Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 5
“I’m sorry. Just let me hold on for a moment…”
As night fell, Raoul’s feverish pain seemed to worsen; he thrashed about and kicked off the blanket.
‘Why is the fever spiking again all of a sudden…?’
Diana fretted, terrified something terrible might happen to him.
She leaned over the bedside, her voice trembling as if she might cry.
“All because I stuck my nose where it didn’t belong back then…”
All she felt was guilt. Thinking back, Raoul had always been kind-hearted and just.
Though he drew firm lines with his words and expressions, he was too compassionate to easily reject anyone.
When Diana asked him out, he’d coldly refuse so bluntly her cheeks burned—but then, without a word, he’d always stand guard along the route when she went alone to the slave camp.
That was precisely why she couldn’t give up, gently prodding at his vulnerable spots.
‘If I do this, maybe you’ll cave in out of pity…’
It was cowardly and pathetic. And what about this time?
By feigning help with vague kindness, she’d only plunged him—already brimming with sympathy—deeper into hardship.
‘How ridiculous that I’m still the landmine of this district.’
She felt utterly ashamed. Through this incident, Diana realized something: she hadn’t changed at all.
If her past self had been a selfish woman chasing only her own emotions, her present self was merely a coward chasing only her own safety.
Though she occasionally acted kind out of concern, she never intended to take full responsibility—not even a sliver of a fingernail’s worth.
She gently held his small hand and gazed at Raoul’s sleeping face.
The boy, barely ten years old, looked so young that it felt wrong to treat him like a lycan.
Yet this pitiful child’s thorny path had only just begun.
For over ten more years, he would be forced to live as a slave.
Worse still, three of those years would be spent in the perilous Bihern Gorge—reputed as the Empire’s most dangerous place—risking his life on monster-extermination missions.
Monsters poured endlessly from the gorge’s entrance, and no matter how many were slain, there was no end; they varied widely in rank and type.
Soldiers had to erect barracks and stand twenty-four-hour watches, yet attacks during sleep were common.
In truth, it was as good as a direct train to the underworld.
Because the term was so long, most slaves were forcibly knighted and sent off, or indebted knights volunteered in exchange for life-risk compensation.
‘He’s just too tragically unlucky…’
Diana placed a hand on her conscience and reflected.
Were her past and present selves truly different people? The memories were far too vivid to confidently claim otherwise.
Her heart still fluttered the same way at the sight of Raoul, and the urge to recklessly throw her frail body to save him in danger—might those all be remnants of her past life?
Her former self wasn’t just fearsome in looks but even more sinister in temperament.
She’d cling to those who rejected her, trying a hundred times until they yielded, and in the end, force unwanted love upon them, humiliating them utterly.
If her past and current selves were truly one and the same, then fleeing only for her own survival without settling karmic debts might be profoundly wrong.
Watching Raoul’s pained brow, Diana released his hand and carefully tucked the blanket around him once more.
‘Until we escape the Duke’s estate… just until then, let me take care of you…’
Raoul, deep in slumber, offered no reply.
[This is the timeline separator]“Eat everything from here to there…!”
The next morning, Raoul woke up perfectly fine—as if the previous night’s agony had been a lie.
Even with the best medicine, his recovery speed vastly surpassed human limits. How could someone be so robust?
His physical condition was worlds apart from Diana’s, who’d spent her life frail and ailing.
Diana, unsure what to make of it, gently pulled Raoul from his dazed gaze around the room and led him straight to the dining hall.
He stood motionless, staring incredulously at the long marble dining table completely covered in dishes.
Seeing his reaction filled Diana with both pride and pity; she promptly placed a fork and knife in his hands and urged him to eat.
“You missed proper nourishment while sleeping. Eat slowly and chew thoroughly, or your stomach might rebel.”
He looked at Diana blankly, utterly bewildered by this sudden turn of events.
She gave a bright smile and pretended to take the first bite. Only then did Raoul begin eating, dazed and confused.
Diana watched from the opposite chair, smiling warmly as he chewed his food.
‘Yeah… thinking about it, I’ve been far too selfish.’
She resolved to spare no support for him from now on.
Last night, while gazing at his face for a long time, one thought had struck her: ‘Why isn’t Raoul the main character?’
Diana knew she was just a gloomy side character with a fearsome look—but Raoul? He was different.
He was undeniably the most popular male lead in “Ayla’s Song,” blessed with a sculpted physique, godlike beauty, and insane physical prowess—a literal overpowered protagonist.
Moreover, his rare, shy moments—normally as stoic as a lone wolf—only in front of the heroine were so endearing and lovable it made one’s heart ache just describing it.
‘In one word: absolute main character material.’
In a world where even extras could be reincarnated, who said a supporting lead couldn’t rise to be the true hero?
Diana had made up her mind since yesterday:
Since she and Raoul were destined never to be together, she’d coolly send him off to the heroine.
Thankfully, Raoul was still young, and Diana, haunted by painful pre-rebirth memories, held virtually zero selfish desires toward him.
‘Of course he’s ridiculously cute and handsome—I totally swoon! But that’s all. Now I finally understand my place.’
