The Villainess Is Worshipped By The Mafia? - Chapter 2

Perhaps he had already been told by Fleur that Blanche’s speech impairment had improved, so he looked less surprised.

 

The butler sneaked a look at Blanche.

 

Of course, it’s not a big deal if she just woke up and bit her tongue.

 

“…… Yes, we have already received the Count’s understanding.”

 

“Still pretending to be Mariette.”

 

“No, you don’t have to do that anymore. The Marquis and Master Pierre did their best. They said Lady Blanche is okay.”

 

The original plot has changed.

 

‘Originally, I was supposed to die and my sister will get married to Count Juan.’

 

Blanche murmured, not even thinking about drinking the cold water Fleur had given her.

 

“That’s unexpected. If it was Count Juan, he would have considered marriage to the youngest Marquis’ daughter an insult to him. Well. It’s all good.”

 

The butler seems to have taken Blanche’s words, who had no intention of marrying the Count on behalf of her sister, with a different interpretation.

 

“Well done, miss!”

 

“Really? Do you really think so? Does grandfather think I should marry him instead of her?”

 

The butler blinked at the servants behind his back in case of an emergency. In the blink of an eye, two men stood by Blanche’s bed.

 

So that they can subdue her at any time.

 

After all the preparations were completed, the butler spoke in a soft voice.

 

“Miss. You don’t seem to be feeling better yet, so let’s get you some tea first. Fleur. Go and bring her favorite Rosemary tea.”

 

“Yes. Butler.”

 

Blanche waved her hand.

 

“No, you don’t have to. Fleur needs to pack up right now.”

 

The butler replied.

 

“The wedding is two months away, so you don’t have to rush. Miss.”

 

“I don’t intend to leave this house either. What I’m talking about is Fleur’s luggage.”

 

Blanche stared at her only maid servant.

 

“Fleur. You are fired.”

 

At the unexpected remark, that she couldn’t imagine even in her dreams, Fleur looked stunned. It was as if she had been struck by a hammer on the back of her head out of the blue.

 

“My lady?”

 

Blanche spoke to the butler, instead of Fleur.

 

“Grandpa. How long has it been since I lost consciousness?”

 

“A week has passed. But my lady. I’m sorry to say this, but why don’t you reconsider Fleur’s dismissal?”

 

“Why? Are you afraid that my s*ic*de attempt will be known?”

 

S*ic*de is a forbidden act against God. If there is a person in the family who has committed suicide or attempted s*ic*de, the family cannot confess before death, receive treatment from a priest, or be buried in a temple after death. Therefore, the fact that there was s*ic*de attempt in the family was one of the secrets that should never be revealed to the public.

 

Therefore, they must have had the hidden story, which was why Blanche was able to receive treatment.

 

Blanche said in a strong tone.

 

“Grandpa. Look at me now.”

 

Now she’s greasy from head to toe. Even so, if her body had been wiped with a wet towel at least once a day, she wouldn’t have looked this bad.

 

Blanche answered it herself.

 

“No matter where you look, it doesn’t suit a new bride. Does it not?”

 

Only then did the butler realize the seriousness of the situation, and cracks arose on the butler’s face.

 

“But it is difficult to get Fleur out of the mansion.”

 

“The basement must be empty. Is it not?”

 

“… … All right. I’ll have it cleaned right away.”

 

Fleur, similar to having been sentenced to death, was belatedly astonished. She rushed to Blanche’s bed.

 

Fleur argued with veins raised on her neck. It was as if she would swear at her former master.

 

“Lady, what’s wrong with you all of a sudden? At some point you said that I was your only friend!”

 

Blanche gave her a firm slap on the cheek.

 

Slap!

 

As the silence fell, Blanche snapped.

 

“Well, I don’t think we’ve ever been friends. Even if I’ve been a pushover to you. So Fleur. It’s been a deceitful exchange within the past three years.”

 

Water was poured over the confused face of Fleur. Blanche then sprayed the bottle [Fleur’s saliva-mixed water] with a sharp hand gesture.

 

“It’s punishment for not taking care of me properly in the last two weeks. It was good knowing you.”

 

Fleur, whose cheeks were redder than wet, quickly became contemplative.

 

“She has changed! Blanche has changed!

 

* * *

 

Alphonse was the first in the family to know that Blanche had woken up. This is because the Marquis and Mariette did not return from the outside even though the sun had set.

 

The Marquis was late due to his work, and Mariette was busy enjoying her date with the Third Prince.

 

Four years ago, 20-year-old Gilbert, who was beaten as a child, entered the mansion and became Alphonse’s full-fledged servant. Alphonse was half lying in bed as he arranged his coughing quilt.

