The Villainess Who Accidentally Stole Their Hearts - Chapter 159



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Episode 159

I tilted my head and looked toward the direction the letter had come from.

Swaaaah—

The wind blowing through the large window tickled my bangs.

Autumn sunlight pouring down throughout the hallway.

And countless letters flew to me on the wind.

My father was standing there.

“father……?”

My father looked at me without saying a word.

The red eyes seemed at times sinking, at other times boiling.

The texture of the roughly worn, dry paper felt particularly vivid.

“What is this… … .”

“This is the letter you were meant to receive.”

“yes?”

My father came up to me and looked through the letter I was holding.

“12 years ago.”

“… … .”

“14 years ago.”

“… … .”

“This was nine years ago.”

My father said, picking up the letter that had fallen on the floor.

In addition to hunting down monsters during my childhood, my father often left the mansion empty.

Just as you returned from another continent in a hurry just a few months ago.

“… … Did you send the letter?”

“many.”

A lot of letters filled the hallway.

Each of these contained the years when my father was not home.

“I didn’t know… … .”

On the console in the hallway was a pile of letters that hadn’t yet been blown away by the wind.

I understand why I was bombarded with letters as soon as I left the room.

The letters were piled up like a mountain, so much so that a tray couldn’t hold them all.

So many that they scatter in the blowing wind.

“… … .”

Somehow, deep in my heart, it felt like someone was gently shaking the round dogwood.

I raised my head and faced my father.

The red eyes were staring at me very warmly.

“sorry.”

A soft voice whispered in my ear.

“Thank you for making me wait.”

“… … .”

“sorry.”

“… … .”

“I didn’t receive your letter.”

A large hand covered my head.

Even when I was very young, and even now, my father’s hands were still big.

I opened my mouth. My breath was trembling.

“Why are you sorry, Father?”

My father sent me a letter.

So the people who should feel sorry are the ones who made the delivery mistake or the ones who intercepted the letter.

There was nothing for my father to be sorry about.

“I waited for you without any reason. It’s not something you should feel sorry about. It’s also your fault that you didn’t receive my letter—”

“I made you a lonely child.”

Stop.

I raised my head and looked at my father.

“I made him into a child who couldn’t even complain about not being able to reply to his letters.”

“… … .”

“It’s my fault. That’s why you kept pushing yourself so hard after I came back and taking care of your mother—”

Bam.

I rested my forehead on my father’s chest.

My father took a short breath.

“I’m not lonely anymore.”

“… … .”

“There was a misunderstanding. I actually sent it. Why didn’t you say anything when you didn’t receive it?”

“… … .”

“It’s not that I have a father who asks such things, but rather a father who says he’s sorry.”

“… … .”

“I have a father who doesn’t know what to do and apologizes for hurting my feelings even when I didn’t do anything wrong.”

I raised my head and smiled at my father.

“That’s why I like it so much.”

My father, who had been staring at me absentmindedly, raised his arm.

Soon, a large embrace embraced me.

Very tight and warm.

I thought about it in his arms.

‘… … Maybe it was a misunderstanding that made me unable to return to my parents’ home after I got married.’

Mikarin’s words are unbelievable.

If you look closely at the scenes I saw directly, they were all very fragmentary.

‘… … It happened before the regression, so I can’t confirm it now.’

As I was thinking that, I heard a grumbling voice on the other side.

“What, why are you and Dad in the hallway?”

“What are these letters?”

“Brothers.”

I raised my head and looked at Akainu and Zerno.

Akainu coughed and spread his arms.

“… … ?”

“Isn’t this it?”

“what.”

“… … Okay.”

Gerno frowned as he picked up the letter.

“It’s got an anti-breakage spell.”

I looked at my father in surprise.

“Did you put a damage-proof spell on the letter?!”

This was like gilding a letter.

My father turned his head and muttered.

“… … I was wondering if it got torn or burned on the way there and you didn’t receive it.”

“……haha.”

Somehow, I found myself laughing.

Since I didn’t get a reply, I was wondering if I could send the letter using the Tentera code and see if it would get delivered.

The father was worried that the letter might be delivered if he cast an anti-breakage spell because he didn’t receive a reply.

No matter what anyone says, we were father and daughter.

“But how did you find this letter?”

“I heard about your letter. So I looked for it. Since the damage prevention spell prevented it from being burned or torn, I think you hid it somewhere in the house.”

