Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 6
She smacked her forehead at her own foolishness.
Calling someone dragged in as a war slave “my person”—of course that’d invite misunderstanding.
“Please forget what I said back then… I didn’t mean it!”
“It doesn’t matter whether you meant it or not. You don’t need to make excuses.”
She tried hastily to fix things, but only a cold wind blew across his composed face.
‘He must’ve seen it so many times—his parents or kin being captured…’
From his perspective, it was only natural to see humans as an untrustworthy lot.
Ever since his parents’ death, Raoul had completely abandoned any hope in humanity. And of all people to meet during that time, it had to be Diana, daughter of the very mastermind behind it all…
‘It’s a miracle he didn’t bite my throat out while we lived together…’
To hide her anxiety, Diana set down the cup she’d been holding. Cold sweat seeped between her tightly clenched fists.
“It’s hard to believe, I know, but it’s true. My father isn’t someone who’d agree just because I begged—I was just trying my best to convince him.”
“I told you, you don’t need to explain.”
“No, please let me! I feel so awful toward you…”
“…What are you talking about?”
“The dwarf you fought—wasn’t that the one who attacked me last time?”
Raoul paused for a moment, then slowly shook his head.
“It’s not your place to step in and apologize.”
“…Of course, I do feel deeply sorry, but more than that, I wanted to repay you for saving me. I wanted to save you too…”
“You’ve already repaid me by healing my wounds. We’re even.”
Inside, Diana trembled violently.
‘At this rate, won’t he just refuse to stay at the ducal mansion and forfeit the duel altogether…?’
If things went completely off track and caused the family to fall even faster—forget helping Raoul, wouldn’t her own head be the first to roll?
A chill ran down her spine.
“How can I make you trust me?”
Diana asked with desperate eyes.
“I don’t trust anyone…”
The more the conversation continued, the more hopeless it felt.
‘So I can’t escape being just an extra villainess after all? I haven’t even done much—why’s the emotional wall going up already?’
Determined to somehow turn things around, Diana made a suggestion.
“…How about this? If you win and stay by my side, I promise I won’t interfere with you at all. If you want to practice swordsmanship, I’ll find you a proper instructor. If you’d rather live alone, I’ll give you a private room as far from mine as possible. We won’t see each other at all, and you’ll live comfortably with everything you need.”
“…I already told you—you owe me nothing. Why go to such lengths?”
Diana’s mind throbbed painfully.
‘How can I justify this kindness?’
No answer came to her.
She’d expected becoming a transmigrator would make her instantly brilliant, but apparently, that depended on the person too.
Though her heart was full of the desire to persuade him, her words kept tumbling out emotionally, devoid of logic.
“…I just… I don’t want you to suffer… and since I can help, I thought it’d be good for everyone…”
“…Then why.”
Under his sharp gaze, Diana’s mind went blank.
The reason she wanted to help Raoul was obvious.
Naturally—since they were both doomed to live miserable lives pining for each other unrequitedly, she wanted to at least save Raoul and atone for her past sins.
But how could she make him understand without revealing a single word about the future?
‘Heh, if I don’t help, you’ll never even get chosen by the heroine later—you’ll just die alone. So listen to me while I’m being nice.’
She couldn’t possibly say that aloud.
‘Alright, let’s keep it simple…’
Diana squeezed her eyes shut and spoke in a trembling whisper.
“The truth is… I fell for you at first sight…”
“…What?”
Raoul stopped mid-forkful and asked seriously. Diana quickly added an explanation.
“It’s true. But don’t worry—I absolutely won’t ask you to like me back.”
“…That’s a lie.”
“I promise! I’ll be like dust—completely invisible. Just think of me as your shuttle.”
“Shuttle?”
“Yeah. Like, if you want bread, just say the word and I’ll get it. If you want nice clothes, I’ll bring them. You won’t see me, but everything you wish for will just happen!”
“…And what do you gain from that?”
“…Isn’t that just how unrequited love works? You give endlessly even when there’s nothing in it for you…!”
Though her vision blurred with tears, it was something Raoul would come to understand himself someday.
That those hopelessly in one-sided love end up offering themselves as doormats.
Diana, too, had an illustrious record in this regard.
She’d gone out searching for plate armor far too extravagant for a slave to wear, and whenever he praised a dish, she’d somehow procure it all and deliver it to him.
She even gifted him handkerchiefs under the flimsy excuse of wishing him luck in battle—anything to leave even the faintest trace of herself behind.
Of course, when the other party doesn’t want it, such devotion is called obsession.
“…I don’t get it.”
“…Hmm, I guess not.”
Raoul finished his meal, casting her a pitying look.
“I’m going to win anyway—even without your begging. I don’t want some noble laughing at me.”
“…Oh, really? That’s such a relief…!”
“So don’t misunderstand. I’m not winning for you.”
“Got it! Don’t worry—I absolutely, positively won’t misunderstand!”
Phew. Diana let out a sigh of relief.
Raoul shot her a suspicious glare as she beamed happily, but she paid him no mind.
‘Everything’s going according to plan. Now Raoul just needs to win!’
And soon, the day of the decisive duel arrived.
Raoul stood bare-handed with only a wooden sword, looking terribly vulnerable without proper protective gear.
‘Wear something, anything!’
For days she’d sent him countless weapons and potions suitable for his use, but he hadn’t accepted a single one.