 

His young master was a noble spirit warrior, but his body was very weak.

 

Alphonse asked with a parched face.

 

“What? Sister Blanche’s speech impairment is better? Besides, she left her maid in the basement?”

 

“Yes. It is said that she didn’t even blink an eye when she gave such an order.”

 

A natural question ran across Alphonse’s face.

 

“It’s strange. My sister is not like that.”

 

She really isn’t someone who can do that. She was too timid and dull that it was even hard to accept the fact that she was a nobleman.

 

The ten-year-old boy gave orders to the attendant, coughing as if he was going to run out of breath at any moment.

 

“Gil. I guess I should go see sister Blanche. Cough, Cough.”

 

“Young Master! Don’t do that, get some more rest.”

 

“But, I haven’t been to see my sick older sister yet…”

 

Alphonse was able to get the words he wanted from Gilbert just by blurring his words.

 

“Even if you wanted to go, you couldn’t. Seeing Lady Blanche will not help the Master’s health. You must think of yourself more than others. You are sick.”

 

“Ugh. I still have to go. Although she’s not good at anything, Blanche is my sister. Gil. Prepare to move.”

 

“… Yes, Master.”

 

Gilbert pretended to be reluctant to the end, and nodded his head meekly.

 

* * *

 

On the other hand, Blanche had a large partition in front of the bed and had a new maid wipe herself on the bed. Perhaps the maid whose name she did not know had just heard the news of Fleur, and she served the young lady with sincerity.

 

She asked the butler as she turned behind her partition.

 

“So, is the priest who treated me reliable?”

 

“Of course, my lady.”

 

“Well. I don’t think a reliable person would be able to cure an attempted s*ic*de in the first place. Thank you for treating me, but that person. They are breaking the temple law.”

 

“You can rest assured. It was solved through the connections of Master Pierre.”

 

When Pierre’s name was mentioned, Blanche could not hide her complicated feelings. With a sigh unheard by the butler, she checked her own status window.

 

She knew it was a game, so she was able to use her inventory just by thinking about it, as well as check her status window.

 

[BLANCHE MARQUETTE LV 01

Age 17 / Female

Physical strength 15/50

Mana 5

Fame 10

Morality ■■■■■

Stress 220]

 

Without realizing it, Blanche frowned. As far as she knows, all stats are numerical. Also, the highest number is 999.

 

But instead of numbers, what were the five square black boxes about? Besides, the strange thing didn’t end there.

 

‘Where did the attack power, defense, agility, and luck stats go? Why is the information different from what I know? Is it because I’m an extra?’

 

Suddenly, the maid, who misunderstood her displeasure as her fault, noticed.

 

“Are there any inconveniences, miss?”

 

“Nothing. Rather, would you give me that box?”

 

The maid handed Blanche the tutorial box that was on the side of the bed.

 

She finally untied the ribbon from the box. Her forehead wrinkled as she checked the contents of the box.

 

‘There is no [White Dragon Egg].’

 

According to the original, there should be four items in the box. The [White Dragon’s Egg] is where NPCs who help with the tutorial were born from, [Administrator Nightingale’s Ointment] which is good for health recovery, [World Map] where you can check the geography in the game, and a [Free Item Exchange Coupon] where you can get random items by turning the roulette.

 

However, even after she searched all the way to the bottom of the square box, she couldn’t find the [White Dragon’s Egg].

 

‘Isn’t it because I’m not the main character? Or maybe they didn’t give it to me because this is 7 years before the original started.’

 

After a moment of disappointment, Blanche picked up a jar of ointment from the box. As she held a white jar the size of his fist, a square black spear with white writing appeared as if a curtain had been placed in front of her eyes.

 

[Administrator Nightingale’s Ointment +150 HP]

[Ointment of Florence Nightingale, reformer of the medical system. Before becoming a nurse, she was a genius administrator. Any wounds are perfectly healed.]

 

Blanche had the maid apply ointment to both of her legs. As she placed the jar of empty ointment on the floor, her legs were engulfed in white light.

 

In the blink of an eye, her HP was restored from 15 to 50. As a test, Blanche put pressure on her toes, and her toes twitched as expected.

 

Her maid’s eyes widened as she watched the scene with her.

 

“Lady!”

 

“Shh!”

 

Blanche raised her index finger to warn the maid. Not yet. She didn’t want anyone to know that she was recovering.

 

If anyone finds out about the miracle that happened, it’ll be hard to run away.

 

Beyond the partition, the butler asked about the disturbance.

 

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