right? Tell me it’s a joke!!”

“… I’m sorry. But Master Damian left a letter as his final goodbye—”

“Give it to me!”

Thwack!

Bluebell snatched the letter from Rave’s hand.

She roughly unfolded it and began reading aloud.

“Lady Bluebell. The enjoyable summer has passed, and autumn is ending… …I hope to see you at the academy… Let’s meet as friends next time, not as teacher and student. That bastard—!!”

A curse she hadn’t uttered in a long time.

Bluebell had refrained from using foul language thanks to Damian’s education.

But now.

Bluebell was angrier and more saddened than ever.

“He deceived me…? He abandoned me…? That bastard…”

Drip! Drip!

Tears fell from her blue eyes.

The blue color became clouded.

Her eyes resembled a deep ocean.

Consumed by emotion, Bluebell began to slam the classroom desk.

“I-I’ll die…!! I’ll make him regret it…!! He’ll regret abandoning me…!!”

“P-please stop, my lady.”

“Get out of my way, butler!”

Bluebell pushed away the butler who tried to hold her back.

The butler fell to the floor.

Yet Bluebell continued to vent her emotions as if nothing else mattered.

“I-I said I would die…!! Damn it…!! You bastard! Jerk!! It’s nice when you’re with me, so why leave the mansion!! What’s with this letter that you run away without even seeing me!!”

Bluebell gripped the letter tightly, intending to tear it apart.

But she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Because it was the last thing Damian had left behind.

‘I have no mom, no dad, and now no Damian… What should I do?’

‘Should I die?’

‘And make Damian regret for the rest of his life for disregarding my words.’

‘Make him regret not listening to me?’

“You bastard…!”

But she couldn’t die yet.

Bluebell fixed her gaze on the last sentence of the letter.

A line about meeting again at the academy.

“When we meet, whether I die… or you die… one of us will die…”

Because there was still a possibility that she could reunite with Damian.

Bluebell managed to suppress her impulsive emotions.

As long as there was even a sliver of hope for the future.

She could continue to live.

“Still, I will never forgive you. Next time we meet, I will make sure you can never break a promise again.”

Even if it was just a suspicion, it was a nearly certain card.

“You bastard…!”

Bluebell decided to wait for the year to pass.

Annoyed, she slammed the classroom door shut and left.

In the classroom filled with memories of Damian, only the perfect score test paper and the butler remained.

“My lady…”

Seeing his master’s obsession with one man, he couldn’t hide his shock.

“How did you become so broken…”

Because it was far from a normal mindset.

***

Before falling into this world.

I was an avid reader of romance fantasy novels.

Some people might scoff at a man reading romance fantasy novels, but I enjoyed most of the works because of the impressive exchange of emotions between characters.

There was one thing that always appeared in such romance fantasy novels.

‘The North.’

The Northern Grand Duke.

There was a Northern Grand Duke in the world I lived in too.

But the Northern Grand Duke in romance fantasy novels was depicted as a being on a different level.

‘Whether it’s intelligence, strength, or beauty.’

They were truly fantastical beings.

However, romance fantasy novels never portrayed the Northern Grand Duke as a perfect being.

No one could be perfect in every aspect.

‘Therefore.’

Most Northern Grand Dukes in romance fantasy novels were given character flaws.

And in the Northern territory I was heading to.

There was also a Grand Duke with such character flaws, and the villainess was his daughter.

‘Growing up under a tyrant, it’s only natural she would become a villainess.’

In her case, it might be closer to salvation than rehabilitation.

As I rode the carriage heading north, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts about such villainesses.

“I wonder if Bluebell is cursing me right now.”

I pondered while sitting in the carriage.

‘What kind of curses might Bluebell be throwing at me?’

The intensity of her curses might not be too high.

After all, we spent time together, so she must have developed some affection.

Even if she cursed me, it probably wouldn’t be from the heart.

‘She did seem a bit off before I left…’

But I had no choice due to the lack of time.

Perhaps we can mend our strained relationship when we meet in a year.

I managed my mental state by thinking of the best-case scenario.

‘The worst-case scenario is…’

Bluebell taking her own life.

Harboring resentment towards me and turning to the dark side.

