The Villainess Intends to Have It All (13 Chapters Left to Complete) - Chapter 4
“You still—!”
“Let’s go, Revil.”
Erina couldn’t wait for the hesitant Revil and instead grabbed the child’s hand, pulling him along.
“W-wait! Erina, you can’t come here!?”
Fearing that monstrous voice would ruin everything before she could even carry out her plan, Erina hurriedly slipped away from the spot.
“Erina!”
Erina didn’t stop walking, ignoring Mirea’s voice that she couldn’t bear to hear.
The anger inside her felt ready to explode violently at any moment.
Knowing she had to endure—for today, and for what came next—she practically ran.
Just as she reached the carriage waiting by the mansion gates, she froze in surprise at the heavy, labored breathing rising from below.
In her haste and loss of reason, she hadn’t considered the child, whose steps were naturally slower.
“I’m sorry. Are you all right?”
Overwhelmed with guilt, Erina tried to let go of Revil’s hand, but the child trembled sharply and clung to her even tighter.
From the trembling in his fingertips, Erina sensed that Revil never wanted to return to that place again.
“Do you want to come with me?”
Without needing a detailed explanation—no need to justify why she’d called him there or why she’d rushed away like this—Revil seemed to understand everything.
His head bobbed up and down quickly.
Erina knew all too well how exhausting it was to endure even breathing while stuck in a place you despised.
So she couldn’t let go of Revil’s hand.
“Yes, let’s go.”
At those simple words, the stiffness melted from Revil’s face.
Erina led Revil into the carriage and seated him across from her.
The moment the carriage confirmed both were seated, it set off.
Erina stared blankly at Revil’s soft, light brown hair swaying gently with the carriage’s slight jolts.
“A-are you… okay?”
Startled by the child’s gentle, quiet voice, Erina reflexively asked back,
“Huh?”
“Your face….”
At Revil’s words, the sharp, numbing pain she hadn’t noticed in her anger suddenly hit her hard.
When Erina carefully touched her cheek, she realized the ring had left a wound.
She stared indifferently at the faint blood smeared on her fingers, then pulled out a handkerchief and wiped it clean.
“I’m fine.”
“But you’re bleeding….”
“Really, I’m okay. That old man will suffer far worse than this soon enough.”
Erina even smiled, but Revil’s face grew uneasy at her expression.
Staring quietly into those identical crimson eyes—the same as Feyron’s—Erina felt her heart flutter, as if she could almost believe he truly was Feyron’s son.
Because of those eyes, she kept trying not to care—but then, seeing the child’s fragile, crumbling expression, she found herself worrying again.
It was utterly contradictory.
“I’m leaving. I don’t yet know when it’ll be.”
Revil’s shimmering eyes held Erina’s gaze for a long while before he lowered his head deeply.
Though the deep resignation in his posture pained her, there was nothing she could do.
Revil was the heir of House Iols, and she had sworn never again to be tied to anything related to the Iols.
Silence instantly filled the carriage.
Revil’s soft hair, hanging over his bowed face, looked as if it might start dripping rainwater again, just like that first day she’d met him.
In that state, the carriage traveled for a long while before reaching its destination.
“We’ve arrived, my lady.”
The door opened, and Erina stepped down after glancing back at Revil.
“Will you stay in the carriage?”
At her question, Revil’s head shot up, and she saw him hurry to get out of the carriage.
“N-no.”
“Alright.”
Once Revil had also alighted, the coachman left, saying he’d return later.
Before Erina lay a small, quiet village.
Notable were the little hill beside the village and, behind it, an impressively tall rocky mountain whose size was hard to gauge.
The rocky mountain was where Erina intended to go.
She moved quickly.
Though walking fast, Erina slowed slightly upon sensing the small footsteps behind her.
Instead of cutting through the village—which would have been longer—she circled around the outer wall and reached the far edge of the rocky mountain.
Standing before the mountain, Erina noticed ancient script carved into a section of its surface.
[Mountain Where the Breath of the Gods Flows]Given the presence of ancient script alone, scholars surely wouldn’t have left this place untouched—yet the mountain showed no sign of human interference.
Only a handful of households lived in this village, with almost no visitors passing through; thus, most people who saw it couldn’t even tell whether the markings were ancient script or mere drawings.
Moreover, though the mountain was sizable, the Empire deemed it utterly useless, so hardly anyone came here.
In the original story, unable to endure Erina’s misdeeds any longer, Rose flees the mansion, hails a public carriage, and tells the driver to take her anywhere.
By coincidence, the coachman happened to have business in this village, so they end up here.
Rose disembarks as if she already knows the mountain holds something, walking straight toward it without hesitation.
Later, Rose tells others it was “coincidence,” but no matter how many times Erina reexamined the original story, it clearly wasn’t.
Without the slightest hesitation, Rose came directly here and effortlessly obtained what the mountain concealed—despite the method being unknown to anyone else.
