Ending The Extra Villainess's Unrequited Love! (7 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 9
“You’re my master?”
Raoul looked down at the girl with cold eyes.
Pale face, small hands, slender wrists—nothing about her seemed strong or agile.
Before he’d lost consciousness, it had been this same girl who blocked his path.
“She was a completely different person that day.”
The child who had claimed ownership of a slave before the Duke was not the innocent, cute girl he’d met in the forest.
“So you’re just another noble after all.”
How could even a girl so young think of lives as mere objects?
Raoul believed humans were truly despicable creatures.
Her hand felt so warm—yet it was all hypocrisy in the end. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.
At meals, she clearly stated her own name and status, yet never once asked about him.
“Does she really think she’ll raise me herself?”
What did the past of a pet slave matter? All that mattered was fattening her up prettily and making her obedient.
Diana stammered out excuses without even meeting his eyes properly.
She kept adding “I’m sorry” to the end of every sentence, but it didn’t move him at all.
The fight with the Dwarf, the sparring—it had nothing to do with Diana.
To think she blamed herself even for things that happened to others.
There was no princess more convinced the world revolved around her.
Still, he was curious.
Diana clung to her slave far too desperately for a noble.
Normally, one should bark orders like, “You’re my slave—do as I say!” Yet she kept tacking on conditions that benefited him, trying to persuade rather than command.
Why?
He asked, puzzled by her lack of coercion.
“Why go this far?”
“Well… I fell for you at first sight…”
“…What?”
Raoul frowned at her flippant words. Everyone he met was terrible, but this was beyond ridiculous.
For a Lycan, love was sacred.
Since they served only one mate for life, they always chose carefully.
And yet she claimed to have fallen for a man she’d barely seen? Her thinking was disgustingly shallow.
“But don’t worry—I’m not asking you to like me back.”
“…Then what do you gain from this?”
“…Isn’t that just how unrequited love works…? Giving endlessly even when there’s nothing to gain…!”
Nothing to gain? Nonsense. People who traded lives like goods wouldn’t think any differently about matters of the heart. It was laughable.
“…I don’t understand.”
Diana smiled awkwardly, and Raoul narrowed his eyes.
Let’s see how long this lasts—that was all he thought.
Just as expected, potions and weapons flooded the slave reception area.
“It’s already begun.”
Seeing the overflowing crates, he could clearly picture their future.
He’d be sick of constantly rejecting gifts, while Diana would persistently court him until she finally revealed her true colors.
He refused everything she offered.
He was confident he could win barehanded anytime, and above all, he didn’t want to give her even a sliver of hope.
Ellen was strong, but compared to the Duke, he was a perfectly exploitable opponent.
Though Raoul had intended to fight to the end, it was obvious the Duke never planned to send him to the Imperial Court.
He’d simply handed Raoul over as a gift to his precious daughter, and Diana had been overjoyed.
Watching her, Raoul felt hollow and suffocated.
The outcome was already decided—whether he won or lost, he was fated to live as her slave.
The nape of her neck gleamed white as she walked ahead. If he sank his fangs there, blood would surely gush out.
Would hurting you ease my pain even slightly?
Fury rose within him.
They walked in silence until they reached a room at the far end of the second floor.
She cheerfully introduced the room, then quickly grew somber and apologized for failing to stop the lessons.
That damned apology—again and again.
If she only wanted to break his will, why heap on such hypocrisy? Did she think he’d fall for her because of it?
He wanted to snap back, but kept his mouth shut.
Ordinary humans only got more excited when provoked. He had no intention of giving her anything she wanted.
He’d been told to inform the maids if anything bothered him, but he didn’t trust that either.
Lies. Despite pretending indifference, she’d surely come scurrying at the slightest opportunity.
As Diana turned to leave the room, she glanced back with a shy smile.
“Oh, right—even though we’re both on the second floor, the hallway curves so we’ll hardly ever run into each other.”
Why go to such trouble when there’s nothing genuine to like?
If she just wanted to play coy, she should’ve said so—it’d be far simpler.
“…You really are strange.”
The girl’s awkwardly smiling face, without reply, lingered unpleasantly in his mind.
For several days afterward, Diana stayed silent.
What was she thinking? Even during mock duels disguised as training at the drill grounds, he remained wary she might be watching from somewhere.
Thus passed one week, then two, then a full month.
Quiet Diana unsettled him more than Ellen’s brutal lessons.
Was she plotting some wicked scheme? But perhaps his worries were unfounded—Diana never even showed her face.
She’d claimed to have fallen for him at first sight—was she now treating him like dust?
Perhaps she’d already found a new slave to fawn over, or maybe her feelings had simply cooled.
Thinking that should’ve felt relieving, yet somehow it left him in a foul mood.
“How fickle is the human heart?”
“With an opponent in front of you, you dare let your mind wander? Your arrogance pierces the heavens!”
While Raoul’s gaze briefly drifted toward the corridor, Ellen struck his side.
To exert such effort against someone younger—this was exactly the kind of human Raoul knew all too well.
He wasn’t surprised. His attention was entirely fixed on Diana, who pretended purity while putting on airs.
Distracted by his thoughts, Raoul bore far more wounds than usual.
