BJ Villainess - Chapter 10

“Do you remember what I’ve done for Theresa’s birthday so far?”

 

“You rented a hotel and let her hold a birthday party.”

 

It was something he couldn’t remember.

 

If he had just received that kind of document around this time, he would have given it a rough stamp and allowed it.

 

He didn’t want to get involved and he didn’t want to know.

 

“Previously, Theresa told me that I didn’t know her birthday. She wasn’t asking, she already knew.”

 

Raul put his cigar down on the ashtray and rubbed his eyes slowly.

 

“By the way, I remember Libby’s birthday clearly. The birthday of my daughter, who I lost when she was only two years old, was celebrated with my wife every year.”

 

That fact felt strange for the first time today.

 

Raul mumbled in a low-pitched voice that mixed with the sound of iron.

 

“I don’t know where it went wrong.”

 

“That happens with children. Don’t blame yourself, my Lord.”

 

Knock. Knock.

 

Then a servant knocked on the door of the office.

 

“Master, the Lady has collapsed and called the doctor.”

 

Jump!

 

“What? Why did Libby fall down?”

 

How can you tell such an emergency so calmly!

 

The servant quickly corrected themselves in a slightly bewildered voice.

 

“I am sorry. My explanation was lacking. The one I was talking about was Lady Theresa.”

 

“Ah.”

 

Raul was relieved for a moment, then felt his blood go cold.

 

Why did he feel relieved that Theresa had collapsed?

 

Because she wasn’t Libby?

 

He felt like he was trapped in a bad nightmare.

 

Raul closed his mouth tightly and recklessly went to Theresa’s room.

 

“Open up.”

 

Bump!

 

When the door opened, what he saw was Giuseppe and Libby drinking tea.

 

Libby rose from her seat.

 

“Father? What brings you here?”

 

Raul became bewildered.

 

‘Why is Libby in this room?’

 

At that moment, Donovan, who followed him in a hurry, apologized.

 

“My Lord, Lady Theresa’s room is not here.”

 

“What? I’m sure this is…”

 

Raul belatedly recalled that Theresa had surrendered her successor’s room to Libby.

 

“I’ll take you to Lady Theresa’s room.”

 

Raul followed Donovan without explaining to Libby and Giuseppe, who looked at him questioningly.

 

The Duke’s residence was a very large mansion.

 

That’s why he had to walk for quite a long time to get to the last room in the hallway.

 

In addition, Theresa’s room was in the corner.

 

A room that had been vacant for a long time because such a secluded place was never used.

 

It was an area that was out of everyone’s attention.

 

Theresa was in this kind of place?

 

Click.

 

When the door opened, the room got smaller, and he could see a drawing room filled with complicated things that looked like they were about to burst.

 

Raul became even more baffled.

 

“Why is a Princess Squire using this kind of room? There are still better rooms left, so why don’t you let her go somewhere else?”

 

“The Lady said it must be this room… My apologies.”

 

Why should it be this room?

 

That vain Theresa.

 

As his mind became complicated like a tangled thread, he ran into the doctor who had just finished the treatment.

 

“Oh, you’re here. I was going to tell you the results of the treatment.”

 

“I heard Theresa collapse. What’s her status now?”

 

“She didn’t lose consciousness, she just fell down due to dizziness. I prescribed her some medicine, and she’ll be fine soon.”

 

Now that he thought about it, Theresa didn’t eat much in the dining room.

 

She left out all the meat and barely ate the soup.

 

She was pale.

 

“Theresa?”

 

“She just fell asleep. Would you like to go inside?”

 

Raul shook his head with a stiff face.

 

“No, it’s fine.”

 

First of all, it was necessary to organize the thoughts that were still stuck in confusion.

 

The servants also didn’t react much as if they knew Raul would be like this.

 

“Wait a minute.”

 

Raul raised his hand when the servants opened the door to the hallway.

 

“The existing furniture in this room only looks complicated, it’s not elegant. Change everything to a better one.”

 

Furniture was a very expensive item.

 

But not just replacing a table or a chair, but he was changing everything to a better one?

 

As the servants were wondering, Donovan stepped up and replied.

 

“I’ll follow your orders.”

 

Raoul nodded and went out into the hallway.

 

“Yes.”

 

Suddenly, he remembered something from the beginning of last year.

 

He remembered that Theresa suddenly said she wanted a private carriage, but he had dismissed it immediately,

 

‘Was it something you wanted for your birthday?’

 

Raul glanced back at the door, which was slowly closing.

 

Then he opened his mouth as if possessed.

 

“Buy Theresa a special carriage for her birthday.”

