[Full] The Villain Found Out This is a Novel (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 12
Raydocs had always loathed Sikar like a thorn in his eye for using a puppet king to rule the kingdom through fear and manipulate it as he pleased, so this reaction of his wasn’t surprising.
Still, I had expected him to at least say he’d think it over, but Raydocs’ response was far too resolute.
“My daughter was saved by you, yet you refuse outright without even a word about considering it. I always thought you were arrogant, but now I see you’re also ungrateful.”
“If you’re not going to use gratitude as an excuse to pressure me, then please stop. Otherwise, it might seem as though I’d approached you with ulterior motives from the start.”
I shouldn’t have come here with Sikar.
Because of the silent battle of wills between the two men, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. After hesitating, I cautiously interjected into their conversation.
“My lord Marquis, please let me apologize in his stead. Please don’t take the Duke’s words to heart.”
Then, looking directly at Sikar, I made the most exaggeratedly displeased face I could muster.
Ignoring Sikar’s bewildered stare, I turned back to Raydocs and put on an expression of utmost apology.
“And wanting to entrust my child to you, my lord Marquis, was my own idea—not the Duke’s. On our way here, Lucy mentioned you in the carriage, and I remembered hearing about your innovative approach to education, so I thought I’d mention it.”
I spoke calmly and clearly without getting nervous—right?
After finishing my words, I felt my stomach burning and said to Raydocs in a composed tone,
“Excuse me, but may I have a glass of water?”
Before the maid could even pour water into my glass, I poured it in myself with a loud splash and gulped it down thirstily.
‘Phew. I think I’ll survive.’
As I set the glass down, Sikar tilted his body slightly toward me and gave me a subtle glare, as if to say, “For a Duchess to drink water so shamelessly!”
I whispered in a voice too soft for Raydocs to hear,
“That’s exactly why I asked for your pardon.”
“Even if other noble ladies asked for pardon before drinking, they wouldn’t gulp it down like you just did.”
“That’s because you never taught me.”
“Raydocs is looking at us strangely—stop whispering.”
Raydocs was staring at us as if witnessing something bizarre, so I gave him an awkward smile and sat up straight.
The Marquis Raydocs looked at me with a slightly worried expression and asked,
“Are you quite alright, Duchess?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Even if it’s just water, drinking it all at once like that might upset your stomach or make you feel bloated.”
Ah. Since I’ve spent my whole life gulping water down like this, you probably don’t realize how refreshing it feels.
“No, it’s very refreshing. My lord Marquis, you should try drinking it all at once next time—just like you do with alcohol.”
Raydocs looked even more flustered than before, and Sikar lowered his head again as he looked at me.
“We don’t even drink alcohol all at once here.”
“Then do you sip it bit by bit?”
“Because we’re nobles.”
Sikar calmly said to the visibly flustered Raydocs,
“My wife is from a foreign land with different customs, so please understand.”
Only then did Raydocs nod, as if finally understanding, and offered a faint smile.
“It seems the Duke has found himself an excellent Duchess—how fortunate.”
Sikar’s expression once again looked as if he was about to call me arrogant or something similar, so I quickly spoke up first.
“My lord Marquis, excuse me, but I still have something to say.”
“Yes, Duchess, please go ahead.”
“If you agree to take Lucy under your care, in return, I intend to do for her the things only a mother can do—once a week.”
“Things only a mother can do?”
“Things like playing with dolls together, helping her choose dresses, or bathing her—the kinds of things fathers find difficult to handle. I can do those for her.”
“In that case, Lucy’s nanny can take care of such matters, so it’s quite alright.”
Sikar, who’d been quietly sitting until now, set his teacup down on the table and spoke.
“Isn’t this a fair enough condition?”
His tone was calm, but his eyes burned as if saying, “Refuse, and it’ll be war.”
“Your eyes are way too threatening, you know?”
“Negotiations are always done with the eyes.”
That’s only because you, being a villain, only ever deal with other villains!
I gritted my teeth and said,
“This isn’t a negotiation—we’re asking for a favor.”
Sikar snorted at my words, but fortunately, Raydocs showed a slightly more positive reaction.
“I’ll consider that part a bit more.”
Since I never expected everything to be settled in one go, this was already a pretty good outcome.
“If it had been any other noble instead of Raydocs, news would’ve spread throughout high society that Duchess Blake is an uncultured woman who gulps down cold water like that.”
Indeed, of all the people I currently know in this world, he seems the most reasonable.
“Still, I thought I understood this world somewhat, yet your manners and dignity as a noblewoman are utterly lacking. I’ll have to arrange etiquette lessons for you. Gillian’s about to welcome his queen soon, and any mistake there could make things difficult.”
Gillian’s wedding, huh? It really feels like I’ve wandered straight into a den of villains, meeting all the antagonists of this world.
“Next time I rescue Lucy, I’ll go alone.”
“Alone? Planning to gulp down cold water again without a shred of decorum?”
It’s because I’m worried you’ll ruffle Raydocs’ feathers again and ruin everything!
“I’m trying to lower Raydocs’ guard. Right now, the most important thing for us is to build rapport with him so we can hide the mark on Kian’s neck—just keep that in mind.”
Sikar, who’d been eyeing me suspiciously, scratched his cheek for a moment before reluctantly saying,
“This time, go and behave yourself properly. Otherwise, you won’t be allowed to go out on your own ever again.”
Does this man really not realize that I’m already not allowed to go out freely whenever I want?
I gave him a reassuring smile and promised I’d do well—though I was grinding my teeth as I said it.
Sikar was gazing out the carriage window as if he had no interest whatsoever.
