Before the Villains’ Ending

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“I will talk. You look tired, so how about leaving the lady’s problem to me?”


The Crown Prince continued speaking without hesitation. Then he glanced at me.


As the cold eyes poured directly on me, I pushed my body, which was trembling, with a feeling of absurdity. In the meantime, the emperor’s consent fell as if it was natural.


It was like a skit. The main character changes and the scene changes.

I bit my lip to hold back my laughter. Her older sister’s sarcasm, who used to despise him, echoed in her mind.

Stupid ruler. Wasn’t he a selfish bastard?

‘I would have been much more successful if I had become a writer instead of the flower of society.” What a waste.’

As I let go of such useless thoughts, I looked at Beatrice’s face, who stood in a rather modest position next to the crown prince. She blinked blue eyes with her brows together.

Yes, just like when a clever female protagonist understands what the other person means.

The crown prince seemed uncomfortable with my gaze shifting toward her. He hastily brought up the main subject.

“There are reports that you have been causing problems in your family since Florencia’s imprisonment. Apart from your request for the entrance, there is a reason why we approved it. So you’ll have to answer me without a single lie.”

It was a cold voice. I closed my eyes and smiled, letting go of my biting lips.

“Sure.”

Who are you going to lie in front of?

The crown prince did not hide his disbelief. After a few minutes, he asked in a mocking tone.

“Are you dreaming of rebellion?”

I raised my head to see what the main characters in front of me looked like.

Yeah, they weren’t nervous.

It’s just a blatant display of contempt.

“No.”

“If not, tell me why you are covering up that ruthless evil woman who has disturbed my empire. You don’t think you’re going to get rid of that stupid sympathy, do you?”


The prince said so and added. There will be no mercy twice for pretending to be infirm and deceiving by acting. Even for your sister, the imperial family has nothing to compromise about your sister.

The tone was clearly decisive enough to give you goosebumps.

Beatrice raised the corners of her mouth, her cheeks dyed red.

I couldn’t confidently say whether her expression was really a smile, as it wasn’t a blatant smile. I removed my gaze from her face.

A faint sigh flowed through the silence. It was a voice from me.

“Your Highness.”

Beatrice immediately looked at the crown prince and me alternately with an uneasy face. It would be right to say that she stared at the crown prince and Kestiel standing behind me.

She was hoping that the knight, who was dedicated to her safety, would stop me. The crown prince also followed her, and shifted his gaze

Kestiel’s words before departure struck my mind.

‘I know what you’re trying to tell him’

…knights?

‘Did you think we were going to fight?’

His loyalty and affection seemed to have not been completely dull.

If I accompanied the crown prince because I thought there would be friction with him when he asked for a moratorium on execution, yes. It doesn’t make sense.

When I asked if he would interrupt, he certainly didn’t say yes or no.

I felt dirty.

I had to try desperately to keep my politely gathered hands from getting distracted. They really seemed to be role-playing.

‘I forgot it was in the novel.’

It’s stupid, too. I can’t believe I forgot about it.

The crown prince looked down at me with a triumphant look.

He seemed to want to find some sort of sense of defeat or fear in my eyes. I’d rather close my eyes.

The throne room was quiet, suffocating.

“You can’t answer.”

In the end, it was the Crown Prince who opened his mouth first. I opened my closed eyes.

“Yeah, you know what Florencia did”

“Of course I heard.”

“Her face-“

“But I didn’t see it.”

To be sure, I knew how my sister was called among the employees. She was obviously overly strict, ups and downs, and greedy for worldliness.

I didn’t have anything to do with it, but I was also a brutally cold-hearted person.

According to the original description, the original Margaret did not like her either.

Still, I don’t understand why she’s called a rare evil woman. Really.

They had no evidence. All they did was shut their mouths for a felony that could not even be questioned was all they did.

“It’s not good to be too cheap.”

The crown prince looked very sorry. I was dumbfounded.

“…to cover it?”

“Is there no concept?”

Wherever I actually came here for, Florantia was my blood, and she was going to be executed.

Even so, I couldn’t even hear the details of the ‘cruel evil deeds that disturb the empire’ that she did.

I don’t know what Florencia did to Beatrice, but well, it all ended in my sister’s defeat by the Crown Prince and other male characters. Aside from all that, you guys

‘No, let’s hold it in. I can do it. You have to hold it in.’

Negotiations should be as smooth as possible. I was desperately trying to catch my breath. A silent silence ensued. Margaret Eilish, let’s put up with it. I’m holding it in.

“That’s enough of the meaningless chatter. Answer the question. Why didn’t you stop your sister, and how you really didn’t mean to go to jail and approach her now.”

