Before the Villains’ Ending

The pushing voice trembled terribly, as if there was a noise as it went backward, and then the pronunciation became muffled with a sense of embarrassment. A primal sense of fear and inferiority was eating away at him.

The Crown Prince asked quietly. Was that all that the head of the prison where the prisoner escaped had to say?

Kestiel felt a sense of alienation. He had learned many theories and precedents of political and war losers that he had learned during his trainee years.

It’s funny to think about it now, but usually, traitors were punished immediately. What to say if he was not a simple political criminal but a heinous criminal who killed hundreds of Royal Knights accompanied by terrorism?

There was no answer, however…

“… It’s not an absurd question.”

He let out a self-deprecating sneer. His own voice, which no one listened to carefully, was now useless. Alas, no. At least the Grand Duke twisted the ending, so it didn’t matter anyway.

Clark kept his head down and instead of answering, he continued to mumble incomprehensibly.

At least he should have placed a general manager who fit him. It wasn’t something to be locked up for. He shouldn’t have believed the bullshit that was evaluated by the world, that he was crazy about Beatrice and threw away his life.

Kestiel laughed. He was grateful that he was standing behind him because he looked contrasting with the crown prince. A dog knows how to mock its master.
T/N: Kestiel is standing behind the crown prince

“Sir Reload, do you have any idea who that might be?”

Suddenly, Beatrice asked in a voice disguised as kindness. He turned his head to look at the woman he had once loved, now with only a sense of incongruity left.

The invisible things were visible. Yes, Beatrice Mary Rosen was suspicious of him now. A man who once devoted himself to purity. She had blurred reason and emotion, and heI couldn’t tell the difference himself.

‘Was it such a trivial relationship?’

He asked with a self-deprecating laugh. Dare to my Lord’s woman.

“It has nothing to do with the aristocratic faction, young lady. Is there a specific person you would like to point out as a suspect?”

After dozens of seconds, she replied, “No.” He removed his gaze from her and foretold that he might one day abandon her.

No, since I turned away once, all I have left is to cut it off. Anyway, isn’t this enough?

***

The news of Calix Hamel’s terrorism spread quickly, with no time to control the media. She sighed as she opened the newspaper and read the headline. The ending has already been completely reversed. When she pulled off the blanket and looked out the window, she could feel that fact very clearly.

All the people of the empire were busy cursing the traitor who escaped and saved themselves. There was a clear difference between the original description of blessing the crown prince and Beatrice and being filled with excitement. The sound of the parents telling their children to come home quickly rang from place to place like a medley.

It’s funny. She muttered helplessly about the monologue that she often uttered when mocking others. Yeah, it’s hilarious too.

The news, which spread in an emergency, could be known without looking at the newspaper. It was because the news was not missing from the mouths of servants who often stopped by. Many of Sinalore’s inmates escaped. The sentence printed in large letters on the front page came bigger than expected.

In addition to the method of terrorism, the paper describing various circumstances only conveyed the same fact no matter how many times she read it. She finally crumpled it up a few minutes later and threw it to the floor.

“Succeeding is not the same as being successful.”

The fact that the original work, which felt so solid, twisted so absurdly just before the ending, was disappointing. In the end, with a feeling of desperation, she threw the pillow she was holding onto and laid down on the bed.

She didn’t mean to plant regrets about life. She wanted the position of a thorough observer, and she didn’t care what happened to other people, except for my sister. She just wanted everything to stay within her expectations.


If she had thought he would see her from the start, she would have done so a long time ago. Now that she couldn’t figure out why he was acting blindly, she was even more annoyed.

She was just curious about the narratives of the other villains while she was on her way to see her sister. Because she thought the life of the villain was also worthy of pity.

She remembered the plots of many romance fantasy novels she read in her previous life. Romantic stories were about possessing a supporting character, trying to change things, and accepting and falling in love with the characters in the novel.

She muttered melancholy.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to do that.”

She just realized too early that she couldn’t. The world in a book, that feeling alone without a single connection was such a place. A world in which all cogs were already engaged and there was no gap to intervene because the supporting actors interfered. After being possessed, there was no place for me to intervene between the male lead and the female lead, as everything was already perfect. Really anywhere.

She dropped her head almost down and blinked her scarlet eyes a couple of times.

The story flowed without changing its course. As a supporting actor, all she changed was the sisterly love of Florencia, and those who remained with me, in the end, were those people. The villains who were once male lead their own stories.

She knew how blind they could be. Even if the others didn’t want it. She wasn’t stupid enough to not notice the feelings of those who were looking at her.

That was the price of sympathy she gave for being different from her father.

Murder.

