The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets - Chapter 5

Abella laughed.

Who tormented who?

She’d already passed the age where she would blame herself over such words. Abella directed her soft eyes downwards and straightened her clothes. However, no one noticed that Abella’s fingertips were trembling.

“Then you wish to see the downfall of Amerigo, Mother?”

Abella struck coldly.

Now was not the time for her to soothe her mother with soft words. With Carlo’s death, the Amerigo family now had no proper master leading it.

The only people left were Mrs. Amerigo, who was already old, and three-year-old Simon Amerigo. None of them had the capabilities to lead the Amerigo family.

The Dukedom of Amerigo was a huge family that occupied and directly controlled a third of the empire.

Having assisted with the founding of the Anstice Empire, they then lived side by side with the Yesper Royal Family. The fall of the Dukedom of Amerigo would, therefore, be huge enough to shake the foundations of the empire.

And many of their relatives were eager to see the prestigious Amerigo Dukedom now that they’ve lost their master.

Abella was aware of the existence of those relatives, all of whom filled Amerigo’s capital mansion, which was located inside the imperial household.

Would they stay for no reason even after the funeral ended?

“Shouldn’t we at least try to prevent our downfall?”

Abella nailed her point.

It was obvious that Mrs. Amerigo also loved their vast family.

Abella slowly walked around.

With eyes filled with tears, Mrs. Amerigo trembled and shrieked.

“A bitch like a devil! A devil!”

‘Ah, so that’s what you say to your daughter even when you haven’t seen her in a long time, Mother.’

Again, Abella swallowed her grief.

Everyone seemed to have forgotten that her father wasn’t the only victim of the accident that occurred eight years ago. That Abella was also a victim of the accident.

They forgot that she didn’t actually do anything.

Abella exhaled for a long time.

She was disillusioned that this was only the beginning.

***

Today was a long day for Abella.

Returning from Vincent to Timur, she had to attend her only brother’s funeral. And was that all?

When she returned to the Amerigo mansion, she had to listen to the curses of all kinds of relatives.

She didn’t want to attend dinner, but Abella was forced to attend by Mrs. Amerigo.

‘Do it right, Abella. To show those unscrupulous people that you are strong, I mean.’

Mrs. Amerigo ordered that with a displeased face. It was a face that hated to admit that the only answer to saving Amerigo was Abella.

Abella lengthily sighed.

She threw off her uncomfortable shoes and buried herself into a couch. Her room was still intact, perhaps thanks to Carlo. Mrs. Amerigo would have wanted to erase all remaining traces of Abella…

The moderately soft sofa even seemed to absorb Abella’s mind.

“Ah.”

This whole situation was difficult for her.

‘I thought you wouldn’t return until I died in Vincent. Have you come back with no shame?’

‘How could you even think of returning after you left violently when you were eighteen years old?’

‘That girl shouldn’t have come back! Disaster strikes everywhere she goes!’

‘Master died because that girl came back!’

Abella closed her eyes.

‘My name isn’t “a girl”—it’s Abella.’

Abella, Abella.

Abella, the name her father gave her after a month of hard work choosing a name for her.

A name that was completely forgotten in Timur. A name that symbolized a sinner who had killed her father.

Abella pulled the hat off her head and threw it off. The hat, which fell from Abella’s hand, rolled onto the floor.

She felt suffocated after only a day of having returned.

She’d have to do this until Simon grows up. Until Amerigo shakes again and somebody else protects Amerigo on behalf of Abella.

Abella cited a spell in order to keep herself going, and sighed for a long time.

Would tomorrow be shorter than today?

Please … She surely hoped so.

***

Enoch knocked on Abella’s door in the morning.

It was because Enoch wasn’t hesitant to act now. In addition, Vincent was a much more open city than Timur, so he didn’t think it was overly strange for men and women to travel together in the early morning.