Since When Were You The Villain? - Chapter 2

Isn’t this the name of the male protagonist?

Whether it’s Killian or Carlyle, if you count the gloomy names you see in Ropan’s novels, there will be dozens.

Besides, it’s a ‘Duke’. Ropan male lead’s 1st priority is the Northern Duke, no matter what anyone says.

‘It has come! This is the male lead!’

So, the main characters of this novel are ‘Sophia Frauss’ and ‘Killian Viprons Rivelon’…

If the main character’s name came out, wouldn’t it be hard to remember what this novel was all about?

I stared intently at the stationery, scouring through the folds of my brain.

But the innocent brain seemed unwilling to come up with the title.

‘I read too many novels, so I don’t know!’

How unlucky. I didn’t really remember because I read it regardless of whether it was a hit or miss.

In the beginning, Sophia and Killian were common names in ropan novels.

It was quite embarrassing that I couldn’t remember the title, but I soon found my composure.

‘It’s okay. I have big data based on a huge amount of reading…!’

Even if I can’t remember each piece of work, the accumulated experience is still alive! If I follow the formula of the ropan world, there will be no major problems.

I reluctantly opened the letter. And, after reading a few, I was able to quickly grasp the situation of this novel.

[We became engaged by the decision of the Imperial Family, but we have not even seen each other. He seems to be avoiding me on purpose… ]

[I know that my situation will be disappointing compared to the honor of the Duke who owns the Northern Territory. But I need this engagement. It’s okay to divorce after marriage…]

It’s a contract marriage.

I shook my head at the obvious development that made me sick.

Engagement arranged by the imperial family. Sophia wanted to escape this dilapidated attic with her engagement to Killian.

Killian, conscious of the imperial orders and the wealth of the count, accepted the engagement.

But he was cold to his fiance.

‘It’s common.’

The future was drawn as if in front of me.

After her gloomy marriage, Sophia will decide to divorce him, then Killian will be like a beast.

“You can’t go anywhere.”

The first unwritten rule of romance novels.

Divorce proposals were the starting point of marriage.

From that, the man’s obsession will sprout, and the woman will find true love!

‘Well, the Duke of the North does not tolerate divorce!’

I threw the finished letter into the desk drawer and prophesied like Nostradamus.

But in the future, I deeply regret this ‘hasty generalization’.

Knock.

A loud knock could be heard on the attic door.

I hurriedly put the letters in the desk drawer and closed it.

I didn’t even answer to come in, but the door swung open.

When I looked up, a woman was standing in front of the open door.

‘After all, is she the first character as expected?’

She was a maid in a black dress, a white apron skirt, and even the frill headband on her head.

“Please eat.”

The maid placed a tray on my desk.

She put it down so roughly that the contents inside were spilled a little.

At the rude maid’s attitude, I frowned slightly.

The bowl above the tray was filled with cold, thin soup, and the bread, hard enough to compete with a rock, had dark blue mold growing on it.

And…

‘That’s not pepper sprinkled on the soup… Is it a fly?”

I rubbed my eyes and looked at the black dots above the soup.

Traces of small wings and legs were clear.

‘Hah, it’s disappointingly boring…’

I shook my head.

It’s because I’ve seen too many settings where the heroine is ignored by her household’s servants.

I sighed and stood up from my seat.

First, let’s get to know the character’s name.

“You, what’s your name?”

When I asked, the maid snorted.

“Jenny.”

She was a maid who proudly revealed her name.

I could hear the backstory saying, ‘what are you going to do when you ask for my name?’

I scratched my forehead for a moment at Jenny’s confident attitude. Even if it’s a common development, it doesn’t change that the maid’s attitude is annoying.

“Yes, Jenny.”

I walked over to Jenny with a tray.

“Did you bring this for me to eat?”

When I held out the tray and looked at her, Jenny shrugged and laughed.

“Sure. It’s my job to take care of the lady’s meal. In any case, I lost the last bet.”

“Bet?”

“That you will be engaged to Duke Rivelon. Oh, just because you’re engaged doesn’t mean you want to be treated differently, right?”

Jenny chuckled.

Although the original Sophia was engaged to Duke Rivelon, she had never seen his face.

According to her letter, she had now been engaged to him for a month or so, but Killian had never visited her.

“If you want to be a master, marry the Duke and go to that place. Ah, well, I don’t know if His Excellency the Duke will make you the hostess.”

Jenny was sarcastic.

She seemed to think that even if Killian married me, he would have another mistress.

I felt very sorry for Jenny.

‘What are you going to do later?’

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t make sense to ignore someone who becomes the daughter of the family, even the fiancee of the Duke.

Of course, ‘Cinderella’s Persecuted Cliché’ tends to dispel that level of ignorance…

“Just one question, Jenny.”

I didn’t want to deal with the rude maid, but I had one question.

“Why do I, the daughter of Count Frauss, have to be humiliated by someone like you?”

Even the letters did not explain why ‘I’ was unhappy.

I was sure the maid Jenny would tell me about it.

Because she was a maid that first appeared, who would have the most appropriate source of information on my background and the situation explanation.

And she didn’t miss my expectations.

“The daughter of Count Frauss?”

Jenny laughed for a long time.

“You really thought that when I called you Lady!”

As her smile grew longer, my eyebrows narrowed.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s a shame because the master has a kind heart, otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

Jenny blew up Sophia’s background information.

Sophia was originally the daughter of Count Frauss and his ex-wife. However, after the death of his ex-wife, the Count married a young and beautiful new wife, who had a son.

A ‘Cinderella Story’ that didn’t go as far as expected.

The only difference between that was the step-sisters have turned into one younger brother.

“You should know. You skipped laundry and cleaning for days on the pretext of being sick. Did you think you would be treated well here?”

Jenny smirked with her slender, curved eyes.

It seems like the original Sophia did the chores like the real Cinderella.

‘That’s right.’

Getting the information I wanted, I slowly nodded my head.

“Yes, you are right.”

I took the soup bowl gently in one hand and smiled.

Now that she’s done her job, it’s my turn for the next episode.

“Like you said, I should’ve known.”

At the same time, I poured the soup over Jenny’s head.

“Ahh!”

Jenny trembled and screamed.

Soup fell down Jenny’s hair and face.

A black substance the size of a grape was seen in the middle of the flowing soup.

‘Ah, it wasn’t just flies?’

I didn’t look closely, but it was probably a dead cockroach or a spider. Jenny was terrified and tried to get rid of the disgusting bugs.

“What is this!”

I shrugged my shoulders, wondering what to say.

“…Some spice?”

“What?”

“Anyone who possesses a book is obligated to give some spice to the reader.”

I smiled, tilting the bowl I was holding over her head so that every drop of the soup dripped down on her.

“I guess I have been too quiet until now.”

I put the empty soup bowl over Jenny’s head like a hat.

Jenny trembled as she wiped the soup covering her face with her apron.

“Is it a good thing to leave your daughter unattended just because your ex-wife is dead? Does the new wife discriminate against me because I am the ex-wife’s daughter?”

I looked down at Jenny coldly.

She was at a loss of what to say.

You would be surprised, because if I were the original Sophia, I would never have done this. Reading the letters alone, Sophia Frauss was an extremely withdrawn and passive person.

But now, I, the possessor, have come here.

“If you do something like this again in the future, you won’t be able to go through it nicely, Jenny.”

Don’t forget the ropan’s essential cliche!