Didn't Plan to Become a Companion (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“Sabrina, lower your skirt.”
“Huh?”
“Lower your skirt.”
“Oh… okay….”
“What’s that person’s name?”
“Who? The teacher?”
“Yes.”
“…Laura Wilson.”
Even as she answered absentmindedly, Sabrina couldn’t let go of her skirt, clutching it tightly in her hands.
“Miss Laura Wilson.”
At my call, Laura’s face twisted in utter distress. Though I was a bastard, I had still been granted the name Pernelle; thus, my manners were entirely proper.
“P-please… speak.”
“Certainly, House Wilson is an ancient baronial family, is it not?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I am so deeply dismayed that I scarcely dare speak of this matter. No matter how important education may be, this nation still has its established order.”
Count Fennel rarely stays at home.
“For a baron’s child to dare lay hands upon the child of a count—when the law so clearly defines the distinctions among the five noble ranks—is utterly unacceptable.”
“T-that was… unavoidable in the pursuit of learning.”
“Learning? Are you saying that mastering a few arithmetic lessons is more important than the sacred laws of this duchy?”
Countess Fennel stays only within her room.
“I believe the one who committed this act understands better than anyone that if this ever became known in noble society, it would not end merely with idle gossip among ladies.”
Viscount Justin shows no concern for his younger siblings’ well-being.
“Isn’t that right?”
In this mansion, which had an owner but no one to care for it, there was no reason I couldn’t manipulate a mere ten-year-old girl at will.
Though the tutor never agreed with my words, she couldn’t refute my logic and eventually stormed out of the room without another word.
After Laura left, Sabrina collapsed onto the floor where she stood.
“Phew… That was really scary. I was terrified of Laura—but you weren’t?”
It would’ve been a lie to say I wasn’t frightened at all, but I wasn’t so scared as to be paralyzed.
“Why didn’t you tell your mother about this?”
“My… mother?”
When I heard no reply, I glanced at Sabrina and saw her hands trembling violently. Instinctively, I reached out and wrapped my hands around hers. She turned tear-filled eyes toward me.
“Why are you like this?”
“I can’t tell Mother.”
“But why…?”
“If I did… if I did, Mother would… Mother would… just like last time….”
Last time? Instantly, I recalled the countess’s suicide attempt two years ago. The entire mansion had been shrouded in gloom for days—so much so that even the distant West Wing, where I lived, had heard the news. Thankfully, her life was saved, but since then, seeing Madam Pernelle had become even harder.
Though I knew I wasn’t in any position to comfort anyone, I pulled Sabrina tightly into my arms.
“That wasn’t your fault.”
“Not my fault?”
“No.”
“If only I’d studied harder back then—or if only my hair had been golden instead of silver—Mother wouldn’t have done it.”
“Who told you that? From now on, don’t listen to a single word that person says. Only believe me. You know how smart I am, right? You even called me a genius yourself.”
“Y-yeah.”
Sabrina’s back, beneath my hands, suddenly felt smaller than ever.
The girl I’d always thought enjoyed nothing more than tripping passersby or yanking hair and flinging people to the ground now quietly leaned into me and nodded meekly.
To think the day would come when this child—once a constant source of fear, taller than me by a full head—would seem so pitiful.
“So don’t think like that. None of this is your fault.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
Neither your silver hair nor my birth from a woman who never married Count Fennel is our fault.
If anything… it’s Count Fennel’s fault.
I immediately returned to my room and began writing a letter.
If Countess Fennel had so much as given me a look of dislike, I would’ve mustered the courage to visit her myself. But her eyes were always empty when she looked at me—like she was staring at a pebble rolling on the ground.
I sighed involuntarily.
“I didn’t learn to write just for this.”
I carefully penned the letter until sunset, then headed toward the countess’s room. I lacked the courage to face her directly, so I planned to slip the letter under her door.
The third floor—where I’d never been before—felt icy cold from the very end of the corridor. Though the windows were spotless and the world outside looked warm through the glass, this hallway alone felt severed from the world, cloaked in a deathly silence.
As I approached the countess’s room, passing maids glanced warily at me but didn’t step forward to stop me.
If the countess read my letter and grew angry, it wouldn’t end with just a few lashes. Still, I had to do it—I’d already told Sabrina it wasn’t her fault.
