I Became the Villain's Sister (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 14
“Bella!”
“I can’t hear you.”
Then I immediately went to the bed and lay down. Despite the Countess shaking me awake with my resolute, utterly unyielding demeanor, I didn’t move an inch.
“Haa… So this is how it’s going to be. Fine. Very well. Since you’ve gone ahead and done as you pleased, I’ll do as I please too. Let’s see who wins in the end.”
“…”
“Just don’t come crying later. Bella, you must understand that your mother has always acted for your sake.”
“Darling… please talk things over properly with Bella. That Empress position isn’t so bad…”
“It is bad! If you’re going to spout nonsense like that, you pack your bags and leave too! How could you instantly think only of saving yourself in that situation… Honestly, no one in this household is any help at all!”
After saying that, the Countess huffed and stormed out. I peeked out with just my eyes to watch her leave, then pulled the blanket over my head.
Just in case she tried bothering me again—I’d pretend not to hear.
Wrapped in my blanket to escape the Countess’s nagging, I eventually drifted off into a deep sleep.
Since I had no particular duties, no one ever woke me up. I simply rose whenever I felt hungry or when it felt like the right time. Today should have been no different.
No—it should have been just like any other day. Nobody usually disturbed me until I woke up on my own, yet today someone actually came to rouse me.
“Unnie! Unnie!”
A refreshingly clear voice.
“Oh come on. Has Unnie died? It’s long past lunchtime and you’re still not up…”
Whether out of worry or not, the voice’s owner pried open my eyelids with her fingers. What I saw was Shasha grinning broadly.
“Oh! You’re not dead.”
“Good morning.”
“No, Unnie! It’s lunchtime now.”
“Is it already that late?”
I snapped my eyes open and looked outside. Sure enough, the sun was high in the sky—the warm rays had turned hot, pouring brightly into the room.
I stretched my body out and sat up.
“Yeah! Shasha was worried. When I left in the morning, you were still lying there, and even after I came back from the temple, you were still in bed. So I got worried!”
“It makes me happy that Shasha worries about me.”
I gave Shasha, who sat beside me, a light hug and perched on the edge of the bed.
“Yeah! I have something for you, Unnie.”
“Something for me?”
Shasha stood up and stepped closer to me, her face flushed with excitement.
Her previous timid, fearful demeanor was almost entirely gone. Whether she was just trying hard to appear fine, I couldn’t tell.
“What is it?”
Shasha, whose hair was tied up high on both sides, tugged at my hand.
Curious, I opened my palm—and something dropped onto it with a soft thud.
“What’s this?”
An unrecognizable object.
“I brought it last time too, but couldn’t give it to you because of Mother… This time, I waited the whole time because I really wanted to give it to you! I just had to!”
Only after saying that did Shasha finally pull her hand away.
Beaming with joy and anticipation, Shasha suddenly gaped in disappointment as she belatedly noticed the object lying in my palm.
“Wh… why does it look like this?”
“Huh?”
“It was definitely… definitely pretty before…”
Shasha’s eyes, now pale with shock, began to well up with tears.
“Shasha, what’s wrong…?”
“I went to the temple… and they specially enchanted it for me… they said it was beautiful chocolate… so I held it tightly in my hand to give to you…”
Shasha, on the verge of tears, stared for a long while at the object in my hand. How utterly endearing. She’d brought it all this way just for me.
How tightly must she have gripped it, afraid of losing it, that she didn’t even notice its shape had changed so much?
“Is that so?”
“But… it turned into an ugly mess.”
“No, it’s pretty. Your warm heart thinking of me must’ve melted the chocolate.”
“I didn’t know it would melt… It’s so ugly now…! What should I do?”
“What else? Eat it, of course! It must taste delicious!”
I unwrapped the packaging as if I were about to eat it right away—because her thoughtfulness was just that precious. But then—
“It looks like poop.”
My mouth, which had opened wide, instantly snapped shut. Of course, the chocolate had already given off that impression from its appearance and color. Still, until that moment, I’d tried not to think of it that way.
Seeing my reaction, Shasha grew even more dejected.
“So… even you can’t eat it, Unnie?”
“No, I can eat it.”
“But it looks like poop?”
“Well…! If Shasha gives it to me, I could eat even that!”
“Really…? Am I that precious to you, Unnie?”
Shasha looked at me with a deeply touched expression.
“Of course. You’re incredibly precious to me.”
Then I ate the oddly misshapen chocolate. It had melted and stretched from being gripped so tightly that it lost its original form—but contrary to its appearance, the taste was exquisite.
“Wow, it’s delicious.”
“Is it tasty?”
“Yeah! Didn’t you eat any yourself before bringing it?”
“Shasha is happy just seeing you eat it.”
The child grinned broadly, laughing and laughing again. She was so lovable. An innocent child who gives back ten, no, a hundred hearts for every single one you give her—that purity was truly wonderful.
“Next time, let’s go eat something delicious together. It’ll taste even better when shared with someone you like.”
“Yeah! Shasha likes that!”
I gently stroked the head of the child cupping her own cheeks.
“Shasha.”
“Yes! Have you already decided when we’ll go?”
The child beamed happily. She kept reminding me of my younger sister. My sister used to smile so sweetly too. My sister was just as lovable.
Perhaps I was covering my own guilt with that clumsy desire of mine—that wish for Shasha not to be taken advantage of.
Using Shasha to soothe my own heart. Finding comfort in watching Shasha grow up well. Maybe I was an even worse person than the Count and Countess—because although I liked and loved Shasha, my feelings weren’t perfectly pure.
“Unnie?”
“Y-yeah?”
“Your expression looks sad.”
“No, it’s nothing. Where were we? Oh, you asked if I’d decided where we’re going, right?”
