A Terminally Ill Villainess Refuses To Be Adopted - Chapter 2

Chapter 02

“To remember it, of course.”

“…Do you have to?”

“That’s a strange thing to say.”

In a tired and sharp voice, the child said.

“If I follow what you said to me, I’ll be indebted to you for the time being, I have to know the name of the landlord.”

The glaring eyes whispered that if you lie, you will die. Like the villain of a novel who remembers the name of a traitor and then chases them down to kill them.

At that moment I realized

Ah. It’s already too late to not get entangled. Figures,

I vomited my answer, trying not to stutter.

“……Evelyn.”

The name of the girl who sold the young villain into slavery.

I watched the villain repeat my name several times, and I looked at the feet of the boy who was already inside the house.

“If I kick him out now, will he come back to kill me?”

Should I not take him in? No. If you think about it, I’d rather have him.

‘If I tell him now to go back because I can’t remember my promise, I would have died right there.’

The Raven I knew was such a villain.

Crazy to get revenge on everyone in the world. A villain who was cruel, heartless, and even more terrifyingly beautiful.

‘No. Nothing is certain yet.’

Being inside a book…such a thing could not have become my reality.

shut my eyes tightly, opened my eyes, and said to the boy who, by chance, must have had the same name as the villain.

“Did you say Raven?”

“Yes.”

“Why don’t you look around for a moment?”

The boy nodded his head. Even in a scruffy state, his posture was straight and his movements were graceful.

“Let’s close the door.”

Contrary to nodding his head, the boy, who could hardly move in front of the door, flinched at my words. He looked at me and slowly began to pull his foot out of the doorway. It was a rather comical gesture, but I couldn’t laugh.

This is because the child’s expression, which I could look at more closely, was so exhausted he was close to collapsing.

“……Good. Thanks.”

There was nothing to be grateful for, but he still thanked me. It was so pitiful that I wanted to calm him down.

The child glanced at me and slightly frowned.

“Look around. Since there is everything that has to be seen. But if you need anything, just tell me.”

“There’s a room over there, too. My room is… Um…”

Come on. Work memory.

Oh, there.

“Over there. I only have one bed in the house. But I can share mine.”

His golden eyes narrowed for a moment. Shaking for a

bit.

“If you don’t like it because the bed is cramped, you can change the room.”

We have to share the bed when we go to sleep anyway.

…can I get a good night’s sleep?

“I’ll have the one with the bed.”

Anyway, I smiled brightly at the answer that popped out.

“You finally opened your mouth.”

Raven made a strange face.

“Don’t be so nervous. It’s not you who should be nervous now, but me. Being so vigilant makes me feel like I’m doing something wrong.”

“…you.”

“Yes. Say it.”

He was really that Raven.

What does he want to say?

The boy opened his mouth slowly.

“You’re different from what I saw back then.”

“Ah.”

If you are saying then, you mean when Evelyn asked you to come here, right?

That’s why you were so wary. I quickly convinced myself and breathed out a complicated sigh.

“Yeah, I became this Evelyn.’

I’m not sure if it’s a book transmigration, but it seems to be a transmigration nonetheless.

I had a headache.

The same goes for the body pain that has been gradually increasing since earlier. To be honest, wanted to be alone, go somewhere, grab a pillow or anything else and bury myself on the bed.

‘I want to find painkillers and eat them.’

And, and……

‘I want to check.’

I wonder if my guess is right.

There was something I wanted to ask the child, since the moment he told me his name.

“I told you. I lost my memory earlier.”

But I couldn’t put my impatience and anxiety in front of a child who was already scared, so I continued with a smile on my face.

“So I’m a little uneasy right now, but I’m pretending to be okay as much as I can.”

“…Why are you pretending?” “Because you look more anxious than me.”

When I answered with a shrug of my shoulders, the child blinked as if stunned. He opened his mouth to say something, but soon closed his lips.

He just stared at me for a moment, as if observing me.

Yes, observe to your heart’s content, scrutinize everything and finally rest assured that I am no danger to you.

‘And after that, please talk to me.’

As I asked in my heart, I smiled as softly as possible.

“Didn’t you say earlier that you would use the room with the bed? Then go and take a look. I’m a bit confused, so I’ll sit here.”

“……Here?”

“Yes. Oh, I’m not going anywhere. Don’t worry and go look at it.”

The boy, who had not lowered his vigilance, still headed into the room with a much more stable face than before.

Watching him go, I slowly closed my eyes. And I remembered what I had been putting off since before.

<The Resolve of a Fallen Saint.>

As soon as I saw Raven, the familiar title of the book came to my mind, like a lighting billboard.

The warm bread was cooling down.

<The Resolve of a Fallen Saint.>

It was, so-so novel my younger brother gave me. I heard that it was published somewhere.

“There is only one paper book in the world.”

He said he had made one specially for his big sister, and handed it over with dry hands.

He was a child who studied and even wrote romance novels that were not my taste. He said it was cumbersome to make a detailed setting and asked me, to make it, so I also helped with a half assed attitude..

But even though I was busy after I became an adult, read the novel until it was worn out. Each sentence was precious, as our precious youth and memories were carved in each setting.

……I miss the old times.’

The content itself was strictly following the clichés.

The story of a fragile heroine, Luciel, who escapes from her cage, falls in love passionately, receives more love than she gives, and leads to a happy ending.

Since she was a saint who was locked deep in the temple, I attached a background setting of [War) to get her out, and in order for the female lead to stand out in that war, I had put the (Holy Grail) at the center of the conflict.

Thus, the perfect stage for the heroine was created by making the <Saint> the true owner of the Holy Grail>

“Were there two, no, three leads who fell in love with the Saint who stood out because of that?’

The main male lead was Crown Prince Adrian Bridium.

The character, who was more passionate than anyone else in love, became the main male lead, exerting a strong influence on the saint who had become cold and passive due to her confined life.

Of course, on the contrary, there were also the mournful Sub Leads.

Xylocart.

A man who smiled warmly just by looking at the saint.

He was an insidious darkness to other people, but only to Saint Luciel, he was head over heels and had a face, as if he was going to die for her.

“It was even more sad that he couldn’t confess until the end.’

My brother used to say that Xylocart looked a lot like him.

‘So he said he didn’t like it.’

What do you mean you don’t like it?

Judging from the painstakingly portrayed psychological narrative, it was clear that he liked the character.

If the person my brother loved so much was Xylocart. The person I cherished the most was the villain, neither the female lead nor the male lead.

So, I went into the room that the kid with the same name as the villain went into a while ago…

‘Raven North

He was the villain.