I Possessed the Wicked Empress (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Gulp.
Ermedilin couldn’t help but swallow hard at Pelio’s attitude, which treated her like a mere servant.
‘What do you know? Born as the son of a duke and raised in luxury—how dare you look down on anyone? Have you ever lived as an orphan in a ruthless capitalist country? Do you even understand how miserable it is to have no money?’
Outrage and sorrow churned inside her, curses bursting forth in her mind, yet she couldn’t let any of it show outwardly.
“Yes. I… do like money. Once I receive back all the money I lent, I intend to finally live exactly as I please with it.”
“The amount is enormous. It seems you’ve sent all the money earned from selling reagents and curses back to your family home?”
‘What? Are you interrogating me now?’
She couldn’t stop here.
After all, she only needed to get her lent money back; she had no intention whatsoever of falling with her father.
“My private income is none of a prince’s concern. Moreover, since the treasury cannot be touched without Valière’s permission, I’ve never spent beyond my allotted amount…”
Ermedilin deliberately put on an unpleasant smile.
Her lips curled upward, but her eyes held no trace of amusement.
Her villainess image was useful in moments like this—no need to feign kindness or grovel with explanations.
Since no one would believe her anyway, why not just brazenly push forward like this?
“Huh? I see. I suppose I have no need to know about Your Majesty the Empress’s private income.”
‘Just as I thought.’
Pelio made a deeply displeased expression but asked no further questions.
“Then, for now, I shall proceed with the lawsuit exactly as stated.”
Pelio turned away abruptly, as if to say, “Now that your business is done, leave immediately.”
But Ermedilin couldn’t depart right away; she hesitated for a moment.
“Do you still have other matters to attend to?”
“Th-that is…”
It was truly strange.
She had no memories at all—and even if she did, those memories weren’t hers, so she could simply ignore them. Yet that name kept nagging at her.
‘Ferdant.’
Every time she silently repeated it, that name made a dull ache bloom in the corner of her chest.
Ermedilin moved her lips several times, wanting to ask someone to investigate the name ‘Ferdant,’ but soon gave up.
‘Even if I find out, what then? It’s none of my business. Honestly, everyone here has nothing to do with me.’
With no memories to begin with, and an already uncertain future—
she didn’t want to add more uncertainty.
“No. My business is finished. Thank you for taking on my defense.”
“Huh?”
She had even bowed her head slightly in a respectful greeting, yet at the sudden snort she heard, Ermedilin snapped her head up.
“So Louise was telling the truth. Her Majesty the Empress truly does know the word ‘thank you.’”
It was unmistakably mocking.
‘Oh, for goodness’ sake. What a nasty personality. I genuinely meant it—how twisted can someone be?’
But blaming Pelio alone wasn’t fair—the original Ermedilin’s record of villainy was far too glaring.
Besides, she was the one receiving help right now.
What could she do? She’d just have to endure it, no matter how bitter it felt.
“Failed to catch them?”
An opulent private chamber.
In a space even more lavish than the Empress’s quarters stood Valière, wearing a modest dress that seemed utterly out of place.
She was sunk deep into a chair upholstered in the finest velvet.
“Yes. The coachman seemed quite experienced in such matters. We did our utmost to pursue them, but…”
‘Hoo…’
Valière was furious to the tips of her hair, yet she couldn’t show it in front of others.
So she let out a heavy sigh inwardly and forced a smile.
“She went out after meeting with Duke Baptistian, so it must be related to him. What was the duke doing during that time?”
“He was attending to official duties as usual.”
“I see? Then…”
‘Could she have met Pelio? But Pelio wants to deal with Ermedilin immediately… why would they meet?’
Valière, lost in thought, looked so wistful that she easily stirred the hearts of men.
One of the kneeling men, wishing to lighten her mood, spoke gently.
“The Empress rarely goes out, doesn’t she? Perhaps this time, too, she went to gather some repulsive ingredients needed for a curse.”
“That’s not it… If it were a shop selling magical ingredients, she’d enter openly and confidently!”
‘Ugh, these useless, ignorant fools. Why did my brother have to assign such people to me? Then again, he himself has nothing in his head—how could he possibly judge others well?’
“Never mind that—what about the well incident? Did you find any evidence?”
“Ahh… about that…”
“It’s obvious the Empress placed a plague curse on the well—yet you still haven’t found any evidence?”
“Yes. The Empress was quite thorough. There are no witnesses, nor any evidence.”
“Did the magical guild turn up anything?”
“No. Nothing. She rarely purchases rare ingredients to begin with, and besides, curses capable of causing large-scale plagues like this are scarcely known.”
Frustrated by the unhelpful answers, Valière bit her lip firmly.
‘I’m so tired of this.’
“Leave.”
As Valière’s voice turned icy, the men immediately exited her reception room without delay.
“Sigh… How stifling. Not a single capable person around me.”
Valière, who had been sighing heavily while staring at the ceiling, called the maids waiting outside the door.
“Request a visit from Prince Pelio.”
“You’ve arrived?”
Pelio, who happened to be staying near the palace due to Ermedilin’s matter, was able to come see Valière right away.
“What is it you called me for?”
His gaze wasn’t as contemptuous as Ermedilin’s, but Pelio’s manner toward Valière was unbearably arrogant and stiff.
“I was wondering if you happened to meet Her Majesty the Empress today.”
“Why should I report my whereabouts to you?”
“Oh, that’s not what I meant… I was merely curious if it might relate to the plague outbreak…”
“I am conducting my own investigation into that matter.”
