The Villain’s Daughter Plans to Run Away

 

“…Ugh!”

 

Thus Sian was dragged by the knights and thrown into solitary confinement.

 

“How dare you stand up in front of the Princess, despite being a slave.”

 

His rough leather shoes trampled on the blonde, crushing his cheek against the wooden floor.

 

It was clear that originally, the knights didn’t like Sian.

 

The only reason they were  holding back was because of the young princess.

 

A minute later.

 

As the knights disappeared.

 

Sian, who had been lying dead, slowly raised his upper body.

 

It felt like he had been hit all over with a blunt weapon.

 

‘The Master definitely said it. Vallois is always this ferocious.’

 

It was a remark he heard every day from the moment he was sold as a slave for 5,000 gold.

 

Vallois is a bad guy.

 

Vallois is rough.

 

Therefore, Vallois must be eliminated.

 

After being stepped on once, he realized that this place was Vallois.

 

He fumbled and checked the corner of his lips with his finger, there was blood.

 

“…”

 

Compared to his usual training, these wounds weren’t even worth making fuss of.

 

He rubbed his wounds with the back of his hand calmly and threw himself onto the bed.

 

First, he needed a break.

 

“…

Cough

.”

 

Then he blamed himself for the mistake he had made without realizing it when they were eating, frowning his face.

 

Why, he wonder?

 

He’s sure she would have thought it odd.

 

“Hmm.”

 

A slave who doesn’t even know how to eat steak knows the ingredients in the nobles’ desserts.

 

It wasn’t a planned action, and he had never been given such an order.

 

It was just impulsive.

 

“Why did I do that?”

 

He had never made a decision and acted on his own.

 

Even when he was ‘Peter’, born as half-blood prince of the Law Kingdom.

 

Even now, after he was sold for 5,000 gold, he lived as ‘Sian’.

 

Being treated as an insect in the kingdom for being an illegitimate child was all the feelings he knew.

 

Therefore, he rather chose to throw away his emotions.

 

It was a comfortable life if he silently did what he was told to do.

 

“But why?”

 

He pondered for a long time over an unanswered question.

 

Sian slowly raised his upper body.

 

[Now the

chowcowlate

bread doesn’t have any owner. Pick it up and eat it. Hmph.]

 

At first I thought that the child who was trying to feed me somehow was a slave, just like me.

 

The Master, who was very interested in Vallois, was also unaware of the existence of the Princess.

 

Of course, not knowing the name of the Princess, I was startled to learn that the child was a Vallois.

 

Because I learned that Vallois was bad.

 

But the problem was that she wasn’t.

 

[The way to eat steak is to eat it as delicious as possible!]

 

Also someone who doesn’t express my ignorance as stupid.

 

[Sian! Can I catch youuuu?]

 

The person who first gave me the right to choose between good and bad.

 

[Shush! I will listen to my friend.]

 

And decisively, the only person who called me as equal was the Princess of Vallois.

 

In front of Billie, I wasn’t a half-blood.

 

I wasn’t even a slave.

 

[Then let’s have lunch together.]

 

I was just a person.

 

‘I thought it was only in the children’s books I secretly read.’

 

Lying on the bed, he frowned for nothing.

 

For some reason, it felt strange that his heart was tickling.

 

To the extent he had to hit his chest.

 

The problem was that he couldn’t figure out the cause of his strange feelings and impulsive tendencies.

 

“She fed me lunch and treated me. It’s only natural to tell her when she’s allergic to something.”

 

After a while.

 

Nod, nodㅡ

 

Having come to his own conclusion, he nodded vigorously.

 

“…I have to pay it back double for everything. It’s what the Master said, so it’s okay.”

 

He couldn’t help this fuzzy feeling, so he tried to make an excuse.

 

Swingㅡ 　

 

“…Ah.”

 

The purple necklace that appeared through the collar of his shirt vibrated lightly.

 

Sian’s eyebrows went up, slightly taken aback by the sudden communication.

 

He was thinking of Billie.

 

He didn’t want to receive it now.

 

But.

 

[You’re no more than 5,000 gold and no less.]

 

As the wind picked up, his blond hair fluttered.

 

In the still silence.

 

Even though that voice just came to mind, Sian received the communication urgently as if he was hypnotized.

 

[Sian, it’s been a while.]

 

At the sound of the familiar voice, he shut his mouth for a moment.

 

And he immediately responded to the voice with emotion.

 

“Yes, Master.”

 

[You must be in Vallois Castle by now, right?]

 

“…Yes.”

 

She was as thin and transparent as a flower petal, yet her voice was as emotionless as a dead flower.

 

It was the same with Sian now.

 

[So what’s going on there?]

 

“Nothing. I guess I’ll just have to keep watching it.”

 

It was then.

 

[Sian was five-year-old before he was a slave! He’s a being that needs to be protected!]

 

When he was asked what had happened, Sian, who had come to his senses, added his words.

 

“…Master.”

 

[Huh? Tell me.]

 

Contrary to her warm tone, the Master was sighing as if she was a little annoyed.

 

Can he say that, he wonders.

 

Sian realized that he had become impulsive again.

 

He muttered, crouching on his knees like a frightened child.

 

“…Someone said this. That five-year-olds need to be protected.”

 

[But you’re eight years old.]

 

Flinch.

 

She was right.

 

He finally pursed his lips and sighed.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

[Yeah. Because our Sian is always working hard.]

