The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today

‘He's coming here.’

Alice quickly got off the terrace. The Duke saw her briefly and immediately entered the mansion, but Alice was certain.

The Duke is sure to come here. If he comes? If he comes, then what?

The preliminary investigation was perfect. Alice was more prepared to act like Lydia than anyone else.

She knew her usual way of speaking, the nickname for the Duke, and even the expressions and habits she often made.

She was confident. It won't be awkward. She would look like Lydia Widgreen herself.

However, Alice hung around nervously in her seat and finally cried out like a thunderbolt.

“May!”

“Yes, Madam, did you call me?”

After calling in the servant, May, who was in the hallway, rushed into the room.

“……The Duke, so when Ash comes, tell him I'm sick.”

“What?”

“Tell him that I couldn’t meet him since I’m sick. Give many excuses. Anyway, don't let him come into the room. Do you understand?”

“Madam, what……….”

“Don't talk to me, do what I tell you.”

Alice gave strength to her eyes staring at May. Weak but brainwashed again.

May nodded and left the room. After a while, she could feel the movement outside the door.

“Your Excellency, Madam is not feeling well……”

May's voice, which made an excuse for something sweet, was faintly conveyed through the closed door.

Alice held her breath unknowingly.

Her pride was unbearably hurt by the action, but there was no other way.

After listening to May, the presence stayed in front of the door for a while and then moved away.

Alice only breathed out her repressed breath after the trace was completely gone.

At the same time, she felt insulted.

‘Me…… this.…….’

She did what her instincts told her to do.

Her instincts ordered. Don't run into the Duke. Don't make eye contact with him.

It was an instinct that saved her many times already. There was no reason not to follow.

However, it was one thing to conform to instinct and to have her pride crushed badly.

“How the hell did this happen? That's the same with the carriage just now.…….”

She couldn't understand, and it was so humiliating that she couldn't understand it.

Alice chewed her lower lip with her upper teeth. She thought while holding back what she wanted to make a mess of by destroying the room right away.

‘I will never forget this humiliation.’

She must kiss the Duke to perform mental domination. But she could not get close to the Duke.

She didn't know what to do now, but there was still a way.

At a deep night.

When everyone falls asleep, that is, when Ash Widgreen is also deep in sleep.

‘Then I approach the sleeping duke and kisses him.’

It would be useless even if the Duke could see through the usual system.

Waiting then, Alice shined her eyes coldly.

The sunken eyes were clearly amber, but they looked completely different from Lydia's usual eyes.

***

“……Huh!”

I jumped to my feet.

When I regained consciousness, which had been deeply submerged, I was in a completely unknown place.

‘Where am I?'

It's not my room. It was a bedroom, but everything I saw was unfamiliar.

At that time, I remembered Alice, who was whispering and laughing at me with “my body.”

I lowered my gaze and looked at my current body. The clothes were changed, but the rich black hair remained the same.

I didn't have time to think about anything else. I rushed to the visible door.

Click.

‘It's locked.'

“Hey! Excuse me! Hey!!”

I banged on the door. I shouted my voice out loud.

But there was no response from outside the door.

As if I would break the door for a long time – I wish it would break – but I stopped acting like that after my neck and fist hurt while tapping.

‘Is there no one?'

I don't know if there's no one outside, or if they're all holding it and ignoring it.

I stared at the door that didn't show any sign of opening and turned around.

‘The windows are locked, too.'

I checked it just in case and looked around the room.

Bed, cabinet, table, and other paintings and decorations.

It was obviously a bedroom owned by a noble mansion. It was also a fairly luxurious axis.

‘Is this Alice's room?'

It didn't matter anywhere. Anyway, it didn't make sense that there were no people in the hallway in a room this big.

Even if I were imprisoned, at least one person to monitor me is needed.

‘Unless she’s trying to starve me to death in a room she doesn't use.’

But I don't think so. First of all, the room was clean and tidy as if it had been cleaned every day, and most of all, Alice told me to live.

She told you to watch it, alive. What she’s doing to Ash with my body.