Abandoning her studies and resuming her harassment of the servants.

Those would be the worst situations.

‘Still.’

The Bluebell I knew wouldn’t reach such a terrible outcome.

Thinking that, I asked the coachman.

“How many days left until we reach the Sernia territory?”

“At this pace, it should take about five more days.”

“Five days…”

The weather was getting colder.

Can I endure for five more days?

It was not winter yet, but the cold of northern Sernia was no joke.

Without properly bundling up, one could get frostbite and even die.

“Move as quickly as possible. We need to reach the territory before it gets colder.”

“Yes, yes sir! And about the promised money…”

“I’ll double it, so work harder.”

“Th-thank you!”

The coachman became more focused with the promise of double the payment.

Even if I spent money like water, the Sinclair family’s wealth would remain untouched.

“If villainess rehabilitation fails, the money will be worthless.”

“P-pardon? What did you say?”

“… Just talking to myself. Ignore it.”

I told the coachman and quietly closed my eyes in the carriage.

Since birth, I’d been thinking about the villainess rehabilitation plan.

I hoped the story wouldn’t follow the novel’s path but proceed according to my plan.

“… I want everything to be over soon. I want to rest.”

With my family.

I just wanted to relax in a peaceful world.

***

The North.

The mansion in the Sernia territory.

Training was in full swing there.

A young girl was hit by a sword and harshly fell to the ground.

“Aaaah…!!”

The girl screamed in pain.

Justia Yuri.

The man with black hair and red eyes watched over her training. He approached her with a cold expression.

“Get up, pathetic one.”

“F-Father… I can’t go on… It hurts too much…”

Yuri lay on the ground, unable to get up. She pleaded in pain.

But her father simply watched her and spoke coldly.

“You can’t endure a little pain? You are a failure of our family, Yuri. Pathetic, weak, and useless.”

“I-I’m sorry… Father…”

“I can’t believe you’re my child. We’ll have to start your swordsmanship training from scratch.”

Thud!

Yuri’s father mercilessly threw a wooden sword at her.

“Pick it up.”

“I-I can’t—”

“If you don’t pick it up, I’ll kill you. Pick it up now.”

“I-I’m sorry—”

“Pathetic.”

Thud!

Yuri’s father kicked her as she lay on the ground.

Until she got up.

He mercilessly trampled her in the name of training and mental conditioning.

“Get up and pick up the sword.”

“Aaaah…!! I-I’m sorry… I can’t… My hands are all blistered…”

“No excuses.”

Thud! Thud!

Yuri could only apologize while curling up her body.

She couldn’t resist the kicks, and as she endured the painful blows, snow fell from the sky.

It was all because she thought, ‘It’s because I’m worthless… because I have no talent… because I lack skills… because I’m weak…’

Due to her father’s words that she had heard for so long.

Yuri believed it was all her fault.

The beating went on for 10 minutes.

“You still disappoint me unlike the others.”

Yuri’s father left her lying buried in the snow.

“Huff, huff…”

Yuri could do nothing but groan in pain and shed tears.

She believed her father’s words were true.

So she lay there, crying endlessly, buried in the snow, unable to move because of the pain.

‘If only someone would save me… if only someone could get me out of this hell…’

At that moment.

Crunch! Crunch!

The sound of footsteps approached on the snow.

‘Is Father coming back to beat me again…?’

Yuri closed her eyes tightly in anticipation of more pain.

But, contrary to her expectations.

A warm hand embraced her body.

“This is insane… How could they beat a child like this? She can’t even open her eyes…!!”

A young man’s voice.

Yuri couldn’t see well, but she saw a figure as white as the snow falling from the sky.

“White as snow…”

White hair.

Blue eyes.

As her eyes began to close, Yuri asked the question that lingered in her mind.

“What… is your name…?”

“Damian. Sinclair Damian.”

“…”

‘Name.’

‘I will remember it.’

The name of the man who showed concern for her as she lay beaten by her father.

‘Sinclair Damian.’

The villainess, Justia Yuri, remembered the name of the man who saved her for the first time.

As she felt the cold and pain, she slowly closed her eyes.

‘When I open them again, I hope it won’t be winter.’

Yuri despised the never-ending winter as much as she despised death.