The illusion that the one word that she couldn’t even say covered her whole body. Only then did she truly realize that he was a villain?

The crime that she had been exposed to since she was a child is repeated all around her. Has it ever been as heavy as it was today?

‘…it’s no different.’

With a sigh, she flipped through her messy hair. At the same time, she raised her head and looked in the mirror. It was still Margaret Eilish, not Jung Eun-ha.

“By the way, you really don’t want me to relax.”

She tried to make a playful voice and grumbled.

It’s time to do something. She knew how quickly Glacies handled things. It was easy for Florencia to know their whereabouts in the social world. If anyone dared to insult Florentine Eilish, the family disappeared from society within four days. It was literally evaporation. Whether it was financial bankruptcy or simply the person’s life, at least until Beatrice came along, her sister, along with her partner, reigned as the undisputed queen of society.

So she wouldn’t waste any more time here.

“I’ll be back by tomorrow…”

She muttered bored. In this closed room, there was nothing to do but wait for news from the guild. If the crown prince was trying to kill her because she had nothing to do, about 40 percent of it would have been successful.

So it was. Suddenly, she heard a knocking sound.

What she came to accept was.

Kestiel said with a gentle smile. He tried to defeat her, who had a lot of morning sleep. Unlike the Marquis and the Crown Prince.

“It was a good lunch.”

She, too, gave an indifferent answer. That was the best she could do. After that day, she hesitated, not knowing exactly what to do with him.
T/N: I know this scene is confusing, but in this scene kestiel is present and they are talking. It says when he occasionally came to meet her. The above sentence says that Margaret is getting more sleep than either the Marquis, her father or the crown prince. She said she would always give him an indifferent answer that didn’t match the scenario because the day after her breakdown, when Keistal started questioning everything. Their relationship has changed, hope this clears things up.

“Is today a private talk again?”

She asked. Kestiel only shrugged his shoulders, but his room was quiet for a while, as he didn’t say anything positive or negative.

Even if he was spying on her at Beatrice’s request, he was still a human. He was, of course, also a politician. Whether she blamed her rudeness or closed her eyes because she was lonely, the reality of being in an awkward situation for both was fun.

After a not-so-short silence, Castiel finally smiled, masquerading as a smirk.

“There is no other interesting story.”

“Why, if you tell me something, it’ll be fun to hear.”

She casually threw out a word, and he responded with a silent nod. Suddenly, when he looked up, his ears were red. She was about to joke that she was seeing people in the bedroom who she used to see in prison, but she stopped.

More was a specification. Whether it’s Calix or Taylor, it’s the knight in front of her.

“Come to think of it, did you hear the news, sir?”

In the end, she asked, as she picked up the pillow that caught her eye and put it in place. Kestiel replied yes, and she waved her hands as if she were okay while continuing a lame conversation, such as whether he was scolded a lot by the crown Prince. But who cares?.

The scarlet eyes folded gracefully.

She raised her head and looked at the knight in front of her, then she thought of other villains she had once taken time to face.

“I understand you’ve received a few letters. Any explanation of who sent it to whom?”

“The Grand Duke, to Lady Beatrice.”

“Aah”

She turned her head with a groaning noise. After all, they were just ‘made-up’ characters. It was really like that.

A grand duke mad with obsession. A knight with blind love, a pitiful assassin who sought the meaning of life. She still couldn’t break their character settings. She lowered her head and asked in a whisper.

“Is Lady Rosen still wary of me?”

“… I think so. They thought you were the trigger for the prison break.”

There was a hint of displeasure in the tone of the reply. She called for joy. While replying in a seemingly comedic tone.

“I’m sorry.”

She was reminded of how perfectly the character’s personality and appearance were reflected. Yes, she was the trigger for the jailbreak. The culprit behind the prison break was still the obsessive Grand Duke

So who’s going to be the villainess now?

The relaxed face suddenly returned to the expression that was sometimes shown in society. She moved her face towards Kestiel with dry eyes.

“I really don’t know what you’re doing. I know that Florencia was not a murderer, and I was indeed mean to Beatrice, but I wonder if I really have too much family love.”

The fact that Beatrice hated Florencia now felt solemn without even trying to recall it. So of course, it would be a pity if sisterly love was not appropriate as an excuse to buy time. Thinking about that, when she let out a laugh again, Kestiel was looking at her with a distinctly darker expression than before.

“I was the one who subdued and arrested your sister, so if I say this, the young lady will probably think I am funny. But, young lady, I no longer want to turn away and help someone.”

“…?”

He narrowed his brows with an expression that seemed to want to avoid reality somewhat, no, and said exactly this.

“Florencia Eilish, even in my presence, was not as evil as the world has it.”