I Will No Longer Live As Your Villainess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3

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“Why are you like this, Lorencia?”

“Your Highness Prince Luans. I saw something strange.”

“Something strange? Can you tell me about it?”

“I don’t know if you’ll believe me, but I saw a brown-haired maid sprinkling white powder into the food you were going to eat. I don’t even understand why I could see that.”

“Don’t be afraid, Lorencia. I trust you. So tell me everything you see. And don’t worry—just lean on me.”

The next day, Luans sought out Lorencia. He tightly embraced her, grateful that she had helped him avoid being poisoned.

“The brown-haired maid’s name is Jane. She was hired recently. She poisoned the food I was supposed to eat. Thank you for saving me, Lorencia!”

Lorencia couldn’t hide her joy at having been useful to him.

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Lorencia suddenly remembered the purple amethyst necklace her mother had left her before she died—it had unexpectedly glowed. She untied the necklace and examined the amethyst closely. The uneven, rough surface of the stone resembled broken glass shards. From every angle, it looked utterly ordinary. Yet, every time the amethyst necklace glowed, she saw the future.

She couldn’t understand why she had suddenly gained the ability to see the future. But seeing Luans so happy, she felt grateful for this power. Perhaps it was a gift from Goddess Ella, who took pity on her.

Lorencia’s ability blossomed like a fully bloomed flower. All of it was for Luans. She saw profitable business opportunities from the future and told him.

She also helped him identify traitors before they could betray him. Each time, Lorencia received great praise from Luans. His praise was sweeter than the first chocolate she’d ever tasted—and addictive.

“Lorencia, thank you. You truly are a lovely and kind girl.”

Her desire to be loved grew stronger and stronger, so Lorencia overexerted herself using her power to help Luans. To see the future, she had to hold the amethyst up to a light and peer into its depths. After gazing into the future, her eyes always suffered intense pain.

The pain became so unbearable that, for the first time, Lorencia told Luans she couldn’t use her power anymore. And as if on cue, Luans stopped visiting her the very next day.

From the day Luans stopped coming, Lorencia was physically struck by Brandt. Right after, as if they’d been waiting, Madam Anne—the countess—and her daughter Ilina entered and hurled vicious insults at her.

Lorencia could endure the insults and the physical abuse. The one thing she couldn’t bear was Luans no longer coming to see her.

“Have I been abandoned? Was it because I stopped using my power? Should I have used it even if it hurt?”

Just as she was worn down by days filled with regret, Luans appeared before Lorencia. She clung desperately to him.

“My situation is quite bad right now because of Crown Prince Adrian. It feels like I’m in danger. If only Lorencia had seen my future before, I wouldn’t have fallen into this peril.”

“I’m sorry.”

Seeing Luans’ serious expression, all Lorencia could feel was guilt for not using her power.

“Even though you’re a bastard, I had you registered as a count’s daughter. And fearing the count and countess might abuse you… I came to the manor every day just to protect you. I’m doing all this for you… So why won’t you protect me, Lorencia?”

“I’m sorry. From now on, I’ll use my ability even if it hurts.”

“Don’t forget—if I end up in danger, it’ll be because of you, Lorencia.”

Lorencia feared Luans would vanish again. She used her power solely to be loved by him. To change his grim future, she never held back her words. She revealed who needed to die—even Crown Prince Adrian—according to Luans’ wishes. In the end, they all died, and Luans ascended to the position of crown prince.

“If I’m to become emperor… my father will have to die, won’t he? Yes. I’ll send him to join my brother.”

Lorencia searched the future for the answers he wanted and told him. Many people died, but she thought it better for others to die than to lose him.

“I’m going to wage war.”

For the victory in war that Luans desired, countless lives were lost. Corpses lay abandoned across the desolate land, forests burned to ashes, and lakes ran red with blood. This was the world Lorencia had created for Luans. Thus, ten years passed, and Luans unified the empire exactly as he had wished.

Lorencia waited for Luans to propose to her. But what returned to her instead was death.

It was miserable. In her fading consciousness, she recalled how she’d repeatedly driven people—who shouldn’t have died in any timeline—toward their deaths. But she’d only struggled so hard to be loved. She never thought her longing to be loved was a sin.

Luans told her not to mistake his love. In the end, everything she’d done lost its meaning. Even her death… Perhaps this was punishment for all she’d done. The thought made her nose sting, and tears streamed down her face.

When had the man who’d once spoken to her so lovingly changed? Was it the moment she stepped out of the attic room? Or was it from the moment her ability awakened? Why had she gained the power to see the future?

