Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 16
Ever since then, Raoul had vanished without a trace.
‘Why is it so quiet?’
Diana passed by the training grounds without even acknowledging him, and he never showed up at the library either.
Sometimes, when she wistfully stared at his back, he’d finally catch her gaze—only to flinch in surprise.
Nothing serious had happened, yet Diana felt inexplicably melancholy.
‘Just another delusion of mine…’
Perhaps even after regressing, her mental state remained this fragile—she’d actually begun believing they were friends.
Though she felt disappointed and hurt by his sudden change, she was certain she must have unknowingly offended him.
‘Why did I ever think this life would be different from the last?’
She let out a quiet sigh and gazed out the window.
Cherry blossom petals drifting onto the terrace carried the fragrant breath of spring, now at its peak.
‘Yes… it was definitely on a day like this, when the cherry blossoms bloomed so profusely.’
She recalled the spring of her thirteenth year, when she had lived as the original Diana.
Ayla’s opening act in the original story was now imminent.
‘At thirteen… is this bittersweet happiness really coming to an end already…?’
Her heart, briefly lost in a sweet daydream, slowly sank into damp heaviness. Her mood turned gloomy.
[This is the timeline separator]The commotion in the manor forced Diana awake early that morning.
“What’s going on…?”
“They say tribute goods arrived from the capital today—to honor the Duke’s great contribution in the recent territorial expansion.”
“Oh…”
Diana clicked her dry tongue.
‘So it’s finally begun.’
While Angela was changing flowers in a vase, she spotted Diana looking listless and asked with concern,
“Miss, why have you been so low-spirited lately?”
“Huh…? Have I been?”
Diana forced a bright expression, raising her eyebrows with feigned cheer.
But fooling Angela, who had eyes sharper than a hawk’s, was impossible.
“Come to think of it, that wolf hasn’t been around lately… Used to stick to you like glue—meals, studying, always together. What’s gotten into him all of a sudden?”
“Haha… Raoul’s thirteen now, after all. Maybe he just needs some time alone?”
Angela scrunched up her face and planted her hands on her hips.
“For a slave, he’s awfully free with his own whims! Should I go give him a good scolding?”
She looked ready to storm off immediately. Diana scrambled out of bed and stopped her.
“No! Absolutely not! Please…”
Angela let out a long sigh and wrapped her arms around Diana’s small frame.
“…My lady, how can your heart be so soft like silk? I’m afraid to even let you out in the wind, lest you blow away.”
“…Don’t, Angela. Seriously, don’t do it, all right?”
“…Yes.”
Though she agreed, Angela’s face twisted into a chilling glare the moment Diana turned away.
‘Arrogant brat. I won’t let this slide…’
Of course, Diana remained completely unaware—and it was better that way.
The instant Diana headed for the library, Angela dashed straight to the training grounds.
“Vincent! I need to talk to you!”
“Huh? Miss Angela?”
Angela scanned the surroundings as if she’d just brought a club to murder someone—when she spotted that insolent brat in the distance, beating a straw doll.
‘Who does he think he is, some great hero, messing with the young lady’s mood like that? Hmph!’
Angela, her brows furrowed fiercely, bared her teeth at Vincent, who came trotting over like a loyal puppy.
“Did I do something wrong…?”
Just then, Angela’s eyes shot toward the eleven o’clock direction, blazing with fury.
Raoul was lost in thought.
‘Why did I act that way back then?’
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t put that trembling feeling into words.
That day at the door, Raoul had experienced a strange sensation unlike anything in his life.
The moment he saw Diana, his pupils dilated, his senses sharpened, and his heart pounded wildly.
It felt like the concentrated thrill of pouncing on prey—but far more electric.
‘Diana isn’t prey. She’s my…’
“My what?”
She’d refused to become his master, wasn’t his friend, and certainly wasn’t family.
He didn’t even know what to call the girl who’d cared for him more closely than anyone else in years—let alone understand this feeling.
That was precisely why he was avoiding Diana—to sort out his emotions as objectively as possible.
He feared that if he saw her again, his heart would race uncontrollably and his thoughts would freeze, just like last time.
While lost in thought, swinging his wooden sword, Vincent suddenly tapped his shoulder.
“Hey, student. You seem deep in thought… huh.”
Vincent’s face looked as haggard as someone battered by a storm.
“If you’ve got something to say, just spit it out. Don’t mess around with cryptic nonsense.”
Raoul coldly brushed off the hand on his shoulder, clearly unwilling to engage.
“When you act like this, why not just play the cute student for once? Your master here just got scolded senseless on your behalf! Huh? Nothing to say?”
“What are you babbling about? Speak plainly.”
Vincent gritted his teeth and pressed hard on Raoul’s head.
“Just whack you like this—wham! Miss Diana’s been completely out of sorts lately. Seems someone around here deserves a good jab. Huh?”
“…Diana has?”
At the mention of her name, Raoul’s demeanor softened slightly.
“Yeah. Why’s she like this all of a sudden? Honestly, who else treats you as well as she does? If it were me, I’d bow down and serve her. Yet here you are, giving her the cold shoulder. What’s your plan?”
“…Mind your own business. I’ll handle it myself.”
“Hah… And didn’t I tell you before? Even when we’re alone, you must always use honorifics when addressing the young lady. Do you even realize how disrespectful you’re being?”
“…Diana doesn’t mind, so why are you making such a fuss?”
“How can the young lady say anything to you? She adores you so!”
“…Adores me?”