Well, if you throw something that isn’t even damaged outside, it could be a big problem.

‘Because it has the seal of Archduke Deloshif on it.’

All these letters would come back to the Grand Duke’s residence, and there would be an uproar over who threw the letters outside.

It would have been safer to hide it at home.

The Grand Duke’s residence consists of five buildings.

It could well be that way, since discipline was a mess when the Baroness was in charge of the household.

“… … I thought you only replied to Mikarin.”

“I guess you didn’t see the contents.”

As I nodded, my father spoke.

“I just asked how you were doing. I also asked if you could convince Nike to write to me.”

“Really?”

“I would appreciate it if you could send me a message directly saying that you are doing well, even if it is just a word or two.”

“… … .”

“I wanted to see with my own eyes how your handwriting changed as you grew up.”

There was a reason why Mikarin tried so hard not to show the contents.

Jerno, who had been quietly listening to us, opened his mouth.

“… … I’m just curious, but where is Mikarin Telsi imprisoned now?”

“……hmm?”

“There are many prisons in the palace. I wonder which one he is locked up in.”

“Why are you suddenly curious about that?”

“… …I wanted to say hello?”

Gerno nodded with a cool face.

It wasn’t an expression that said he was just asking how I was doing.

The eyes were rolling.

“Brother, we can’t let Mikarin die suddenly in prison.”

“Why doesn’t it work?”

“You’re right, brother. Sudden death is one of the natural forms of death.”

“There’s no way to stop someone from suddenly dying on their own.”

Even my father is joining in.

I sighed.

“I can’t let you give up so easily. I have to make you want to die.”

“You are wise.”

“My older brother was short-sighted.”

“There is no law that says a human has to die naturally.”

“… … .”

Somehow I felt like I knew where my dog-like nature came from.

“But where did you hear about the letter?”

“His Majesty the Emperor has informed us.”

“Your Majesty?”

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It was unexpected.

Of course, I did talk about the letter during my private meeting with the Emperor yesterday.

But I’m the type of person who doesn’t care about things like that at all.

‘Well, I guess they just made it a passing topic.’

I shrugged.

* * *

The Emperor’s Sediment.

The emperor sat in comfortable attire and drank tea served by his chamberlain.

“Ugh, write.”

“Eat it all anyway. You need to recover your energy.”

The emperor drank all his tea with a frown on his face.

Then he chuckled as if he had just had a thought.

“Why are you doing that?”

“Have you seen the expression on Archduke Delosif’s face?”

“Ah, when you were talking about letters.”

“I have never seen that cold and emotionless person so flustered and surprised. Do you remember? The reaction of Archduke Delosif when the assassin came in.”

“I thought I would be more surprised if a bug flew at me.”

The emperor laughed heartily.

The chamberlain sighed.

“Did you say that because you wanted to see the surprised look on Archduke Delosif’s face?”

“No way. It was for the princess.”

The attendant looked at the emperor with suspicious eyes.

To be honest, the emperor he had served his entire life was not someone who would serve someone purely.

Because he was a very political person.

“Do you know what the princess said when I told her to tell me what she wanted and that I would grant her any wish?”

“It’s obvious. Didn’t I mention the winner of the succession war?”

“Yeah, everyone said that. Since I specifically gave permission.”

“You’re saying she wasn’t a princess?”

The chamberlain looked at the emperor in surprise.

The emperor smiled brightly and said cheerfully.

“The princess owes Jim her life.”

“yes?”

The attendant frowned as if in doubt and asked.

“Does that mean you put it off until later?”

“No, the princess said her wish.”

“… … ?”

“But the result was that I owed Jim my life.”

“What on earth do you wish for… … .”

“Hahaha! You will never guess it in your lifetime.”

The emperor laughed heartily and put down his cup with a thud.

“Isn’t that very wise? Not even using the word ‘later’ to hide the value of the right of wish, and still leaving me in debt.”

“… … .”

“A single young lady deciding the succession is an opportunity to gain enormous power as a public servant, but it is also a double-edged sword that can have repercussions.”

“… … .”

“Nicaea knows the truth. It is more beneficial to win the war of succession than to decide the crown prince.”

The truth is, everyone knows it.

However, there are few people who take the easy, fast, and clear path, and take the path that may lead to failure.

Even the spirits who lived much longer than Nicaea.

The emperor smiled.

“I really want her. If she were my daughter-in-law… … .”