She’d believed she’d live by his side, cherished and loved. Her life had seemed destined to fulfill his dreams and reach a happy ending. But when had it changed? When she didn’t fulfill his requests, guilt always overwhelmed her first.

Luans only embraced her gently when she granted his wishes, and gradually, that became burdensome. Yet she still believed in his love. She never imagined she’d be cast away so miserably. Or rather, deep down, she’d always harbored a quiet fear of being abandoned—she’d just refused to acknowledge it.

“Marquis Teishar Spencer. It happened just as you said.”

Lorencia recalled Marquis Teishar Spencer of the Floyd Empire, who had come as an envoy to prevent war.

That man had acted as if he saw right through her. His jet-black hair, sharp red eyes—cold and fierce like a leopard’s—had held her gaze captive the moment their eyes met, as if pulling her in.

Teishar gazed at Lorencia with a sorrowful smile. She wanted to speak with him longer, but Luans interrupted their conversation.

Luans once again pointed his finger at her in front of everyone, labeling her a bastard.

Teishar’s single sentence pierced her heart. She felt the anguish in his voice. His furious glare toward Luans stole her breath away. Her chest heaved—he’d spoken aloud all the words she’d kept buried inside, words she’d desperately wanted to say to Luans.

After Teishar left, Luans declared war on the Floyd Empire. Lorencia hesitated to use her power, troubled by thoughts of Teishar. Naturally, Luans flew into a rage. He screamed so loudly in her ear that it hurt. Her eyes burned. Lorencia lost all ability to make her own decisions, becoming a marionette that moved only as Luans commanded.

Just as Teishar had said—she was discarded. Framed as a witch. She knew regret was useless now. She truly was a villainess—a villainess blinded by love. She could only see this as karmic retribution for the countless evil deeds she’d committed for him. She would be remembered in history as the worst villainess and witch of all time.

Lorencia closed her eyes and, for the first time, prayed to Goddess Ella.

If another life exists… may I not be lonely. May I not be a bastard. May I wear a pure white wedding dress adorned with beautiful flowers and lace, marry a man who truly loves me, bear children, raise them, and live an ordinary life until I grow old. May my hollow heart finally be filled… I dare to wish this of Goddess Ella.

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Lorencia slowly lifted her eyelids. Sitting up, she untied the purple amethyst necklace around her neck. The amethyst glowed brightly. She turned her head slowly, surveying her surroundings. All sorts of objects floated gently around her.

“This is…”

It was the same scene as the night her power had first awakened.

“What’s going on?”

She felt strange. She’d been betrayed by Luans and left to starve to death in a cold prison—yet she couldn’t understand what was happening to her now, leaving her utterly bewildered. But one thing was certain: she hadn’t died.

Lorencia gripped the amethyst necklace tightly. Her heart began pounding violently. She stared at the floating mirror before her—deep red hair and violet eyes. It was her own face.

She lightly touched the mirror reflecting herself. Large tears gathered at the corners of her eyes in the reflection, then rolled steadily down her cheeks. Lorencia stared at the mirror for a long while, then burst into unrestrained sobs, pounding her chest until all strength drained from her body. Seeing the glow of the amethyst necklace she held, Lorencia finally understood.

“The necklace showed me my future.”

Despite her streaming tears, Lorencia twisted her lips into a bitter smile. Then, what must she do now? Wasn’t it obvious? To stay by his side, she’d used countless lives as stepping stones. Happiness built atop others’ misery could never truly exist.

At age twenty-nine, locked in prison, she’d finally realized this. In that cell, she’d nearly gone mad from regret over that truth. Now, a chance to undo that regret had come. She could set things right. The mere thought made her whole body tremble uncontrollably, and tears kept spilling down her cheeks with every blink. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly to hold back the tears, then opened them again.

“Now I’ll be the one to discard him.”

Marquis Teishar Spencer of the Floyd Empire’s words echoed in her mind once more. Lorencia grasped her crimson hair with both hands. Her eyes, bloodshot and cold, glared fiercely into the mirror. Dark black smoke began swirling sharply around her. The glow of the purple amethyst necklace gradually dimmed.

“Return to your places.”

At Lorencia’s words, the floating drawers, furniture, sofa, and objects around her instantly returned to their original positions as if by magic.

Normally, she’d have been unable to control the wildly moving objects and would have trembled in anxiety, crying until morning. When Brandt, Anne, and even Ilina saw this, they’d all pointed at her, calling her a “monster.”

“Yes. I’ll show you exactly what a monster is.”

At nineteen, the clueless Lorencia no longer existed in that room.

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