“Yes, I’m aware. But I was concerned that a noble prince like yourself might accidentally become entangled in Her Majesty’s scandal…”
“I’ll manage my own affairs. Have you, my lady, uncovered any new evidence?”
“Ahh… about that…”
“Never mind. I didn’t expect anything anyway.”
Pelio left without even a farewell, his attitude as cold as ever.
In truth, there was no reason for him to offer one.
Valière was merely the illegitimate daughter of a nouveau riche viscount’s house, while Pelio was the heir of a grand ducal line.
Moreover, though Pelio personally held a favorable opinion of Valière due to her upright character, he openly showed his distaste for her role as a married man’s mistress—even while cooperating with her against a common enemy.
He truly was an unbendingly stubborn man.
Valière ground her teeth at Pelio’s rudeness and vowed revenge.
‘Just you wait—once I become Empress, you’ll be the first I crush.’
“I’m sick of it!! Why is it that every person I send turns out utterly useless!!”
The one on the receiving end of Valière’s rare outburst of frustration was her older brother, Bierre.
Though his eyes were green—unlike Valière’s—and thus different in color, his soft brown hair and delicate features closely resembled his younger sister’s.
“It’s not that the people I sent were incompetent—it’s that damn Ermedilin is meticulous. And you—haven’t you still failed to fully win Henri’s heart?”
“What are you talking about? Henri has only me! He hasn’t even set foot in the Empress’s chambers!!”
“So what? Has he ever granted you even a common title? So what if you were childhood friends? Since you became his mistress, have we gained anything at all?!”
“I hold the authority to manage the imperial finances…”
“Oh, well said! That grand authority of yours? The one that doesn’t let you spend a single extra coin beyond your allowance and requires you to report every expense? Are you joking?”
Bierre slammed his fist on the table and shouted.
“Do you even realize how much disgrace we’ve endured while you’ve played mistress all these years? Aren’t you ashamed to have lived as a mistress for so long? Just like mother, like daughter, isn’t that right?”
At Bierre’s words, Valière bit down hard on her lower lip.
“Do you even know how much money I’ve poured into you? I would’ve dealt with your mother long ago if not for you.”
The moment the word “mother” left Bierre’s mouth, Valière clenched her teeth and bit her lip even harder.
That woman—who had burdened her with the unchangeable weakness of being a bastard—could rot for all she cared. But she hadn’t yet become Empress.
For now, she still needed financial support from these despicable people.
With only her allotted budget, merely maintaining dignity equal to the Empress was already a struggle.
To continue building her image as the people’s mother through orphanages and charitable works, she had no choice but to temporarily stay in the same boat as these useless individuals.
Seeing Valière trembling all over, her lips bitten raw, Bierre added one final jab in a slightly subdued tone.
“Well then, why don’t you just get pregnant already…?”
Snap—the moment those words left his mouth, something inside Valière broke.
“Get out! Leave right now!!”
Though she’d never raised her voice beyond reason before, no matter how angry she got, this time she simply couldn’t hold back.
Bierre fled the palace like a man escaping an attack, dodging Valière’s near-hysterical screams.
‘Pregnant? Pregnant, you say?? Me??’
Tears finally began to fall, drop by drop, from Valière’s trembling eyes.
“Damn it! Damn it!!”
Valière barely managed to compose herself, tried to swallow a silent scream—but immediately felt nauseous.
“Ugh…”
“So, has the Empress returned?”
Henri, sunk deep into the imperial throne, looked as solemn and beautiful as ever.
His radiant golden hair granted him the glory of the sun, and his piercing blue eyes, as if seeing into one’s soul, bestowed upon him earthly authority.
“Yes. It was a very brief outing.”
“And you’re certain it was Pelio she met there?”
“Yes. Her Majesty began having Prince Pelio watched immediately after meeting Duke Baptistian yesterday.”
“Couldn’t you uncover what the matter was?”
“We don’t know the details, but apparently something happened when Duke François visited the palace yesterday.”
“What happened?”
“It seems the duke held a blade to Her Majesty’s throat and wounded her.”
“Well, violence isn’t exactly rare, is it? Is that all?”
“Oh—and according to one of the maids, Her Majesty unusually prevented the duke from taking a maid with him, unlike his usual behavior.”
Henri, listening to the report, lowered his eyes thoughtfully upon hearing of Ermedilin’s unusual actions.
“Hmm. That is suspicious indeed. Until now, she never cared even if a few maids died by the duke’s hand—but suddenly she stands against her own father?”
“We find that suspicious as well.”
“Understood. Keep a closer watch on both the duke and the Empress. What is Valière up to?”
“She summoned Prince Pelio to the palace after his audience with Her Majesty.”
“Pelio?”
“Yes. She must have been curious about the conversation between the prince and Her Majesty.”
“Your surveillance failed, didn’t it?”
“Yes. The agents Lady Valière hired clearly disappeared midway. But she is quite astute, isn’t she?”
“That she is—clever, certainly. Yet lately, I feel as though I can’t quite grasp her anymore.”
Henri clicked his tongue regretfully and shook his head.
“What should we do?”
“For now, observe. We must understand why she’s suddenly doing things she never did before.”
“Yes, understood.”
After the valet who delivered the report left, Henri leaned back against the armrest of his throne, lost in deep thought.
‘Valière is one thing… but now even the Empress. What could possibly be the reason both of them have suddenly started acting out of character?’
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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Wait what the hell. I lowkey hate henri but i feel bad for her to have to suffer with a loser like him omgn