‘That stubborn bull… After promising to live like dust, I couldn’t even force anything on him.’
Unlike Diana, who watched his retreating figure with anxious eyes, Raoul appeared perfectly calm.
Ellen entered the training grounds, his brow furrowed deeply in displeasure.
‘My lord really went too far. How could he send me to fight some brat like this?’
The burly man was as rough a warrior as his rugged appearance suggested.
Having spent years as the Duke’s deputy commander handling emergencies along the border, young Raoul seemed pitiful—no, utterly insignificant to him.
“I’ll end this without making you suffer.”
“Your mouth’s the only thing sharp.”
Despite facing a fully grown man far larger than himself, the boy showed no sign of fear.
Instead, his eyes gleamed like a wolf eager to draw blood.
“Hah.”
Ellen scoffed in disbelief, and the moment the horn sounded, he swung his wooden sword straight down toward Raoul’s shoulder.
‘No, Raoul…! Dodge it!’
Fortunately, just before the blow landed, Raoul slipped between Ellen’s legs.
Shifting forms, he lunged for his throat, baring sharp fangs.
But Ellen was no easy opponent.
Startled by the unexpected combat instinct, he hesitated for a split second—yet quickly turned and blocked Raoul’s charge.
Sharp fangs sank deep into his solid forearm.
As Raoul’s ice-like, razor-sharp teeth tore into his flesh, Ellen’s face twisted in pain.
“Guh… You savage brute!”
Ellen violently shook his thick arm.
Raoul landed on the ground, his lips smeared with fresh blood.
‘Amazing—even for a Lycan, to wound the deputy commander’s right arm with that young body…’
The fierce duel continued for a while.
It was at the height of this unexpected exchange, with everyone’s attention locked onto the fight, that Ellen seized Raoul by the throat and slammed him hard onto the ground.
Huh.
Diana’s eyes widened at the sudden turn.
It happened so fast Raoul had no chance to evade.
Ellen pinned Raoul’s neck down and demanded his surrender.
“Give up. I’ve killed hundreds of savages like you. Being a Lycan doesn’t make you special!”
But Raoul’s fighting spirit didn’t waver. Instead, his fangs sharpened further as he let out a low growl.
Thick veins began bulging on Ellen’s straining forearm.
‘Even Ellen’s struggling.’
Just as Raoul twisted his neck to bite down on Ellen’s thumb—
“That’s enough.”
The Duke, who’d been watching the duel expressionlessly, called it off.
“Let him go.”
Though reluctant, Ellen had no choice but to obey his lord’s command and released his grip.
Raoul still hadn’t calmed from the fight—he emitted a low, rumbling growl.
Returning to human form, he clutched his tattered clothes and glared at Ellen.
A tense standoff stretched between them.
The Duke stared thoughtfully at Ellen’s wounded arm and asked,
“You seemed to struggle quite a bit against a child. Am I right?”
Ellen didn’t like the situation, but he wouldn’t dare lie before a Sword Master.
“I hate admitting it myself, but… as a different race, he’s unreasonably strong…”
The Duke turned his gaze to Diana.
“Do you still want him?”
Caught off guard by the sudden attention, her body stiffened momentarily.
But now was the time to drive the point home.
‘Father, please lose interest in this secondary male lead!’
“Yes. I still want him.”
The Duke furrowed his brow as if pondering, then spoke.
“He might as well have lost already.”
“…He hasn’t lost yet. And he won’t.”
Her voice trembled, sinking almost into the ground from nervousness—but her conviction was genuine.
Diana firmly believed that Raoul, as the secondary male lead, would by some means return to his original storyline.
Earlier at dinner, she’d feared the plot might diverge—but the moment she saw his spirit in the duel, she knew he’d never lose to someone like Ellen, a mere extra.
‘Given more time, he’d surely find a way to win.’
Carlisle fell silent for a moment, lost in thought, then presented two options.
“Here’s what we’ll do. Either I cast a bonding magic to keep him safely by your side, or raise him as the ducal estate’s loyal hound.”
Diana turned pale and refused immediately.
“…That’s absurd. Neither option is truly available to me.”
“Choose the first. Then he’ll be entirely yours.”
A bonding? That was unthinkable—something that shouldn’t and couldn’t happen.
In her past life, she’d already inflicted deep wounds on him through a bonding curse.
If bonded, Raoul would forcibly recognize Diana as his mate and obey her—but inside, resentment and conflicted emotions would slowly devour him.
Then what about the second option?
Choosing that would force Raoul to stain his hands with innocent blood and suffer endless guilt.
Was she really willing to make him repeat that?
She disliked the second option just as much—but…
Her tightly bitten lips finally parted with effort.
“I’ll choose the latter—but please grant me full authority over the boy’s lodging, meals, treatment, and lessons.”
“You’re making this difficult.”
“…I beg you.”
Diana lowered her head submissively. This was the moment to yield a step.
The Duke’s expression turned awkward at his daughter’s pleading posture.
“…Ellen. You’ll handle his training.”
“My lord!”
“Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Grunting in frustration, Ellen reluctantly accepted.
“…As you command.”
“And…”
So tense her trapezius muscles were locked, she met the Duke’s eyes.
“For everything except training, do as you please. Once he seems properly tamed, you may keep him by your side.”
Her face brightened instantly.
An unexpected victory.
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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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😂😭😭