The Villainesses in the Romance Fantasy Novel Became Obsessed with me

As you know, my name is Damian.

But, the character ‘Damian’ did not exist in the world.

He was a fake identity, an entity fabricated on paper.

He was someone who suddenly fell from the sky.

However.

How could Damian, who had no identity or credibility, become involved with Nadia, the heiress?

The answer to that lay with Medeus.

Seated at the desk, Medeus politely asked me, who politely stood by her. 

“Damian, what did Nadia do today?”

“She kills ants in the yard and paints in the studio.“

“What did she paint?”

“She painted ordinary buildings.”

“I see, that’s what she said…”

Medeus, lost in thought, began to stroke her chin.

Perhaps she was contemplating numerous schemes to obtain Verdium’s fortune.

In the novel, she used countless methods to make Nadia renounce her inheritance.

‘The intensity of her schemes will only increase. This villain..’

In the novel, Nadia endured Medeus’ tyranny, but she eventually couldn’t bear it and chose to become a villainess.

In the end, ‘she had no choice but to become a villainess by the actions of others’ is the reason why I think Nadia, the character I envisioned, became villainess.

And it was none other than Medeus before my eyes who compelled her to make that choice.

“Hmm.”

As if she was done with her thoughts, Medeus tapped her fingers on the desk and asked, “Enough about work. What about Nadia’s marriage?”

“I don’t particularly have any thoughts. She still seems young, so isn’t it too early for her to—”

“Where do you think you’re going with that?!”

Crash!

Medeus suddenly became angry and threw a glass towards me.

Fortunately, I was able to dodge it by turning my head.

If I hadn’t been accustomed to such behavior, I surely would have been hit squarely in the face.

‘That damn woman…’

My face was scratched by the scattered glass shards, and I shedded some blood.

I wiped my cheek with a handkerchief as if nothing had happened.

At times like this, I wanted to abandon my double-agent act.

“Calm down, Baron.”

“Sigh… You just keep quiet on this topic…! Why did Nadia have to survive that accident and make things so complicated? She should have died instead! All the family’s money should go to my son…“

Medeus showed signs of impatience.

But it was not the right time yet.

I interjected with fabricated reassurance to Medeus.

“Nadia has been going through a lot emotionally, hasn’t she? She just needs a little more time.”

“Hmm, you’re right… Well, it must be tough even for a bitch who doesn’t shed a single tear when you stab her with a needle.”

“Yes, Baron, you can do it. Stay strong!”

“I’ll make her leave the family on her own, or I’ll definitely marry her off…”

Yes, do what you have to do.

Medeus regained her composure at my words.

To ensure the plan doesn’t go awry, she needed to continue tormenting Nadia as usual.

‘Please don’t change and keep tormenting Nadia. I’ll take care of the trash instead. If you don’t want to end up in Nadia’s hands, please just do as you’ve been doing.’

It’s not ideal to die at the hands of one’s niece, is it?

Suppressing such impure thoughts, Medeus got up from her chair and lay down on the sofa.

Fortunately, she seemed to have regained her composure.

“Well, anyway, time and people are on my side. Nadia will either quietly marry or find a way to leave the house.”

“Perhaps you’re right.”

“Alright, I feel a bit relieved now. I’ll ask for a favor, Damian. Do your duty as a servant to me.”

Is she referring to ‘that thing’ she always asks me to do?

I stood next to Medeus, who was lying on the sofa.

“It’s fortunate that it was you who came as the steward. Even though Roy was obedient, he was stupid. He was even too stupid to be allowed to touch me.”

“Thank you for the compliment.”

“You’re smarter than him, and inherently more perceptive, which I like. And with money…”

I was also easy to manipulate. 

Though Medeus didn’t say it explicitly, I could easily infer her implicit meaning.

I deliberately planted the impression that I was swayed by the money through acting.

I nodded towards Medeus.

“Thank you for your positive evaluation.”

Suddenly, I wondered if she could maintain this attitude if she knew my true hair color or status.

I was curious about that, but I decided to endure for the sake of the plan.

‘I can’t easily ruin a well-thought-out plan. I’ll just stick to the plan.’