Yet, when I finally gathered the courage to seek out the countess, I encountered someone unexpected first.
“Jonathan?”
At my call, the boy sitting on the floor lifted his head slightly.
Ah—had sunlight broken through somewhere?
Jonathan, now only five, looked like an adorable, plump little golden puppy. His eyes sparkled as if studded with stars, and his calves, peeking below his shorts, were so short and cute.
How could he and Justin—both golden-haired and blue-eyed—be so utterly different?
“Who are you?”
The puppy asked.
“Oh, I’m….”
How on earth should I introduce myself? We’d briefly crossed paths about two years ago, but it was only natural he wouldn’t remember me.
“My name is Lienne—Lienne Loi Pernelle.”
“You’re a Pernelle too?”
Yes, unfortunately.
Glancing around, I spotted a maid who looked like a nanny dozing off by the window.
“What are you doing here?”
Right in front of your mother’s tightly shut door?
Toys were scattered everywhere, so it didn’t seem like he was just passing through.
“Me? I’m waiting for Mother….”
Ah, words failed me, and I bit my lip for a moment. How long had this tiny child been waiting for his mother? Waiting before a door that showed no sign of ever opening, hoping one day to feel her warmth again.
Just then, the nanny woke and approached us.
“What are you doing here?”
It was only natural for the maid, suddenly confronted by the West Wing’s bastard, to look wary. I straightened my back and lifted my chin slightly. Seeing my confidence, the nanny’s attitude softened a bit.
“I have Count Fennel’s permission to go anywhere in this house. You can even check with the head butler if you like.”
She still didn’t fully drop her guard—it seemed she wasn’t sure whether “anywhere” included the countess’s room.
“Don’t worry about Jonathan. I won’t do anything improper right outside the countess’s door.”
“T-then I’ll be back shortly.”
Flustered by this unprecedented situation, she quickly scurried off to find the head butler.
“Jonathan, should I wait for your mother with you?”
“Really?”
His already bright eyes gleamed even more with joy. Whom could this child have taken after to be so beautiful?
“Yeah.”
“Then will you play with me too?”
“What were you playing before?”
“I was playing knights.”
“Then we’ll need a villain. But let’s play quietly—Mother might be sleeping. Let’s go over there, to the side.”
Without hesitation, he took my outstretched hand. His tiny fingers in mine made my heart flutter.
From that day on, I was always with Sabrina and Jonathan. We mostly played near the spot where Ricardo liked to draw.
I also never forgot to write a letter to Countess Fennel each day.
I kept finding the courage to send letters because the tutor who’d beaten Sabrina was dismissed from the mansion the very next day. Though I never received a reply from the countess, the letters I slipped under her door never came back.
The contents weren’t special—just small happenings around the count’s household.
How Sabrina did well that day, what Jonathan ate well, which maid had quit—that sort of trivial thing.
When flowers bloomed in the garden, I drew them. When the moon in the sky resembled an eyebrow, I drew that too.
About a year later, maids were finally assigned to the East Wing as well—on the countess’s orders, they said.
Though things had improved greatly, I never neglected protecting Ricardo from Justin.
Of course, my power was limited. Shielding Ricardo from that art-obsessed pervert wasn’t easy.
Justin was the firstborn son Count Fennel had with his secondary wife. That also meant if Justin ever became head of House Pernelle, the countess’s future would be uncertain at best.
Yet, at some point, Ricardo seemed to have guessed why I kept hiding his drawings.
On days when Justin returned to the mansion with Count Fennel, Ricardo wouldn’t draw—and never stayed alone.
But no matter how careful Ricardo was, he couldn’t avoid every encounter. Even with Sabrina and Jonathan helping, he still got beaten by Justin many times because of me.
On nights when I lay groaning after a brutal beating, Ricardo always stayed by my side. Though he was hurt himself, he never once let out a sound of pain.
Those were hard days, but time flowed on regardless—and we endured every moment together.
In the midst of civilization, one hardly noticed, but the desert’s seasons continued shifting, bit by bit.
Jonathan’s short calves grew longer, and Sabrina’s height no longer surpassed mine.
Thus, two more years passed.
And Ricardo… well, what more is there to say? He would later be hailed as the Empire’s absolute beauty.
As he grew ever more beautiful, protecting him became increasingly difficult—and right around that time, everything began slipping beyond my control.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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