He probably figured that since he could just read my memories anyway, he’d only care about the results.
There’s a common denominator all parenting adults inevitably share. Next time I meet Raydocs, I plan to exploit that point. If it works, Sikar won’t be able to say things like that anymore.
While lost in these thoughts, the carriage soon arrived in the city, and we entered a famous boutique in town.
At first, the shop attendants looked at me with puzzled eyes, wondering which noblewoman I was. But as soon as Sikar stepped inside, their eyes widened in shock, and they bowed deeply.
“Y-Your Grace! Y-You’ve come!”
With just a sidelong glance from Sikar, the attendants immediately sprang into action, bustling about to seat us.
While the attendants prepared our tea, the boutique’s owner, apparently, approached with an awed smile.
“Ahh… Greetings, Your Grace. I am Barin Mahidil, owner and designer of Mahidil Boutique.”
“First, bring clothes suitable for a boy around seven years old.”
“Yes, Your Grace!”
The staff moved with such precision it felt like we were in the military, and soon attendants lined up before us, displaying the clothes they’d brought. Every single outfit looked luxurious.
“Pack all those clothes, and add thirty more pieces of new outerwear—coats and tailcoats included—and send them to House of Duke Blake.”
“Th-Thank you, Your Grace!”
“Now bring forth dresses suitable for my wife.”
“We’ll prepare them immediately!”
The attendants truly brought out the dresses right away—though, being dresses, they were displayed on mannequins.
Sikar looked at me as if bestowing a favor and asked,
“See anything you like?”
He was giving me a chance to choose. Well, the more, the better for me—especially since it wasn’t my money.
“A-All of them! I like them all.”
Sikar instructed them to take all five, and while the attendants wrapped the clothes, I whispered to him,
“I think you should buy me about thirty more.”
“I already bought dozens of dresses for you at the Duke’s residence for this winter—do you really need thirty more?”
Sikar’s expression hardened.
Did I ask for too much? He’s so wealthy, yet he’s grimacing over just thirty dresses?
Sikar sighed again as if utterly exasperated, then said something that left me stunned.
“Do you really want to impress me that badly? Enough to buy thirty more dresses you’ll never even wear?”
Huh?
Ignoring my baffled expression, Sikar sighed again and shook his head.
“Your efforts to win my favor are commendable, but I’m not the type to be swayed by such things.”
There’s no cure for delusions—but at this point, this is clearly a serious illness. Should we send Sikar to Grand Cathedral Repher for treatment?
Anyway, while saying such absurd things, Sikar went ahead and ordered an additional thirty dresses.
In the carriage on our way back, I asked Sikar something I hadn’t had the chance to consider earlier amidst all the chaos.
“Sikar, I’ve never seen it in the novel, but has no one ever liked you before?”
That’s why you’re misunderstanding things now, right? That’s what I really wanted to ask. As far as I knew, in the novel, everyone feared Sikar—no one ever liked him.
So, he must be misinterpreting my tears at his death scene as affection.
“It seems you want to be the first—but unfortunately, you’re not. There was someone who truly adored me.”
Was there really…?
“I see. It wasn’t mentioned in the novel, so I didn’t know. But you used the past tense…?”
“Because they’ve become a star in the sky now.”
What? Sikar had a story like that?
Sikar gazed out the carriage window with distant eyes, as if recalling a fond memory, and said,
“They were a fool who knew only me—just like you are now.”
I don’t know only you—I’d be perfectly fine if you just disappeared! Seriously, what on earth makes him think I only know him?
Whether or not I looked utterly dumbfounded, Sikar remained lost in sentiment and continued,
“There wasn’t a single day they didn’t follow me around. Every time they saw me, they’d wag that little tail so excitedly.”
Huh?
“Every morning, they’d greet me by licking my face, and every night before bed, they’d always try to claim my side.”
Though I’d been rendered speechless by this man countless times since coming here, today truly topped them all.
In the novel, Sikar said he disliked humans because they betray those they trust.
That’s why the only beings he ever opened his heart to were animals.
Is that why he isn’t taking my supposed affection negatively?
So… he sees me as a pet dog! Or maybe a pet human?
Once again, despite my utterly dumbstruck expression, Sikar said something that left me shocked.
“I suppose you’re disappointed you’re not the first.”
“Do I really look disappointed to you?”
Sikar clearly couldn’t read emotions from facial expressions—he only knew how to read memories, not feelings. Otherwise, there’s no way he’d say that after seeing my face!
“If you truly insist, I might give you the last spot—provided you outlive our Happy.”
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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Chapter Comments (36)
How is Sikar going to react when he reads her memories and sees she didn’t lie to Kian about being his mother?
😂🤣😂🤣 Sikar had to suffer the consequences of lying to his grandma! This is hilarious! But poor Kian, he doesn’t want to sit on Sikar’s lap!
Sikar looking at her dreams well she sleeps is definitely creepy/pervert behavior. 😂
Vika being forcefed when she says something bad is hilarious! Way to go Kian! 🤣🤣
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Though they appeared outwardly reserved, their quiet bickering resembled that of
Not yet but soon! At least, we hope it’ll be soon!
“How do you feel after waking up from that dream? Do you feel as if you’ve had a
Is Sikar turning into her therapist now? 😂🤣😂🤣😂
And then Sikar kissed me.
OH MY GOSH! I WAS NOT EXPECTING A KISS! And this probably won’t end up as a good memory, since Yura doesn’t like him. 😂🤣
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Artemtisforaday
Sikar is so delusional it’s hilarious! I wonder if he’ll ever come to the realization that she doesn’t actually like him?