When the Nemesis Eats the Wicked Woman - Chapter 83

Deborah’s gaze slowly changed at Pamela’s words.

“Even if I tell you this, you won’t believe it…?”

“……”

“So I’ll be honest. I’m here to do business with Mrs. Pamela.”

Deborah knew Pamela quite well too.

They had enough time in the past to get to know each other in the social world.

However, it was true that Deborah, the ‘butterfly of the social world,’ did not pay attention to the inner feelings of Pamela, who was a lower ‘level’ than her.

The person who paid more attention to the other person would understand him or her better.

Thus, just as Pamela knew about Deborah, Deborah didn’t know about Pamela.

The usual Pamela liked to trade, and she liked to profit.

So, Deborah thought if she just said ‘business’, Pamela would try to negotiate.

But it was a complete mistake.

“Business……?”

Pamela frowned and laughed in astonishment.

Gradually, the pretense seen in the social world was broken and the real Pamela was revealed.

“Are you telling me to sell my son to a divorcee now and profit in return?”

“…Madam Pamela, courtesy.”

“I have no manners to keep to you!”

Clink!

The teacup shattered on the floor, and shards of glass scattered everywhere.

“…….”

Deborah’s skirt became messed up.

“Deborah! You’re no longer the duchess, so there’s no reason for me to respect you.”

“….…”

“This is just a warning.”

“….…”

“Don’t even think about embracing my son in your shallow skirt!”

Pamela’s voice was almost a cry.

“….…”

Deborah wiped the bloody red tea off her face with the back of her hand.

It had been a long time since she had been treated so miserably like an annoyance.

How could this Deborah be treated like this? She was from a barony, but had risen to a very high place, and she had a temper that could not tolerate even the slightest insult.

As the daughter of a baron, she thought that she had already suffered all the insults that she would have suffered for the rest of her life when she was not even a beggar.

Hence, she felt quite irritated.

‘This insult is all because of that Spinel bitch!’

It was Pamela who splashed tea onto her, but ‘Berylia’ was the culprit in all of this.

So the more intense Pamela’s contemptuous eyes were, the more vehement Deborah’s hatred refracted toward Berylia.

But that didn’t mean she didn’t have ill will towards Pamela.

She thought she was a pretty good friend in the social world, but now, it seemed she had misunderstood.

‘If I suffer, I’ll pay back double.’

“Madam Pamela.”

Deborah said as she lovingly curved her olive-colored eyes.

“But for that, my shallow skirt has had your son many times already?”

“!?”

Pamela’s mouth twitched, and her hands were trembling.

Deborah continued her speech without blinking an eye.

“And it’s not me who wants this marriage more desperately, it’s Marquis Kalen.”

“……”

“The one who wants to be wrapped in a shallow skirt is also Marquis Kalen!”

Deborah’s gaze pierced Pamela.

It was a very confident and unquestionable gaze. To the point where it felt shameless.

“All the nobles of Aktoum already know that Marquis Kalen has had an affair with me. Also, he wants to marry me.”

“…….”

“If you break this marriage, can Kalen marry a normal young lady?”

It meant that her son was already as good as a wounded peach.

It also meant that there was a possibility that his marketability could have fallen so badly that the country could ‘glean’ him.

“Even though I am now divorced, I was very competent as the duke’s wife.”

It was true that she had raised the Duchy of Douglas by a lot.

In society and in the honor of the nobility, the status of Douglas’ rose during her time as a duchess.

It went from just a ducal family to a ‘recognized’ ducal family.

“I can take care of the Marquistate of Caruso much better than if he married any young lady.”

“…….”

“Besides, Kalen even loves me, so I’m the best choice in this situation, Madam Pamela.”

A laugh sounded out of Deborah’s lips when she finished her words calmly.

“Can you argue against that?”

She was logically correct, so there was nothing to refute.

Deborah was quite confident. But Pamela did not contradict her.

But, with a painful expression akin to swallowing the fireballs of hell, Pamela said,

“For Kalen to marry a woman like you…”

“…….”

“I’d rather see my son fall off the horse and die one more time!”

Deborah did not have much emotions as she looked at the desperate Pamela. She just thought, expressionlessly.

‘It’s harder than I thought. How long will it take to subdue her?’

