Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 3
“…All right.”
‘She’s hesitating again, as expected.’
Diana, feeling awkward, silently handed him the ointment jar.
“If… if you don’t feel like it, you can take it and apply it yourself. You can heal others too.”
Raoul wordlessly watched Diana for a moment, then pulled up his tunic and turned his back.
“Apply it for me.”
Goodness…
The spot he’d been hit had swollen so much it bulged like a snake coiled across his back. Not only that, but his entire body was covered in bruises.
‘Where on earth did he get beaten this badly…?’
Since meeting Diana, she’d never seen him this badly injured.
She gently rubbed the ointment onto his wounds, trying her best not to cause him pain.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
The wound was so severe its pain was unimaginable.
‘I forced my own fairy-tale love onto someone struggling so hard just to survive. How could I have been so thoughtless?’
She’d feared falling in love with Raoul—but more than that, she’d been afraid of the guilt that would follow.
Look at this young boy: without a second thought, he’d thrown himself into danger to save someone in peril.
She didn’t want to dwell on just how much she herself must have sinned for such a kind person to become so cold.
She also wished to ignore the fact that she’d relentlessly hammered at an unyielding tree until it was worn down to splinters, causing him unbearable pain.
Lost in self-reproach, she naturally fell silent.
The winter lake was quiet, and the air was cold.
“Done?”
When Raoul sensed no more movement, he glanced back over his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“You must’ve been in so much pain.”
Hearing Diana’s voice tremble faintly at the end, Raoul hurriedly pulled his tunic back down, flustered.
“It doesn’t really hurt…”
“How can you say it doesn’t hurt much?”
Diana was hurt. How many times must he have endured beatings for wounds like these to feel like nothing at all? The bitterness filled her mouth.
Just then, an unfamiliar presence stirred behind the bushes.
‘Scouts?’
Raoul noticed first and raised a finger to his lips. To avoid the approaching torchlight in the distance, they both hid behind a tree.
The voices of two men who looked like scouts carried over.
“What is it? There’s no one here.”
“Must’ve just been a wild animal.”
Footsteps drew slightly closer.
In the tense moment, Diana’s palms grew damp with sweat.
She held her breath as quietly as possible, swallowing hard—when suddenly, warmth settled over her clenched fist.
Raoul gently took her trembling hand and gave her a reassuring look.
“Well, unless you want to be roasted alive, no one’s leaving the castle grounds. Let’s go.”
“Okay.”
Thump. Thump. Diana felt her pulse racing.
This wasn’t the infatuation of a young girl charmed by a calm ten-year-old boy—it felt more like a yearning, something deeper.
‘You really haven’t changed.’
Feeling strangely unsettled, she quickly stood up as soon as their pursuers’ voices faded.
“S-Should we head back now too?”
“Sure.”
Raoul briefly looked down at his empty hand, then stood.
As they walked through the silent forest, hearing only the soft murmur of water, she stole a glance at the boy walking beside her.
‘No matter how often I look, I still can’t get used to it.’
Perhaps because he was still young, his features were strikingly soft. It was impossible to imagine this gentle boy would one day become the foremost hero of a rebellion.
“What’s wrong…?”
Noticing her gaze, Raoul met her eyes and asked.
“…Nothing. Are you cold, though?”
Now that she looked closely, Raoul wore only a thin tunic.
“I’m fine. My body runs hot.”
While it was true Lycans had higher body temperatures than humans, she still worried for his young frame.
Diana carefully untied her ribbons and draped her coat over his shoulders.
“Here… wear this.”
Now clad only in a thin pajama dress, Diana forced a smile, though her teeth chattered.
She couldn’t very well ask for it back now, so she sniffled and started walking again.
After taking only three steps ahead, warmth settled over her shoulders once more.
“You’ll freeze to death before I do.”
Raoul hadn’t worn the coat himself—he’d given it right back to her.
“But you’re injured, so…”
Before Diana could finish, she was struck speechless.
For some reason, a faint smile had appeared on Raoul’s face.
There was no hostility to be found, nor any trace of wariness.
“You’ll catch a cold. Let’s hurry.”
He started walking ahead. Entranced, Diana followed, her eyes fixed on his back.
‘Ah… this is the last time…’
This was the first time in his life Raoul had ever smiled at her so naturally.
They hadn’t walked far at all when the edge of the forest came into view. Diana couldn’t hide her disappointment.
‘We probably won’t meet again…’
She knew it shouldn’t be that way, but having lived twenty years as the original Diana, her emotions upon seeing Raoul again were anything but ordinary.
She studied the boy’s face one last time.
Pretty face, pretty eyes, pretty nose. A quiet smile rose to Diana’s lips.
‘You have to be happy.’
Just as she steeled herself to say goodbye—
“Do you come for night walks often?”
Raoul, who’d been silent until now, finally spoke.
“…No. Why?”
“This forest is quite dangerous. I saw a small monster earlier.”
“Oh… I didn’t know…”
Raoul’s gaze dropped to her bruised ankle as he asked,
“Were you planning to come alone again?”
Somehow, it sounded like he was worried about her.
“…Well, no. I probably won’t come back.”
“…Why?”
Caught off guard by a question she’d never considered, Diana answered honestly.