I bit my lips hard. Then I lifted up any statue I could hold.

Clang!

‘Next.'

A vase, a frame, a glass of water. Anything was good. I threw, smashed, and broke everything I could see.

There was a loud noise when I picked up the chair and threw it into the decoration glass.

This thought occurred to me as the debris broke to the floor and I ran out of breath.

‘How do the villains in the novel do this every day?'

In fact, they are probably more physically fit than anyone else.

With that thought, when I swung a big frame on the bedpost and smashed it, the door finally opened.

“Lady!”

I stopped the towering movement. Even so, I was running out of energy.

The maid shouted as she looked at the view of the room, which seemed to have nothing more to break.

“What's wrong with you? Are you crazy, really? I was going to let you off to a certain extent, but this is……!”

“How long do I have to stay here?”

“Pardon me?”

“You locked me out of here. When can I go out?”

“…….how do I know that? That's up to the baron.”

Baron.

“So why did you do that? To the Duke of Widgreen, not another place. That's why the Baron is so…….”

I overheard the maid adding words. I can see how the situation is arranged roughly.

‘Anyway, I need a Baron's order to get out of here.'

What are the chances that Alice brainwashed Baron?

It's about 100%. Whatever I do now, the Baron would release me after Alice gives him orders.

And then, of course, it will be after Alice has achieved what she wants.

‘No, I can't.'

Just thinking about it made my fingers tremble and my chest tightened. It was also difficult to stand still with my legs relaxed.

The maid looked at me strangely as I trembled and talked to myself. I said in the interval.

“There's a maid here, Becky. Call her.”

“What?”

“Call her. Come on.”

“Becky? There's no one like that.”

“What?”

“There's no maid named Becky. Aren’t you mistaken?”

“That's not….”

I was embarrassed and had something to point out at the moment, so I described her appearance instead of her name.

The maid nodded only then.

“Are you talking about Mendy?”

‘Mendy.’

It's a completely different name. I thought I might have misread that time, but it seemed unlikely.

I hid my embarrassment and said it.

“Yes, I am. I was mistaken. Can you call Mendy for me?”

“It's not hard, but why suddenly…….”

“Hurry up.”

I couldn't afford to delay more because I had already taken a lot of time. I picked up the only thing that was fine on the floor in the mess.

The maid freaked out when I acted like I was going to throw it again.

“Oh, I get it, so do it in moderation, please! Who do you think would be getting rid of all that!”

The maid grumbled and quickly closed the door and left.

After a while, I was able to face a small soft figure with a face resembling Bessie.

“Oh, miss. You called me………”

A small body crouched and looked up at me.

I checked her name tag again.

[Mendy]

‘Ha.'

That was amazing. Did she even make up that name?

‘Why?'

Why did she do that to me? I couldn't understand Alice's psychology at all.

Of course, that was not the important thing right now.

At this moment, the important thing is not why Alice did such a thing, but how to prevent what she wants to do in the future.

I glanced at the brown eyes looking up anxious at me.

A maid named Mendy was terrified. But I couldn't read the hate or resentment from the look on me, I mean Alice.

I kept silent and said in eye contact with her.

“Mendy.”

Alice used this woman to write me a letter.

It is not known whether it was conciliatory or intimidating, or whether it was just a request.

Anyway, the key was that it worked for this maid.

“I have a favour to ask. Can you run an errand for me?”

“An errand but…….”

“It's simple.”

I reached out and grabbed a sharply broken glass.

The remaining part of the glass was not enough, so I cut my finger a little bit, but when I felt the pain, I calmed down.

I put the glass blade on my neck and pressed it hard as if it was about to be scorched.

“Please.”

Mendy's face turned white.

***

I don't know how long it's been. Because I broke the clock in the room.

The grumpy maid did not bring a new watch while tidying up the messy room.

The sun had already fallen outside, and I was allowed a meal.

Then Mendy, who I sent an errand, returned.

“Lady.”

She walked into the room looking around.

Rolling her eyes around and out, she carefully took things out of her arms and stuck them out to me.

“Yeah, here's what you asked. I came but…….”