She didn’t just grab her hair, it was almost like grabbing her and dragging her out.

Pamela’s gaze itself was like a powerful beast spirit, and it was clear that if she persisted in this spot longer, she would be pulled out with force like a cow in the slaughterhouse.

And she, Deborah, was a woman who knew when to step down.(TL/N: it wasn’t clearly stated, but Deborah just walked out of the drawing room/mansion.)

“Take me with you! Please!”

Kalen ran out of the porch eagerly, and to Deborah.

She also heard a voice calling out to Marquis Kalen from behind him.

It was the butler’s voice. Pamela would not call her son on purpose.

As it would hurt her pride and upset her.

But the immature son followed the woman he loved blindly.

“Deborah! Please!”

It was an earnest voice; Deborah walked until a suitable distance and stopped.

Pamela would be able to see them lovingly reuniting in the house, and she would not know what they were talking about.

“Kalen…”

Tears welled up in Kalen’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, I’m going to apologize on behalf of my mother. Was she being harsh?”

“No.”

“I saw a broken teacup in the drawing room. I should have followed you…”

Kalen, who rubbed his cheek against Deborah’s hand in tears, was as beautiful as a single innocent flower.

However, disillusionment passed through Deborah’s eyes.

‘Is this a disgusting aspect that can’t be fixed at all?’

‘It would have been worse if you came after me, you idiot!’

But nothing good would come from saying this.

Right now.

“Kalen, listen to me.”

“…Yes, honey.”

Karen, who had already received a breakup notice from Deborah once, looked at her with tense eyes.

It was a look with a strong belief that if Deborah was missing from the world, the world would fall apart.

It wasn’t really a false belief. At least, Kalen’s world was sure to fall apart.

“It’s time to go home. Your mother is worried.”

“Ah… Deborah, so sweet and considerate! Why doesn’t Mother recognize this good woman?”

Deborah persuaded him to go back to his house.

“I’ll call you right away when I get back.”

“Deborah… please do.”

“I know.”

Eventually, after Kalen returned to his home, Deborah thought to herself.

‘An upright tree will succumb only if the stump is cut off with an axe.’

Deborah squinted and raised the corners of her lips.

“If I make a shot, she’s going to fall down trembling…?”

The glamorous eyes with evil thoughts looked coldly at the windows of the Marquistate of Caruso.

* * *

“Your Majesty, Lieutenant Ires has arrived.”

“Let him in.”

I was still in the office.

The maids were still sorting the mountain of letters and gifts, and I was also processing a mountain of paperwork.

Ires, who quietly opened the door and stepped inside, let out a gasp in surprise.

It was because he almost stepped on a pile of sorted letters.

He didn’t say it, but it was written on his face; something like, ‘Is this mess all right?!’

“Hello, Lieutenant Ires!”

“Welcome.”

“……Hello…….”

Seryl, Laura, and Maribel greeted him in turn, and Iris responded to them in a polite manner.

“What’s going on?”

Then he came up to me in response to my question and bowed his upper body politely.

“The Crown Prince has ordered me to deliver this message urgently.”

“……Urgently?”

He seemed to be in a hurry, so I quickly accepted the note.

Then I put down the documents I was reading and opened the note. It was written exactly like this.

{It’s impossible, but what do you want to do right now?}

……What?

‘What I want to do right now…’

I was so engrossed in my work for a few days, so much so that I couldn’t even think of what I wanted to do at all.

In my recent daily life, there were only ‘things to do’.

How dare I want to do something else during such a busy time…?

‘But he asked a question, so I should give an appropriate answer…’

It might be impossible, but it’s what I want to do.

“Hmm.”

I leaned my chin against my hand, looked at the note, and asked Seryl, Laura and Maribel.

“What do you want to do right now?”

The answer came quickly.

“Please! Seryl wants to see the sunlight!”

Seryl, who had been working in the office all day, buried her cotton candy hair into a pile of letters.

Laura, who had dark circles, answered elegantly.

“I think if I eat sweet desserts, I will feel a little stronger.”

Maribel answered.

“I think… when the fresh wind blows into my nose, I will feel refreshed.”

Gathering their opinions, I scribbled my reply. It was very simple.

{Picnic with my maids.}

And exactly two hours later.

Ires, who had received a reply, returned.