“Yes! You’re full to bursting, aren’t you? Don’t wait until she changes her mind and you regret it—treat her well while you still can! While you still can!”
Raoul turned his head, scanning the area. Diana, who used to wave at him from the corridor, hadn’t been seen lately.
‘Could she really be down because of me?’
He hadn’t even sorted through his thoughts yet—but already missed her gentle smile.
[This is the timeline separator]While both were lost in their own worries, a new character beneath the Duke’s manor began the grand epic.
“Let me out!”
A young elf shook the iron bars defiantly.
The underground prison, abandoned and empty, was sticky with old bloodstains, and the wind drifting down the dark corridor felt eerily cold.
The girl looked around with tear-filled eyes—but there was no one to help her, not even another prisoner sharing her cell.
Sadness welled up in her golden eyes, and her delicate features twisted as she choked back a sob.
“I don’t want to die like this…!”
As if heaven answered her desperate plea, a single small leaf drifted down to her curled toes.
“You’ve come!”
She pressed the neatly shaped leaf to her lips and whispered a spell.
‘Please… bring someone to save me…!’
As her eyes sparkled, the leaf fluttered like a living being with its own will.
Clutching the bars, she gazed out with desperate hope.
‘Please… save me.’
Her story had only just begun.
[This is the timeline separator]At that very moment, Diana was struggling to force herself to sleep.
The meeting between the two was now imminent.
No matter what she thought about, Raoul’s excited or love-struck expressions kept haunting her, filling her with pain.
‘There’s nothing strange about it. This was always meant to happen… Just go to sleep.’
But banishing these thoughts was far easier said than done.
Diana, acting like a madwoman, threw open the terrace doors and wandered restlessly for a long while.
‘Have they met already?’
Just then, she heard a rustle as someone landed softly in the bushes below.
Looking down in surprise, Diana saw Raoul quickly slipping behind the building.
Thud.
Her heart sank.
‘So it’s come to this after all.’
As she watched Raoul with a hollow feeling, a small leaf suddenly leapt onto her shoulder.
‘Wha—what is this?’
Thinking it was an insect, Diana flailed her arms to shake it off—but the leaf darted around like a living creature, playfully clinging to her.
‘Wha—what are you doing? Go away…!’
No matter how many times she peeled it off or threw it away, it always came right back. This had to be someone’s signal.
After hesitating for a while, Diana finally spoke to the leaf.
“Why are you doing this? Are you trying to tell me something?”
At that, the leaf perked up as if it had ears, then bowed deeply with great vigor.
It hopped onto the terrace railing, bent its body, and pointed toward a tree.
‘You can’t possibly mean… I should climb it?’
When Diana frowned and shook her head, the leaf zipped angrily in circles around her.
“Ah, all right! Fine! I’ll go, okay? I’ll go!”
‘What on earth is happening…?’
Reluctantly, Diana climbed down the tree as the leaf demanded—an utterly absurd situation.
“Did someone send you? Are you asking for help?”
As she followed the leaf, it quickly bowed again.
She pursed her lips, lost in thought.
‘Is this even the right thing to do…?’
But this was the Duke’s manor.
‘I’m the villainess—surely nothing truly dangerous could happen here…?’
Still, she needed to confirm it to ease her mind.
The leaf led her to a dark bunker behind the annex.
‘I never knew this place existed.’
Hidden beneath thick vines that made it appear like a wall, the entrance revealed a narrow passage just wide enough for one person.
The gloomy, chilling atmosphere screamed “do not enter,” causing Diana to hesitate—until the leaf impatiently swirled around her.
“Ah, fine! I’ll go in already…!”
She pushed through the vines, ducked low, and descended the stairs. Inside was a round chamber resembling a sewage facility.
‘What could possibly be down here…?’
She walked further, but saw nothing but plain walls.
As she ran her hands along the stonework with a disappointed expression, her fingers brushed against a palm-sized square indentation.
‘What’s this?’
Without thinking, she pressed firmly into the recess—click—and the wall rotated with a metallic clank.
‘Wha—what…!’
Diana tumbled in helplessly and landed flat on her face.
Rubbing her sore elbow with embarrassment, she looked up—and saw a much tidier corridor than before.
The hallway stretched in one direction, silent as if long abandoned.
After a moment’s hesitation, she stepped forward—and the wall-mounted lights flickered on one by one.
Following the long, shadowy corridor, she reached a winding staircase at the very end.
Just as she tried to move as silently as possible, in case of danger—
“Who are you?”
A familiar boy’s voice rang out.
“Goodness! You really came! Did you see the distress signal I sent?”
‘Distress signal…?’
Startled, Diana clapped a hand over her mouth.
“I’m Ayla…! The one who sent you that leaf.”
Only upon hearing her name did Diana understand her situation.
Yes—this was the underground prison where Raoul would meet Ayla for the first time.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
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Before her lay that disgusting tongue, stretched out as if ready to touch her an
This is the worst situation I’ve ever read about that happened to a heroine🥲 Wasn’t this supposed to be a romance novel?! 😭😭
Kkkkkk—This was the final moment as her body tipped into the monster's maw.
Raoul!!! Come and save the poor heroine, she’s being eaten! Oh my God, will there be another time travel?!
Before parting, Ayla hugged both Diana and Raoul once more.
I hope you never appear in any chapters; you cause misunderstandings and create divisions between them.
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Sebastian!! Show Diana, she’ll die while you’re playing with butterflies like an idiot😂😭😭