 

“Then shall we assume that there is no blank check?”

 

“No, I’ll give it to her as it is.”

 

Even if he was a descendant from a family where hands were precious, whether it was coming-of-age ceremonies or ordinary birthdays, he would not spend so much money

 

And the birthday party was for none other than the asshole Therese.

 

Donovan almost asked why, but he managed to come to his senses.

 

“Okay. I’ll post the documents as soon as I find a suitable carriage.”

 

“Therese is the one who will use it, so ask her which one she wants.”

 

In the end, Donovan couldn’t stand the shock.

 

“I know the carriage that she wanted. It’s a luxurious carriage, painted with antique olive dyes, and its embossed parts are gilded.”

 

It was the carriage that every girl would dream of, with curves as beautiful as tulips.

 

A carriage of that level was used by a duchess or a princess.

 

“Yes, pick that.”

 

“Lord, it will be well known in society at once.”

 

Just because of Theresa’s room situation, she suddenly gained a high score.

 

“Is my finances so difficult that I can’t even do this for my daughter’s birthday?”

 

It wasn’t the case.

 

If he had told him to do it for Libby, Donovan would have gotten the best without protesting.

 

“…My apologies, my Lord. I made a slip of the tongue.”

 

“That’s enough. What you said makes sense.”

 

Raul walked toward the office with heavier steps.

 

It was too far.

 

The successor’s room and the Duke’s office were all so far from each other.

 

Who created this sense of distance?

 

Raul’s expression darkened.

 

* * *

 

The next day.

 

I just woke up after taking the prescribed medicine, but as soon as I opened my eyes, I found an absurd notification window.

 

[The Constellation ‘Cider Pass’ has sponsored 1,000 coins]

 

[The timing of the pain is amazing! The whole universe is helping this broadcast!]

 

“…What is this?”

 

[The Constellation ‘Conspiracy Theorist’ has sponsored 1,000 coins.]

 

[This is all part of BJ’s plan lol. Raul is playing into BJ’s palm lol.]

 

The notification window disappeared after a certain period of time even if I didn’t check it.

 

Therefore, it meant that the sponsorship window currently floating was recent.

 

‘Have the Constellations been playing around with sponsorship? …Why?’

 

It was difficult to understand the situation because of all the excitement and nonsense written in the comment section one after another.

 

As I tilted my head, the maids came to the room.

 

“Lady, are you feeling well?”

 

“Yes, I’m fine.”

 

‘Since what happened in the dining room yesterday, I felt chill in my body.’

 

Shortly after Ozworld disappeared from the library, I returned to my room because I was in no mood to open a book.

 

Perhaps because of the extreme stress, before even entering the bedroom, my head suddenly started spinning, and I sat down and couldn’t get up for a while.

 

“The Duke came here yesterday.”

 

I narrowed my brow slightly as my hair was lightly groomed.

 

“Father?”

 

No wonder there was a mention of Raul in the sponsorship.

 

“Yes. He was worried and even came to the drawing room and asked the doctor about Lady’s condition.”

 

It was natural for parents to worry about their children when the children collapsed.

 

However, the maids were reporting as if they were dealing with something unnatural.

 

It was actually unnatural.

 

“He didn’t have to come.”

 

I swallowed a sigh and squeezed the corners of my eyes.

 

Because, from experience, I knew well what would happen if the child he didn’t like was bothering him.

 

This was a difficult situation.

 

It seemed I needed to be a little more careful to get out of the Duke’s residence safely.

 

I slowly removed my hand from the corner of my eyes and said to the maids.

 

“From now on, try to deal with it quietly so that Father doesn’t waste his time walking here just because of a slightly upset stomach.”

 

It was Theresa’s specialty to make a fuss around the house, even if it was just pretending.

 

But now she didn’t want them to tell him even if she was genuinely in pain?

 

The maids were perplexed as if they could not tell whether this was true or not.

 

“S-Still, Lady. You really collapsed yesterday…”

 

“I was just dizzy for a moment. The doctor also said it was nothing.”

 

The maids were engulfed in awkward silence, perhaps not being able to understand my true feelings.

 

If I didn’t do anything, the maids would be frozen, keeping an eye on a person who was difficult to understand.

 

I went to the dressing table and sat down.

 

It was an unspoken order for them to start grooming.

 

The maids began to help me groom my hair, looking relieved that they had something to do.

 

There was a luxurious envelope on the dresser.

 

Inside of it was a blank check.

 

‘My birthday ended well with this.’

 

I got what I wanted.

 

Now I could have a quiet day until I needed to write the check.