Too exhausted to continue, he collapsed—and Ellen, believing he’d won, swaggered out of the drill grounds triumphantly.
What a fool. Raoul dragged his weary body back to his room, covered in fresh bruises and cuts.
Though his Lycan healing was faster than normal humans, accumulated fatigue had taken its toll.
His body trembled slightly as he crawled into bed—and his eyes closed almost instantly.
If only this were all a nightmare, and he’d wake in the mountain cabin again.
Raoul sank into a deeper sleep than usual.
[This is the timeline separator]“How badly did you beat this child? Where’s there even any unbruised skin left!”
In his half-sleep, Raoul sensed the vanished chill. The fabric touching his skin was soft, and the air against his right cheek felt warm.
A feather-light touch wiped sweat from his brow and pulled the blanket up to his neck.
“Oh, Miss—I’m so sorry. I have no excuse.”
“And the other servants too! How could no one notice he’d been left in this state…? Does that even make sense?”
“Ellen was causing such a commotion that everyone was too scared to come around except when he wasn’t here…”
“Ha! Ellen… Ellen…!”
Diana’s eyes blazed as if ready to tear Ellen apart on the spot.
Angela fidgeted helplessly with her fingers.
That bastard deserved to drown in a dung heap! How dare he lay hands on Raoul? As a fellow unrequited lover, Diana couldn’t possibly tolerate it—she bared her white teeth with a furious snarl.
Even the meekest person would rise up if someone touched their beloved.
Diana had been trying her hardest to live like dust for Raoul’s sake—yet it had turned into neglect.
After gently patting Raoul’s chest a few times, Diana spun around and said coldly,
“I’ll need to speak with the soldiers who served alongside Ellen.”
Her voice and gaze were colder than ice—his brain felt chilled to the core.
[This is the timeline separator]Diana had been very busy lately.
To demand Ellen’s proper dismissal, she needed witnesses.
“My own child getting beaten to a pulp infuriates me beyond reason, but this society has zero human rights awareness. If I push too hard, the soldiers might resent me for getting a ‘loyal servant’ expelled over a mere slave.”
Then the solution was simple—prove he wasn’t loyal at all.
“Angela, has no one come to see me today either?”
“No… it seems not.”
Angela replied in a voice barely above a whisper.
Lately, Angela had been overly attentive to Diana’s moods. Though love wasn’t a crime, Angela felt crushed by the thought of disappointing her mistress.
“Angela, do you truly love Ellen?”
“W-what? Out of nowhere?”
Diana was genuinely curious.
She’d known Angela since everyone else treated the reclusive Diana like a peerless beauty—but Angela’s standards had always been rather different.
“Well… he’s not the nicest personality, but honestly, he is good-looking…”
Ugh. Seriously, Angela? Diana stared at her with the pitying gaze one reserves for a lost soul.
If it were just looks, she might’ve let it slide—but Ellen was not only ill-tempered but also a brute who openly disrespected women.
“Angela, looks aren’t everything. It’s character that matters.”
Granted, coming from Diana—completely smitten with Raoul—this sounded hypocritical, but Angela clearly needed a reality check even more than she did.
“Well, that’s true—but…”
“There are plenty of kind men around you. Take Vincent, for example. Isn’t he wonderful? If Vincent asked you to cross a snowy mountain on his back, you’d go in a heartbeat, wouldn’t you?”
“…Vincent… Hmm… He is quite kind, yes.”
Wait—if that’s the case, isn’t his face absolutely stunning too…? Diana, scrutinizing her own reflection, seriously questioned Angela’s taste.
Knock knock knock.
“Miss, you have a visitor.”
A visitor?
“Who is it?”
“It’s Sir Vincent.”
Diana and Angela’s eyes widened in unison at the unexpected name. Vincent?
[This is the timeline separator]“Did he sleep deeply?”
“Yes. Almost like he’d collapsed.”
Diana hummed a tune as she checked on Raoul’s resting place.
Vincent wasn’t just kind-faced—he had a noble heart too.
Having served under Ellen for years, he’d stepped forward when his terrified comrades wouldn’t, exposing Ellen’s long-hidden misdeeds despite his reputation as a loyal servant.
He’d been selling serviceable swords as used goods, pocketing the savings from the Duke’s arms budget.
Since these accusations came from someone trusted enough to be named deputy commander, Father would surely listen carefully.
Relieved, Diana prepared to leave after one last glance at Raoul’s face.
But then—what in the world?
“What are you doing?”
Raoul, who she thought was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and yanked her wrist.
Diana, caught off guard and now sitting beside the bed, stammered in panic,
“Huh? I—I was just changing the damp cloth and leaving! Sorry! I promised to live like cosmic dust—starting tomorrow, I won’t come at all…!”
What was that expression? Raoul stared intently at her face for a long moment before loosening his grip slightly and murmuring,
“You can come.”
Diana rolled her eyes, utterly baffled.
Huh? Did my ears suddenly malfunction? Is this a hallucination?
When he got no answer, Raoul lowered his gaze and repeated softly,
“It’s fine… to come again.”
His ears seemed faintly red as he said it. With nothing having changed, what sudden shift had occurred in his heart?
Diana opened her mouth in shock.
“What…?”
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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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😂😭😭