The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today-Chapter 102

Episode 102

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

It was enough time for Ash’s answer to be engraved in my head. I closed my eyes once.

“………!”

I puffed my mouth when I had lost my voice.

No matter how much I think about it, it’s clear that Ash is good at surprise attacks. I can’t do this without that.

I coughed in vain and fanned my hot face.

Then I stopped because my face and hands were cold at the same time. Well, I’m glad the air was cold.

When I regained my composure thanks to the cold air, Ash asked.

“Do you want to go?”

I blinked at what that question meant and asked the opposite question.

“……to the kingdom?”

“Eung.”

“Do I look like that?”

Could it have been seen as a conflict?

But it wasn’t. I swear to God.

The only reason I’ve been out of my mind like this all morning is that I didn’t expect a secret from my origin that I suddenly found out.

Following Count Suina to return to the kingdom was not even an option for me in the first place.

“No.”

“…… then why did you ask?”

“Just in case. I need to hear it personally.”

I glanced at Ash.

Ash’s calm look and the twitching inside the golden pupil were not much different from usual.

However, I suddenly wondered if the appearance of Count Suena could be a source of anxiety for Ash.

Ash and anxiety, it wasn’t a good combination.

“What if I answer yes, what if I want to follow the count to the kingdom?”

I asked teasingly. It’s a good thing to be able to say things that I don’t mean.

Ash stared at me silently at the words I had thrown.

The straight look at me straightened my heart out for some reason because I thought I wouldn’t be shaken no matter what.

“Then…”

“Then?”

“I would be agonizing whether it would be better to simply tweak it, or would it be better to erase the whole kingdom from the map?”

……Is this a joke?

Can I laugh at this timing?

It’s pretty high-quality to take back the joke with a joke.

Of course, it may not be a joke, but I won’t think about it. I tried to speak calmly.

“Wouldn’t you rather keep me from going?”

Of course, this is not to say that I want to be detained at all.

In other words, it would be easier to remove the country from the map.

“What if you ask me to release you?”

“Then let me go….”

Wait, then there’s no point tying it up in the first place.

“……I have to ignore it, right? Even if you ask me to release you.”

Wait a minute. The more I talk about this, the more I feel like I’m pushing for a crime.

[Everyone, of course, confinement is a crime. Don’t put it into practice because it’s a joke.]

While suffering from a sense of duty to add such a warning, Ash responded.

“What if you beg, and cry out? What if you threaten me to kill yourself if I don’t let you go?”

“What? Such an extreme………but won’t you release me?”

Where is this question and answer going? Even though it is a virtual setting, why am I constantly intensifying the crime?

Ash replied and smiled as he saw me shaking my pupils.

Then he reached out and arranged my hair, which was scattered by the wind.

I held my breath because I didn’t want to lose the sensation of that little touch.

“Can it be?”

No, but you’re less criminal than destroying the country.

Ash’s words continued while I was contemplating what to say.

“I thought so. Even if I live, I will live by your side, and if I die, I will die by your side.”

“……..”

“I would do it rather than having you leave me, but….”

The hand that had arranged my hair calmly receded, leaving me a lingering regret.

“On second thought, I was not confident.”

“……confident?”

“If you sincerely cry and beg me to let you go. I don’t have confidence I won’t do it.”

I opened and closed my eyelids. The heart began to thump with an irregular beat.

Ash’s voice, which started harshly and spoke weakly, was strangely strange.

“If you beg me to let you go, and if you threaten to just die here if I don’t let you go, I might really let you go.”

“…….”

“Even if it kills me.”

Oh, it ended like hell. But the last words stuck in my heart.

So that means, after all, that’s what I mean. He won’t let me go until he dies.

And if I really beg him to, he’d rather not disobey me by choosing death.

I wriggled my hands on the railing for no reason. My heart kept pounding, but I didn’t know what to say. I bothered the innocent railing for a long time and then spit out anything.

“……why do you call me noonim? We were supposed to call each other by our name when no one was listening.”

Hold on. Doesn’t this sound like a line that a lady who secretly raises a young lover would complain when she’s alone with her lover?

I broke out in a cold sweat. I hurriedly changed the subject again.

“And don’t worry, I’ll never go to the kingdom. The Count’s words weren’t so reliable in the first place.”

Yes, it’s true. Speaking of which, I was not trusting all the Count had said. It doesn’t mean that I doubt myself as a princess.

I can’t think of any reason for a vassal of another country to deceive me with such vulgar words. But this was what I felt was too early to trust.

‘The people who were aiming for the princess are hostile to our royal family.’

Count Suena said the rebel forces were the one who sent me a hitman. In the future, when they killed the current king and his successor and succeeded in usurping the throne, it would be troublesome if I had the hostility of the royal family’s blood, so they tried to deal with me in advance.

He bowed his head, saying he was ashamed of letting information about me leak out.

At first glance, it wasn’t a totally unconvincing explanation.

But is it true?

Turns out, the reality may be the exact opposite.

For example, the queen herself is trying to kill me, not the rebels.

If more than two decades ago it was not her choice but just a “failure.”

‘It’s not impossible.’

However, the question of how to do so to one’s child, who was born from her stomach, cannot be included in the basic argument.

Even if I search the history book a little, how many people could do it?

In a similar vein, it doesn’t matter that the count looks as good as he can’t lie.

I could tell ten stories about a man who looked like he couldn’t kill an ant, which turned out to be a big killer.

……. Are ten too many? Then five.

‘For now, either way, it’s just a family.’

For now, it is impossible to know whether a biological mother who has never seen her face is evil or good, or if she is trying to kill me or save me.

I was going to keep my mouth shut for a while, so lost in thought.

When I came to my senses, Ash’s face was too close.

Uh, huh?

I was naturally startled and tried to back off, but I hesitated. Wait, do I need to back off?

I don’t know what to say, but it’s good to be close.

As I was steadily taking care of my dark heart in this situation, Ash whispered in my ear.

“I know right. Why would I call you noonim, not with your name?”

……what? Are you answering that?

Well, that’s just a word you can ignore. I returned the topic at best!

“Maybe because I’m afraid it would be a waste of time if I call you often.”

A gentle, low, soft voice sank into the ear like a butterfly’s wing.

Wow, that’s good.

He’s never learned that before. How could he choose that word?

Starting with a puffy earlobe, the whole face felt hot.

Somehow I felt I couldn’t lose.

I wasn’t in a situation where Ash and I were competing for something, but somehow.

I raised my head stiffly, took my mouth to Ash’s ear and whispered in a responsive whisper.

“Well, I guess it’s also a waste if you kiss me often.”

At this moment, if I score on my boldness and courage, I will get 100 points.

I did it, but it’s amazing. That’s a terrible line.

Fortunately, Ash didn’t give me a long time to struggle alone with inner shame.

“……No.”

The inner part of my chest was splashed on my eyes, which were clearly thick as if to show my desire.

I pretended to speak in a nonchalant tone even with the noise of the loud pulsating.

“You said it’s a waste if you call my name often.”

“Any exception is permitted.”

Please say so, Lydia.

At the gentle whisper of Ash that followed, I finally couldn’t hold out any longer and raised the white flag.

I let go of my hand on the railing and put my arm around Ash’s neck.

“……okay, then kiss me right away.”

“As you command.”

This kiss was a long one.

Even though I knew I could breathe through my nose, my lips fell several times in the middle of holding my breath without realizing it, but it gave me time to rest for a while and never meant the end. I knew on this day that kissing requires stamina.

Too much requires stamina.

It was a night when the stars filled the night sky and moved to me and made my heart and head dizzy.