The Villainess Is Worshipped By The Mafia? - Chapter 33

He took off Mariette’s hand holding Blanche.

 

With stern eyes, Pierre fixed his gaze on Mariette.

 

“Ms. Irene. Follow Segolene. And I’m sorry. My sister is getting annoyed at you for no reason.”

 

“Can’t you let this go?!”

 

After Mariette repeatedly abused her temper, Pierre urged Blanche.

 

“Mr. Irene. Come on.”

 

But Blanche could not follow Segolene like this.

 

“No. Young master. I’m fine. I am already used to my appearance.”

 

Then Mariette groaned.

 

“Look! Irene said it’s fine, but why do you and Segolene keep insisting?”

 

Pierre looked sullen.

 

“Mariette. This woman is not Blanche. So, don’t be mean to her!”

 

Mariette snorted her and shook off her wrist that Pierre caught.

 

She opened her pale eyes.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I am not being mean.”

 

A cold breeze blew from Mariette.

 

“I will never forgive you and I will never forgive Blanche until I die!”

 

After a moment’s silence, Pierre nodded his head.

 

“Do it. If that’s the price for what I’ve done, I’ll pay it ten or a hundred times.”

 

“…”

 

“But Mariette. At least, don’t take your anger out on the poor girl anymore.”

 

Why? Mariette, who had been so fierce until now, suddenly began to weep.

 

“Brother. Brother shouldn’t say that to me. Do you really not know?”

 

“…”

 

“Now all I have left is my beauty! It will disappear once I give birth!”

 

Mariette’s cry was desperate.

 

“I have nothing now! There is no prince and no noble name of the Marquis, none, nothing! Do you think I will be satisfied with the position of a Countess in the country?! So I have to be pretty! I should always be prettier than anyone else! That’s all I have left!”

 

After she had finished speaking, Mariette was so overcome with emotion that she even knocked over her tea table.

 

Mariette walked past Pierre and Segolene, who looked surprised, and left the room alone. Mariette was sniffling the whole time.

 

Naturally, Segolene discouraged him from following Mariette.

 

She grabbed Pierre’s sleeve and shook her head.

 

“I think it would be better not to follow her for now. Pierre.”

 

Pierre, who was pondering, eventually followed Segolene’s advice. He quietly began to help Blanche with the teacup shards on the floor.

 

With the tea table in place, Pierre’s expression seemed to have chewed on even the gritty sand.

 

Following Pierre, Segolene also bent her knees to the floor. But her concern was not for the fragments of a broken teacup, but Blanche.

 

Segolene lightly patted Blanche’s uneven hand.

 

“It’s okay. Irene. I promise. That’s what Lady Mariette said, but when you get better, you’ll like it…”

 

Suddenly, her words were cut off. What the hell was going on with this, Segolene was suddenly enveloped in embarrassment and astonishment.

 

Segolene’s voice trembled to the point of being a mess.

 

“… Blanche?”

 

For a moment, Blanche wasn’t the only one whose heart sank.

 

Pierre opened his mouth.

 

“Segolene. What are you talking about? Why did you suddenly say Blanche’s name?”

 

Blanche pulled her hand back that had been held by Segolene.

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just doing my job.”

 

However, Segolene had no intention of letting Blanche go like this. She blocked Blanche as she was trying to escape.

 

“Are you Blanche? Oh my gosh, Blanche! How did this happen?!”

 

“My lord. I have no idea what the priest is talking about now.”

 

Despite her excellent acting, Segolene was not deceived.

 

“No. You are Blanche. I can see that.”

 

Pierre, who could hardly understand the situation, watched the confrontation between the two women with a confused look.

 

“Segolene. Tell me in detail Why are you calling her Blanche? What the hell is going on?”

 

Segolene was still blocking Blanche’s path, giving her explanations.

 

“You know, Pierre. The fact that when divine power touches a person, it is distorted into different wavelengths and absorbed by the other person.”

 

Blanche countered.

 

“The priest didn’t use divine power on me, did she?”

 

“No. In fact, I used divine power when I grabbed Blanche-sama’s wrist.”

 

A cold sweat ran down Blanche’s back.

 

Meanwhile, Pierre, who looked just as bewildered as his sister, finally understood the situation. His eyes quivered as if they were about to burst into tears.

 

“Are you the real Blanche? But why is your face…? Blanche! What the hell has happened?”

 

That was then. Suddenly, a voice intervened between the three of them.

 

“What do you mean, Pierre? Why are you calling Irene ‘Blanche’?”

 

It’s the siblings’ father.

 

It was Marquis Marquette.

 

After he had just entered the room, his chin was trembling in surprise. He shook his head and clenched his fists until his hands turned white.

 

“No? Tell me you’re not. Why is our Blanche like that…”

 

Suddenly, tears flowed down like a waterfall from the corners of his shaded eyes.

 

Then, with his trembling hands, he wiped his forehead, which was wet with cold sweat.