It wouldn’t be hard at all. ‘I’ll just support him like a devoted fan cheering for my ultimate bias.’
Diana recalled his fate.
When the rebellion succeeded, he’d be granted a ducal title in recognition of his merits.
Though he’d finally gain the freedom he so desperately sought, he was fated never to be chosen by the heroine, Ayla.
So deep was his heartbreak that even when Trian offered him the prestigious lordship of fertile Sarbano, he refused—and instead returned alone to Arnel, where he’d spent his life in misery, ending his days in solitude.
‘That’s utterly unacceptable…’
Though she’d ignored him until now, she was determined to help him wholeheartedly from this point forward.
In fact, doing so felt like her chance to cleanly settle the past and start a new life.
If he won the upcoming duel, he’d stay in Arnel and meet Ayla as scheduled when he turned thirteen.
As long as the original story played out properly, their mutual attraction would follow naturally, making her task easy from there.
‘The reason Raoul never ended up with Ayla was his cold demeanor.’
He’d risked his life escaping Arnel yet never learned how to act sweetly toward the heroine.
Covered in burn scars, he’d embraced Ayla—and through her saintly healing magic, broken the curse placed on him by the Duke.
To activate that healing magic, minor physical contact like hand-holding or hugging was required, which had made many readers root for Raoul and Ayla’s chemistry.
But having grown up on battlefields, Raoul lacked experience in warm relationships and was awkward around women.
Had he just expressed his feelings a little more, Ayla’s heart might have turned to him…
Tragically, their bond served only as a plot device to provoke Trian’s jealousy.
‘But this life will be different!’
If Raoul became hers, she wouldn’t make him do a single thing—she’d let him laze around all day.
Without being sent to war, his personality would naturally soften, right?
Most importantly, this life had no clingy, annoying Diana bothering him.
Wouldn’t that alone help preserve much of his gentle nature?
Diana would save money, escape the Duke’s estate, and Raoul would happily end up with the heroine.
Everyone wins, guilt erased, new life begun.
A perfectly ideal ending.
“Um.”
“…Huh?”
Diana, lost in thought and nodding contentedly to herself, snapped back to reality at Raoul’s voice.
“Sorry. I treated you too casually, assuming we were old friends. My name’s Diana—the daughter of that scary man you saw yesterday.”
“…I already knew that.”
“Eh? How?”
“Everyone calls you ‘miss.'”
“Oh…”
Diana gave an awkward grin, suddenly embarrassed—but Raoul’s expression had changed markedly from before.
It seemed oddly subdued.
“Does the food not suit your taste?”
“No.”
“You look unwell. Maybe you should’ve rested longer?”
“I’m fine.”
His curt, clipped replies left Diana flustered.
‘Why’s the mood suddenly so awkward?’
Outwardly, she kept a friendly smile, but inwardly, a hundred question marks popped up in confusion.
Hadn’t they parted with smiles the day they first met? Just a week ago, she’d been giddily lost in that sweet, unfamiliar feeling—but what on earth had happened between then and now?
‘Ah… could it be… because of my looks?’
Now that she thought about it, it had been dark that night, but today was a bright, sunny morning.
‘He probably hasn’t gotten used to my fierce appearance yet… Understandable.’
“I look kind of scary, don’t I?”
“…What?”
There was no fooling her—Diana knew exactly how she looked.
She wasn’t ugly, but her overall aura was fierce and gloomy.
Excepting Angela, whose tastes ran peculiar, no servant in the Duke’s estate dared speak to her casually.
In modern times, she’d probably be a shut-in hikikomori… Here, thanks to her father’s backing, she was seen as a fearsome gangster.
It stung a bit, but she was used to it.
“It was dark that night, so you couldn’t see my face clearly. It’s okay—you don’t need to be scared.”
“…I’ve never been scared.”
“…Thank you.”
Diana assumed Raoul was telling a white lie, and inwardly, tears streamed down her cheeks.
‘How can someone be this kind? If you’re handsome, you shouldn’t be kind too!’
Even in her second reincarnation, Raoul remained a perfect human being.
Soon, he’d have to fight fiercely in the duel—but he was just too kind for her to bear it. With a sorrowful expression, Diana finally spoke.
“I know how terrifying and hard last night must’ve been for you… So I know I shouldn’t say this, but truthfully… you’re scheduled for a duel soon.”
“…I know.”
“Oh—you already heard… I’m really sorry. I should’ve done my best to stop it…”
“…Why would you?”
Hmm. Diana broke into another cold sweat. Young as he was, he was still Raoul.
This impenetrable iron wall—there wasn’t even a needle’s gap to slip through.
“Because you’re my master?”
“Master…?”
A sharp memory flashed through Diana’s mind.
〈The child behind me shares my thoughts. He’s the one I’ve chosen.〉
Only then did she grasp why Raoul was wary of her.
“Wait—that was really a misunderstanding…?”
He picked up his fork again, expression unchanged, as if it didn’t matter at all.
“…It doesn’t matter. I don’t trust anyone anyway.”
How could she clear up this misunderstanding?
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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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😂😭😭