 

At his reflection, the tone of the voice inside his necklace softened.

 

[By the way, Sian. Who is the person who said that to you?]

 

He answered right away without any warning.

 

“It’s the Princess of Vallois.”

 

[Princess? I heard that the Princess lives in an annex.]

 

“I thought it was like that after hearing what the Master said, but it turns out she lives in the main building.”

 

[…Really?]

 

Perhaps lost in thought, the woman asked a question belatedly, with no answer.

 

[Do you like the princess named Billishia?]

 

At that, Sian nodded his head vigorously, then he realized that he was in the middle of the communication, and replied.

 

“Yes.”

 

[Then I will send someone to the Duke’s castle so I can take the Princess with you.]

 

“…Will Billishia like it?”

 

[Of course. Obviously.]

 

“!”

 

[I think it would be a good idea to take her when the regular meeting of Vallois begins. Can you help me?]

 

Sian let out a rare bashful laugh.

 

“…Yes.”

 

***

 

“Lisa.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Sian, what do you think of him?”

 

‘I’m suspicious.’

 

That afternoon.

 

I tried to listen to the objective opinions of the employees.

 

“Hmm. At that time, you can’t do that if you’re a slave.”

 

Lisa, who was lost in thought for a moment, tilted her head, perhaps because it was ambiguous.

 

“I don’t think I see anything.”

 

Hmm.

 

At that time, Sian’s behavior at the dining room was certainly strange.

 

As the daughter of the villain 100 times.

 

According to my experience, that tenacious behavior was simply not the kind of atmosphere that Slave 1 could radiate.

 

There’s definitely a high chance that he’s an extra with a role to fill like me.

 

Knock, knockㅡ 　

 

I need to investigate the question right away.

 

After knocking on the office, I stood on my toes and opened the door.

 

“As a princess, I have a request for youuuuㅡmy friend Sian’s background investigation… A-Agasa!”

 

I, who had turned pale, screamed loudly.

 

His hair was disheveled coldly.

 

Agasa fell face down on the desk.

 

A terrifying landscape of leftover food and coffee cups around him was created.

 

“A-Aga!!!”

 

Emergency, emergency!

 

“A-Agasa is in danger! Knights!! Kni…”

 

“Mmm.”

 

I ran and slapped Agasa on the shoulder.

 

A hazy voice was heard through his sleep.

 

“…Miss Baby?”

 

“Aga? Aga! What, you were asleep?”

 

“Did I fall asleep?”

 

“Huh? You’re not dead?”

 

What is this. Turns out he’s not dead.

 

Slowly raising his upper body, he pouted in displeasure.

 

“I’m disappointed If you knew this Agasa was dead, I thought you would at least cry.”

 

“Don’t make fun of meee! I was surprised!”

 

Are you sure you’re going to die?

 

As I raised my cotton fist, Agasa chuckled.

 

He lazily brushed his hair and tidied it up.

 

“I won’t die until Miss Baby becomes the strongest of the Rolls Empire. Why did you come here?”

 

There was a thick shadow under his questioning eyes.

 

Come to think of it, the food he couldn’t finish.

 

A few empty cups of coffee.

 

‘Is he suffering from overtime work? I’ll have to ask about the business related to Sian later.’

 

I was going to talk about the regular meeting, but I couldn’t help it.

 

It’s also strange that Agasa looks so pitiful.

 

I shook my head.

 

“I’ll go if you’re busy. I’ll be back when you’re taking a rest.”

 

“No. I was going to visit the Princess, but it went well.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“It’s related to the regular meeting. Miss Prophet Baby.”

 

“?”

 

At the word ‘Prophet Baby’, I turned my head bewildered.

 

He seemed to regain his vitality within seconds.

 

“I will ask you some questions.”

 

“…Is it a test?”

 

“Well, it’s similar. According to this test, I will decide whether to take Miss Baby to the regular meeting or not.”

 

“T-This braaat. At that time, you were afraid and trembled, yet now you want to come and test me.”

 

I didn’t like it, so I raised my cotton fist.

 

Winceㅡ

 

Currently, Agasa has been entrusted with the authority of the regular meeting by Dad.

 

If I seemed to be wrong to him, there was no future for Vallois.

 

“…I’ll accept that test.”

 

In the end, I accepted the challenge with my purple eyes raised sternly.

 

Agasa, who became serious at the same time, nodded his head.

 

“Let me ask you the first question. Miss Prophet.”

 

“Yeah.”

 

“Who will be my future wife?”

 

“?”

 

Sparkling, sparklingㅡ

 

Was he really curious?

 

Agasa’s expression completely changed, his blue eyes shining as he waited for an answer.

 

‘Am I a fortune teller or what!’

 

This bastard. I’m going to have to mess with you.

 

I closed my eyes and waved my hands.

 

“…I see, I see.”

 

“Can you see my wife?”

 

“Hmm, to think that it’s a wife, you’d better take a broader view.”

 

Pretending to be in trouble, I nodded my head and widened my eyes.

 

“… Your future spouse isn’t a wife.”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“It’s a husbandㅡ”

 

Thudㅡ

 

“…”

 

Stunned by my words, he collapsed under the chair.

 

“He will be taller and stronger than Agasa.”

 

“…”

 

Let’s give him a detailed explanation.

 

Nud, nud.

 

I touched the fallen Agasa with my finger.

 

The victory of the test seemed to be me.