“Are you still hearing that sound?”

“No, if she was Jim’s daughter… … .”

The emperor, who had been muttering, opened his eyes.

“It’s not too late, so should I take her in as my adopted daughter? If the princes aren’t good candidates for marriage, what would the emperor be like as a father?”

“Archangel Delosif will come to you with a sword.”

The emperor suddenly frowned.

“If it were any other family, it would be an honor for generations to come.”

“your majesty.”

“… … I barely survived the brink of death, but I can’t really die.”

The emperor let out a hiss and gave an order to his chief chamberlain.

“Open the palace treasury. I need to send a gift to the princess.”

Instead of answering, the chamberlain looked at the emperor.

“Why are you looking at me like that? Can’t you at least do something sticky?”

The chamberlain sighed and bowed his head at the emperor’s journey.

I’m glad I knew it was sticky.

* * *

As soon as I arrived at the top of the tower, Bluewin greeted me.

“Welcome, Your Majesty.”

“Long time no see. How have you been?”

“… …Thanks to you.”

It was an answer that made me feel a lot of agony.

It looks like the life of a research slave isn’t easy.

“The Lord of the Tower is in the reception room.”

“Already? I thought you’d be cooped up in the lab since you didn’t make a separate appointment.”

“We have guests.”

“Uh, should I wait a moment?”

“It’ll be okay. He’s the princess’s fiancé.”

Is Iscallion here?

I tilted my head and followed Bluewin’s guidance.

When I opened the reception room door, Iscallion was really there.

‘what?’

The two people who saw my face suddenly stopped talking.

“I didn’t know Your Majesty was here. What did you two talk about?”

“We didn’t talk much.”

“Serkael.”

“You said we didn’t talk much.”

I looked at the two men quietly.

But neither of them said anything.

‘What the heck?’

At my gaze, Serkael changed the subject altogether.

“Let’s start by talking about how to find your magic complex.”

I nodded for a moment.

Iscallion also seemed unsurprised to hear the news from Serkael.

“Magic has a tendency to return to its original owner. You may have experienced it as well.”

“I?”

“When it was the soul stone of the Grand Duchess.”

“ah…….”

I’m talking about when my magic power was absorbed into my mother’s soul stone.

As my magic power was returning to me, I ‘resonated’ with my mother’s soul stone.

“But I’ve never really had a magical connection with Mikarin.”

“Mikarin also has half of your magical power. She thinks of it as her home too.”

“It’s home too, so why don’t you come back to me? That’s why the connection isn’t working?”

“okay.”

Serkael nodded and continued speaking.

“Just like magic itself, magic also has the characteristic of returning to its original owner.”

“Then… … if you ‘resonate’, it will come back to me?”

“That’s right. To be exact, that’s not the end, I developed a new magic… … .”

An explanation consisting of complex magic formulas followed.

I used to listen to the explanations of the excited research enthusiast with one ear and said,

“So, if we ‘resonate’, Serkael will take care of it?”

“… … It’s not that simple of a problem, you’re right. I’m a genius.”

“The problem is that my magical power can’t ‘resonate’ with Mikarin because she thinks it’s her home?”

“that’s right.”

I sighed.

“I figured out a way, but the prerequisites didn’t match.”

“There is also a way to force ‘resonance’. But it would require capturing Mikarin and running several experiments. At least half a year?”

I frowned.

Mikarin’s trial is coming up soon.

Since it is a matter concerning the Emperor, I cannot take it out on my own.

‘… … Should I have asked the Emperor to hand over Mikarin’s body to me?’

It was a moment where I clicked my tongue and said, “Tsk.”

A light flashed in my head.

“I’ve been receiving strange messages for a while now… … .”

“A note?”

“… … It was a note telling me to be careful, as the Empress and Mikarin were after my magical power.”

“That’s been the case from the beginning.”

“Yeah, that’s why I ignored it.”

Now that I think about it, it was strange.

“The ancient magic extractor that Evans used was too small. It didn’t put any strain on my body.”

“… … .”

“But can I really generate so much magic power that I have to be careful?”

Serkael looked at me, breathing hard.

“The First Empress is also trying to make you ‘resonate’ with Mikarin?”

“Who sent that note?”

“There was no name written on it.”

I shook my head at Iskalion’s words.

“But I know who it is.”

It was a very familiar handwriting.

So I ignored it.

“Ulysses.”

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