‘…Oh, I can’t do this.’

All that was notified to the Marquis were Florencia’s charges, the date of execution, and the name of the prison where she was imprisoned.

There was no trial or probation, and he who strongly warned not to talk against floranceia’s crimes.

At least, I didn’t see any evidence of the evil she committed, especially the attempted assassination of the imperial family.

Because I believe in what the original has said, It also implicitly define Florencia as the villain, but anyway, I do not remember seeing my sister handing out a poisoned wine glass with my own eyes.

In fact, this was a matter other than the attempted assassination of the imperial family.

What I saw in my mansion, for example, was a maid who joined the evil woman’s plan, not a body that collapsed with blood.

Above all, she was not a person with a shallow affection for the prince to commit ‘bad deeds’. Nevertheless, the execution method of Florentia was decided to be the most cruel punishment.

I can’t believe I went to see that kind of course. What a stupid pity. Oh, my God, damn it.

‘No, more than anything.’

“Can’t you be sympathetic?”

“Ha!”

“You look like an idiot.”

I stopped talking and took a deep breath. Then, I received all eyes full of contempt towards me, saying that it was indeed the blood of an evil woman.

Yeah, if you say so.

A madman who is only obsessed with Beatrice can’t listen to me just because I’m suggesting something.

My sister loved you with all her heart, and you’re going to be her betrothed on that day after you accuse her of murder.”


I felt disillusioned.

“Even in social circles, her love is a tragedy, but the one thing you shouldn’t be sympathizing”

“What now-“

“What did Florencia say to His Majesty?”

“… Young lady you better be careful with your words.”

“That’s it.”

“You were quite merciful to the forces that rejected her.”

“Margaret!”

“Even if you get paid for your crime, it’s not an insult in this way. Do you really think Florencia can poison you?”

A force capable of tacitly expressing antipathy to the imperial family. that’s aristocratic And, whose heir is the Marquis of Eilish, why do you think the next heir of such a family would have been the reason for not joining the rebellion, so insulting her affection in this way?

If she really wanted to poison him, wouldn’t it be appropriate to show some ‘evidence’?

I was fully aware that words that could be called treason were constantly pouring out of my mouth.

Still, she didn’t stop because he knew in advance that she would deal with Beatrice’s business quite emotionally.

Unrealistically blind love is applied as described in the novel.

I’m sure he won’t parse my words in anger.

“Margaret Eilish!”

“You told me not to talk to you. I won’t break the golden rule. But please delay the execution date after the engagement ceremony. At least give me time to mourn. “

Thud. At the same time as she spoke, the sword that was stuck in the prince’s waist fell on the floor and shredded the marble. Stone dust splattered with a crackling sound. It pressed down on her body sharper than the blade that was pierced with murderous intent.

The crown prince screamed in a low voice.

“How dare you…”!

“If you don’t allow that, at least respect the deaths of Florencia’s and the former Grand Duke. Don’t use the deaths of my family and friends as your anniversary.”

His golden eyes darkened coldly. filled with anger.

with a weak smile, he reminded me of a fact that he had overlooked for a while.

“And you seem to have forgotten, Eilish is not originally tied to the imperial family. It was aristocratic from the start, and”

Because I’m not my sister.

***

“I can’t come to see you for a while.”‘

Calix looked down at his bound body, cursedly sloppy, ready to leave if he chose to, for he had the strongest power in the empire.

Calix brooded over and over again what Margaret had said.

“…why?”

A deep subdued voice asked awkwardly.

As of that day three days ago, Margaret Eilish really stopped visiting. Calix repeated her advice, trying to calm himself down. Why is that?

She said there was work to be done. Calix didn’t understand what that meant. What the hell do you mean?

Oh, maybe the execution date of Florencia was set two months later.

“It’s me a day before that, but I’m cold-hearted…”

Callix was a man who could judge things calmly. At least he believed so himself. So the odds of her coming after today were not hard to predict.

It was a reality he wanted to deny. He dwelt on what he’d said before.

‘Damn it. I should have met you before Beatrice.’

It was sincere. Calix was quite desperate at the fact that a woman with a blank expression resembling the dawn sky had appeared in front of me too late.

Perhaps, if he had been before he met Beatrice, Margaret would not have seen him a little differently. That’s what I thought.

“…Damn it, it’s pathetic.”

Callix closed his eyes. The visiting room, where Margaret had been sitting voluntarily for a few minutes every day, was empty unlike usual. He didn’t want to look directly at his empty front seat.

I didn’t have the confidence to do that.