 

“It has only been a month since Blanche left home. But does it make sense for that pretty child to be like that!”

 

Thus, Blanche had no choice but to admit. Because her lies have already been found out. Any further delay was just a waste of time.

 

Blanche blinked indifferently and confirmed the truth to her father.

 

“Father. I am Blanche.”

 

“Blanche! Ugh….”

 

After that, he cried while squeezing his chest.

 

“You were all better! You weren’t stuttering and you could even walk, so why do you have to be like this again! Oh my God! God is punishing our family again! If anyone else finds out…!”

 

As the Marquis staggered, Pierre quickly supported him.

 

“Father. calm down. Fortunately, only we know that Blanche is alive.”

 

It was only natural that Blanche was upset. She asked Segolene.

 

“Segolene. Could you please close the door? I don’t want to let more people know about the Marquette family’s secret.”

 

“Since I’m closing the door, should I leave as well?

 

“No. You don’t have to do that.”

 

After confirming that the door was closed, Blanche put her hand to her face.

 

Rip.

 

When Blanche removed the burn makeup, the clear and clean complexion hidden underneath was revealed.

 

The three people’s eyes widened.

 

Blanche confessed while sighing.

 

“This is makeup.”

 

But as that happened, the Marquis began to shed even more tears.

 

In addition, he even called to the God he had never sought for in his life, while liquid ran down from his nose and saliva dripped from his mouth.

 

“It’s nice to see you again, Blanche. I’m really happy. It’s all my mistake, so I’m glad God forgave our family, I’m so glad…!”

 

From beginning to end, the Marquis was only interested in his family and himself.

 

Blanche wanted to rob the Count’s castle’s treasure trove right now. Only then will she be able to leave the Marquis’ side! What was even more surprising was that Pierre and Segolene were crying too.

 

They were rejoicing as if the Marquis had turned over a new leaf.

 

Just because he welcomed Blanche!

 

As if that was all it took to be a good father.

 

Only Blanche was frustrated.

 

* * *

 

Meanwhile, Mariette was stomping her feet throughout the castle. It was only by chance that she overheard Giacomo’s conversation with the Count.

 

At the familiar voice, Mariette stopped walking at once.

 

She looked down the stairs in the center of the castle and saw two men talking as they went down the stairs.

 

The Count asked.

 

“So you mean Irene, the maid is really suspicious?”

 

“No matter how much you think about it, she can’t help but doubt that the kid was a spy sent by the Giotto family. The tax ledgers were also damaged after the girl came in. The first time we met her was at the hunting grounds… Besides, she caught the eyes of the Marquis at once. It’s not just one or two things that are suspicious.”

 

“But there’s no way Illia would send a bitch with such a monstrous face as a spy. If she had been a citizen of Digitalis, she would have been famous just for her looks.”

 

“Anyway, I am sending someone to find out. But without having to go into detail, I found a strange thing.”

 

The Count’s ears perked up.

 

“Something strange?”

 

“Boss. It turns out that there are things that can make you look like a burn patient.”

 

“What? Is there anything like that?”

 

“It’s mainly used by b*st*rds with a bounty, but if that’s the case, then Irene would definitely be suspicious.”

 

“So she’s a spy sent to break into this place and kill! How dare she take advantage of this one’s favor?”

 

The Count, who had been huffing in anger for a long time, glared as he spoke.

 

“So what about Illia’s son? Surely he hasn’t escaped from the dungeon, has he?”

 

When the Count asked, Giacomo grinned.

 

“Well, I’m going to go check it out now.”

 

Giacomo had a sinister smile at the thought of seeing Ricardo after a long time.

 

Needless to say, it was his great pleasure to control the enemy’s son.

 

That was then. One of the castle’s butlers ran to Count Juan.

 

“Count! Viscount Anuk has come.”

 

Giacomo patted the Count before the matter was handed over.

 

“I’ll go ahead, boss.”

 

The Count caught Giacomo whose steps were as light as a feather in anticipation.

 

“Don’t go, Giacomo. Viscount Anuk is the eldest son of the Duke of Odillon of the Ramsay Empire. It’s good to get acquainted with the Empire in advance, for our future dealings with them.”

 

“D*mn. I was hoping I could finally remove the cobwebs stuck between my crotch after a long time.”

[T/N: Anybody got a kn*fe? Need to cut something off.]

 

Giacomo whined, unsuitable for his size. He reluctantly followed Count Juan.

 

Meanwhile, Mariette, who overheard all these conversations, was even distracted by her new realization.

 

‘Irene’s burns could be makeup!’

 

Someone approached her who hid their identity by wearing a disguise.

 

Naturally, she thought of Blanche. Yes. The only girl in this world with the same face as her.

 

The moment she thought of Blanche, Mariette vowed.

 

She will not spend her first night with the Count quietly.

 

Even if she has a child in her womb.