Everything was done for the sake of creating an environment where Nadia couldn’t become a villainess.

I must always act with the goal in mind and not forget it.

The lives of thousands of people depend on me.

“Then, I’ll rely on you today as well.”

“… Yes, Baron Medeus.”

With that, I climbed on top of Medeus’ back with righteous thoughts of justice in my mind.

***

“Ouch, my finger hurts.”

I never knew the massage technique I polished to score points with adults in my past life would be used like this. 

In my past life, I couldn’t even score points, but here, I gained information and it worked well each time. 

I stepped out of Medeus’ room and checked the contents of the purse in my hand. 

There were about two shining gold coins inside. 

With two gold coins, a family of four could live for a month if they scrimped to the extreme. 

I earned that much money through massages and confidential talks. 

Yahoo! 

“She takes good care of me. I think I know why Roy was loyal.” 

Even though they were not as rich as the Sinclair Family, the Verdium Ducal family was quite wealthy too. 

So, I understood Medeus’ greed to obtain all the property in her own way. 

“Still, Medeus went too far.” 

Even just from what I’d seen in the novel, there were things that couldn’t be considered human behavior. 

I felt urgency to evict Nadia from the mansion before her greed intensified further. 

It would take quite a while to oust Medeus, the actual power holder of Verdium Mansion, so solid groundwork was needed. 

“I can’t afford to fail… Everything must go according to plan…” 

Muttering such words, I left the corridor and walked towards the next task. 

‘I don’t know who it is.’ 

I felt like someone was watching me from the end of that corridor. 

*** 

Nadia Verdium.

She was born with a grim fate.

At the age of one, her carriage fell off a cliff, and her family lost their lives.

According to eyewitness testimony, her parents and her sister were found dead, while Nadia was found crying alone.

At three years old, Nadia’s aunt, Baron Medeus, began to oversee Verdium’s affairs.

She controlled the mansion’s interior and was only interested in the wealth. She didn’t pay any attention to Nadia.

Nadia had to spend her time alone in her room reading books or drawing.

By the age of five, as Nadia began to understand the nature of the world,

All the servants at Verdium Mansion were under Medeus’ control.

With her young age and small stature, Nadia couldn’t change anything.

Since she didn’t even receive attention from the servants, she turned to drawing alone once again.

From this point on, she started to draw on the canvas the things she lacked.

She fell into the illusion that if it remained in the picture, she possessed it.

At eight years old, Nadia began to enjoy breaking ‘something’.

She found relief and pleasure in destroying completed canvases or killing organized ants.

There was a strange pleasure in breaking something perfectly made, whether it was hers or not.

At twelve years old, Nadia met someone who showed interest in her for the first time in her life.

His name was ‘Damian’.

He was a boy with an adult-like demeanor beyond his age.

She really liked that boy.

Nadia lay on the bed, thinking of Damian.

“He’s different from the previous steward.”

He’s special.

She felt the desire to hold his hand.

There was no one else but Damian who cared about her and her drawings.

“Damian is special. And Damian is my steward.”

My steward.

Nadia really liked the feeling.

She had never owned anything before, nor did she have any desires.

But perhaps it was because she had met someone who thought of her for the first time in her life.

“I want to have Damian.”

A sense of possessiveness arose in her empty heart.

She wanted to make sure no one else could have Damian.

“I hope he stays mine.”

At dawn.

Nadia walked through the cold corridor and entered the studio.

She lit a lantern and sat in front of the canvas.

She just wanted to draw.

“Damian is my steward.”

Swiftly-

Without hesitation, Nadia dipped her brush in paint.

There was no need for an outline.

She had Damian’s face in her mind since she saw it every day.

“Average brown hair with strange blue eyes.”

What were his eyes like? The length of the nose, and the shape of the mouth?

Nadia portrayed Damian and her brush fell and rose in fluid motion.

“It’s finished.”

Damian.

My person, my steward, my drawing.

Nadia whispered desperately, placing her hand on the still wet canvas.

“You have to hold my hand for life, Damian. Because you’re my steward.”

In Nadia’s studio hung a picture of a single figure.

It was the first time it wasn’t a family picture.