It absolutely couldn’t have been coincidence.
“Revil.”
“Yes.”
“Wait here for a bit.”
At her words, Revil showed clear unease.
“I need to look around nearby. Don’t go far.”
“R-really?”
“Yes.”
Only after receiving that firm assurance did Revil seem reassured, and he held out both hands toward Erina.
“I’ll hold your parasol.”
Erina couldn’t suppress the smile that slipped out naturally.
Perhaps holding the parasol would stop him from wandering off—or maybe make him return if he tried.
“Here.”
Carefully accepting the parasol as if it were something precious, he held it tightly against his chest.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Watching the child nod, Erina stood before the section marked with ancient script and silently counted her steps as she walked rightward.
“One, two, three… This is ten.”
Exactly ten steps later, Erina placed her hand against the stone wall.
A cold sensation seemed to race through her entire body from her palm.
Taking a deep breath, Erina squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them and silently repeated her name inwardly.
“Erina Medelia. Erina Medelia. I am…”
A strange sense of dissonance tingled at her fingertips.
“Erina Medelia.”
At that moment, the stone wall beneath her palm rippled like water struck by a droplet, and a transparent circle began expanding from the center of her palm.
It grew from a point to the size of her palm, then to her full height, and finally expanded tenfold beyond that.
The section of stone wall occupied by the transparent circle wavered like melting wax and vanished completely.
Instantly, the solid stone wall before Erina disappeared, revealing a large, oval-shaped entrance as if deliberately carved.
“Ha.”
Erina quickly ran back to where Revil waited.
Though Revil looked startled by her sudden approach, Erina’s eyes went only to the stone wall where the ancient script had been.
The prominently carved ancient letters had transformed into Imperial Common Tongue—readable by any citizen of the Asilium Empire.
[Erina Medelia]
The long-awaited, fabled magic ore mine had chosen its master.
Not Rose Iols—but Erina Medelia.
In the original story, Rose used this magic ore mine to justify her affair to everyone.
She claimed her bond with Feyron was divine love ordained by the gods.
As the inscription suggested, scholars and priests insisted this mine was imbued with divine power.
This was because artifacts—the only known means of casting lost magic—required magic ore to function.
Though magic had vanished from the Pechenia Continent after the Age of Mages, artifacts supposedly crafted by ancient mages still existed.
These artifacts, imbued with magic, enabled even ordinary, non-magical people to wield spells.
Yet the period when artifacts remained active was brief.
Mines containing magic ore were discovered only once every few centuries, and their yields were extremely limited.
The size of a mine depended on the mountain housing the ore; historically, most recorded magic ore mountains were no larger than hills.
In the original story, Rose Ashila obtained a mine large enough to be recorded in history.
Given how many claimed the mine was touched by divine power, the name inscribed upon it was absolute.
Thus, despite divorce being rare in the Asilium Empire, Erina was swiftly and legally divorced in the original story.
But knowing the original plot, Erina was already aware of what scholars and priests would later reveal near the story’s end.
When an ordinary hill or mountain transformed into a magic ore mine, the name that naturally came to the discoverer’s mind would be inscribed upon it.
In the original, standing before this rocky mountain, Rose had fervently imagined the moment she would become Rose Iols.
Later, she told priests and scholars it felt destined because Feyron was her fated man—but no matter how Erina thought about it, Rose clearly knew everything from the start.
Though Rose claimed in the original story that she’d arrived here by chance, she’d actually described this very spot to the coachman, directing him straight to the rocky mountain, not the village.
Moreover, she’d moved exactly ten steps from the inscribed spot without hesitation and clearly thought of the name she wished to be carved.
The revelation about the name inscribed on the mine—which Rose claimed was divinely ordained—was something scholars and priests disclosed only near the end of the original story, as Erina lay dying.
But now, with no one else aware of the truth, Erina had seized what Rose once took—empowering herself with the Imperial family’s support to cast off the Iols, just as Rose had done in the original.
The mere thought filled her with euphoria.
She no longer had to live under anyone’s control.
She wouldn’t have to endure a husband who proudly flaunted his infidelity and treated her with contempt, nor would she need to rely on her natal family to take her in after divorce.
Overwhelmed by relief, Erina sank to the ground.
“Ha… haha…”
She’d taken what had enabled Rose in the original story to claim her love with Feyron was divine destiny—and what had allowed her to quietly dispose of Erina.
And now, it belonged to Erina Medelia herself.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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Her golden hair, glinting in the sunlight, fluttered in the breeze, and her brig
shouldn’t this be He instead of Her? so confused
“I stole everything you had—your honor, your wealth, even Feyron.”
Now things have turned around. The heroine became the villainess. Is it possible that Irina is not transmigrated but living a second life?
“It’s the first time since becoming Arch Sage that someone has called me by name
Erina broke my heart! Erina hasn’t had a real family yet.
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What is even happening??
I have an inkling