“There was a friend I used to meet here long ago—but they’re gone now.”
It wasn’t a lie. Raoul fell silent.
Rather than wait for his reply, lost in thought as he was, Diana bid him farewell first.
“Well then, I’ll be off now… Make sure to keep applying the ointment.”
Prolonging goodbyes would only deepen her regret. Without hesitation, Diana turned away.
After walking some distance, she faintly heard Raoul’s voice behind her.
“Then I’ll…”
The rest was too muffled to hear, but the path back now felt too far.
Diana simply smiled and waved.
‘Goodbye, Raoul.’
The sight of him, returned once more, would remain in her memory forever.
“Nothing bad will happen… right?”
“What do you mean?”
Diana, sitting blankly as Angela combed her hair, stared out at the snow-covered landscape beyond the window with a worried expression.
‘Those bastards surely saw Raoul’s face. What if they hurt him?’
Raoul’s return to the slave camp weighed heavily on her mind.
“You’ve seemed deep in thought lately.”
“Well… there’s just a lot on my mind.”
Even without Raoul, Diana had been feeling overwhelmed recently.
She needed to find ways to accumulate funds—and for that, she needed contacts who could bring her information.
‘Isn’t there an easy way to make money?’
Diana looked up at Angela and asked,
“How much would I get if I sold all my jewelry?”
“Hmm… you rarely attend social events, so you haven’t bought much of value…”
Ah. Right.
That sort of thing was for outgoing young ladies—what jewelry would a Raoul-obsessed girl like Diana possibly have?
“Angela, I think it’s time I started making friends seriously.”
“Oh my, all of a sudden?”
“It’s just… staying cooped up at home makes me feel like a frog in a well.”
“I’d be so happy if you attended social gatherings! I’ll make you look absolutely stunning!”
“Mm…”
Just the thought of social events drained her energy. Having never attended such occasions even as a child, she found them painfully awkward and uncomfortable.
She’d lost her mother early, and her father had been a warrior roaming battlefields since before she could even hold a spoon.
He wasn’t the type of man who tightened his cravat and danced like a butterfly.
He was the Emperor’s sword, the Empire’s guardian, the nightmare of enemy forces.
Aside from essential imperial ceremonies, he never attended balls or unnecessary hunting parties.
Because of this, Diana had also avoided social gatherings.
People already treated her like an outsider—it was obvious how she’d be received among noble young ladies.
Given her shy nature, she never wanted to disgrace her family name or embarrass her father.
‘But who cares about that now…? I don’t need to impress the villain anymore…’
Whether by collecting expensive jewelry or starting a business—after reincarnating, she had to take action.
‘The family’s destruction happens after the protagonist Ayla comes of age, so that’s at least ten years from now. If I calculate based on the original plot’s civil war… I have eleven years left…’
Diana needed to gather enough money to leave the Empire and settle somewhere safe before then.
‘Isn’t there an easy way to make money…?’
What she needed was the kind of success where, after reincarnating, she’d buy shares in a major corporation.
[This is the timeline separator]“Shall I braid your hair today?”
“Whatever you like.”
Angela was always like this.
Even though Diana’s daily routine consisted of nothing but lazing around the ducal manor, Angela always tried to make her look beautiful.
Diana alternated her gaze between the girl in the mirror and Angela, whose hair shimmered orange.
Though her words could be blunt, Angela was a charming, cheerful young lady.
In contrast, Diana… resembled her late mother—possessing a beauty that didn’t fit at all in a romance fantasy novel, like a flaw in an otherwise perfect gem.
She’d never seen her mother’s face—having died in childbirth—but whenever she encountered her portrait, she was always struck by how identical their features were, as if stamped from the same mold.
‘The mystery of genetics…’
While she and her mother were like two peas in a pod, she shared not a single resemblance with Duke Carlisle.
Though the Duke was a morally dubious man, his looks rivaled even the protagonist’s.
Blood-red hair, matching crimson eyes, a straight forehead, sharp eyes, and a jawline so defined it seemed carved by a blade.
She was grateful just for being born—but sometimes, she wished she’d taken after her father.
Looking at her reflection again today, that same thought returned.
‘In the modern world, I’d probably look perfectly ordinary…’
But this was a romance fantasy world.
In a realm where fantastically gorgeous non-humans dominated, Diana? She might as well be considered utterly plain, unfit even to hand out a calling card.
Still, Angela insisted on drawing a line in the sand—even for a pumpkin like her.
With a triumphant “Ta-da!”, Angela waved her hands gleefully toward the mirror.
She was so proud Diana couldn’t bring herself to say anything—but honestly?
It felt wildly mismatched.
Like a girl with an intimidatingly fierce face being forced into an unbearably cute hairstyle.
Still, Diana didn’t forget to thank her.
Rising from the vanity, Diana gazed toward the forest behind the distant buildings.
‘It’s already been a week.’
She hadn’t seen Raoul since.
‘Didn’t they say they’d be using war slaves to repair the castle walls?’
The thought of his young body hauling stones weighed heavily on her mind.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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Sebastian!! Show Diana, she’ll die while you’re playing with butterflies like an idiot😂😭😭
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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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Юлия Калинина
My dear, you have no idea how soon you will meet again