“Yes!”
Shasha, oblivious to my inner turmoil, nodded vigorously. To keep her from worrying, I forced a smile and nodded along with her.
“It’s less that it’s decided, and more that it seems we’ve finally found someone who will truly protect us. That’s what I wanted to tell you.”
“Someone who’ll truly protect us?”
Shasha tilted her head in confusion at my words.
“Not someone like Mommy and Daddy who’d use us…?”
“Yeah. Someone who won’t use us, and will accept us just as we are.”
Of course, I might still be used—but at least this person wouldn’t use Shasha.
“Who is it?”
“His Imperial Majesty the Emperor.”
“Oh…!”
I was cautious this time, worried she might lose control of her emotions like last time. Fortunately, Shasha nodded understandingly.
“I see.”
“If anything ever happens—if anything bad ever happens to us—just tell His Imperial Majesty the Emperor.”
“Ooh… Unnie! Then if something happens, can I send a pigeon like last time?”
“Huh?”
You mean that pigeon assassin squad?
I should’ve told her we probably wouldn’t need to use that, but seeing how happy Shasha looked, I couldn’t bring myself to say it—the part about the Emperor jokingly calling them his pigeon assassins.
“Y-yeah, that one.”
“His Imperial Majesty must like them too, right? They must’ve been so pretty! He even asked me to make them dance!”
“Were they made with magic?”
“No! They’re not magic!”
I’d assumed they were magic, but apparently not…?
“They’re… not? But there were hundreds of them…”
“I helped a pigeon with an injured leg in the garden, and one day, suddenly there were lots more!”
“R-really…?”
“They’re really smart. They listen well.”
I’d assumed they were magically conjured, served their purpose, and vanished before the Emperor…
‘Does that mean those birds actually flew back on their own…?’
“H-how did you teach them to dance?”
“I danced myself! I can’t read books, but there were pictures in them! Pictures of dancing!”
“Oh… I see.”
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, you did great!”
Of course she did. Because the Count and Countess deliberately refused to educate Shasha properly—wanting to keep her unintelligent—the child, now seven years old, couldn’t even read or write.
They hadn’t even taught her basic etiquette. So she probably didn’t understand what kind of dance she’d seen in that book.
‘When the Emperor mentioned courtship dances or whatever, I thought he was just showing off—but maybe it really was a courtship dance after all.’
I gave an awkward smile and shifted my gaze back to Shasha. The child was glancing at me furtively, worried she might have done something wrong. So I quickly changed the subject.
“By the way, Shasha.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re not worried anymore about me getting married…?”
“Yeah! Because Unnie promised to love only Shasha! You said you didn’t like that person, so Shasha is okay!”
Shasha’s firm declaration momentarily left me speechless.
“Oh… wait, unless… Unnie, don’t tell me you’ve started liking or loving the Emperor?”
“Absolutely not!”
Only then did her tense expression quickly relax.
She was a child who’d never truly possessed anything of her own. To such a child, perhaps I was the first person she could truly call her own.
Hence this small fixation—like a child with separation anxiety, like a child who only seeks her mother, Shasha had become just like that.
Of course, it wasn’t a bad thing. Children go through natural stages of growth, and though Shasha was a bit late, she was still progressing through them.
‘As she gradually gains more things truly her own—experiencing love and affection without being used—this fixation will surely ease a little.’
“Then it’s okay! Shasha is fine!”
“Yeah. And His Imperial Majesty the Emperor has permitted both you and me to go together. So let’s get ready, Shasha.”
“Oh…!”
“Of course, you coming along is our little secret—just between us, okay?”
“Our… secret…!”
Shasha’s eyes sparkled as if filled with starlight.
“Shasha…?”
“I’m so happy! A secret just between us…! I’ll definitely keep it!”
“Yep!”
Watching Shasha’s bright, cheerful smile, I suppressed my anxiety. I prayed desperately to a god I didn’t even believe in—please, just let everything go smoothly.
Please, just let the Count and Countess leave us alone and let us depart safely.
If you have any conscience at all, show a little restraint.
But the gods were cruelly not on my side.
What I’d wished for wasn’t even grand—just a tiny bit of mercy—but the very thing I dreaded most suddenly unfolded right before my eyes.
Through this incident, I became absolutely certain that the Count and Countess were truly formidable people.
Today, I’d taken Shasha—who had no scheduled outings—for a walk. We headed to the garden not far from the mansion’s front gate, the same place where I’d met the Emperor last time.
It was still poorly maintained, but there really wasn’t anywhere else in the mansion where we could play.
Though it lacked flowers and looked shabby from neglect, it was at least fun for pulling weeds.
So Shasha and I were playing there… when we ran into people I absolutely did not want to see. I recognized them instantly, even without anyone naming them.
Male lead is a Love-Obsessed Merman
When he discovers she has gone, he risks everything to pursue her on land, enduring agonizing pain to transform his tail into human legs…
One-line summary: Male lead chases female lead. The male lead’s love is a bit sick, an invincible love brain.
Synopsis
During a voyage at sea, Jiang Yang accidentally captures a merman.
Servant: I heard that mermen are fierce and brutal.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman obediently rubbing her palm like a puppy: “You call this fierce and brutal?”
Servant: I heard that mermen have no human nature.
Jiang Yang looks at the merman with wet puppy eyes, obsessively calling her ‘A Yang’ like a childish infant: “You call this having no human nature?”
With great difficulty, she releases the merman back into the sea and returns to shore.
Who would have thought that in less than half a month, the merman, who should have been freely wandering in the South China Sea, would shed his scales, endure the pain of losing his tail, transform into human legs, and come ashore to find her?
He kneels at her feet, rubbing her palm, with merman tears rolling down: “A Yang, don’t abandon me.”
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