[Full] The Villainess Just Wants to Live Quietly! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 13
I couldn’t remember how I’d even finished the royal ball and returned home.
The important thing was that my plan to successfully bring Noxia and Roel together had completely fallen apart.
‘Has the original story been twisted this much?’
The protagonists, who were supposed to develop feelings for each other, had instead become awkward around one another.
Noxia, having heard those words, would no longer trust Roel, and Roel would now feel uneasy around her.
‘Is the male lead of the novel changing? Or will things somehow progress in another way?’
Ah, I had no idea.
My head was far too tangled.
All I wanted was a peaceful life, and I was worried that the altered storyline—caused by the original plot shifting—might affect that.
‘Why on earth did Roel have that conversation where anyone could overhear? And why did Noxia have to come looking for me? If I wasn’t at the ball, couldn’t she just assume I wasn’t there?’
Though I unfairly directed my frustration toward them, what had already happened couldn’t be undone.
The water had already been spilled, and I had to accept it one way or another.
‘No matter how well I know the original plot, I can’t control every situation.’
That much I’d clearly realized through this incident.
Relationships between people were far too complex and delicate—a slight deviation could send everything careening in an entirely different direction.
If I really had to pinpoint a cause, my own actions—different from those in the original story—had played a part.
The original Tanasia would have tried her best to mingle with others at the ball, but my choice had been different.
I never expected that small decision would lead Noxia to come searching for me.
Moreover, I had no idea Noxia would—unlike in the original—gather water in one spot, or that Roel would happen to be standing right there.
Honestly, it could only be described as terrible luck. But this wasn’t something I could simply accept, not when my life was at stake.
Knowing full well that a death route lay ahead in the future, I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing.
‘People really can’t be trusted.’
I’d tried to quickly bring Noxia and Roel together to solidify the relationship between House Brelrop and the imperial family, thereby preventing war—but I’d been wrong.
People’s hearts could change at any moment. Since I couldn’t possibly know their true thoughts, I couldn’t risk my life on such uncertainty.
‘To prevent the war with the Kalua Empire, I need something more certain.’
Something concrete—something I could reliably obtain through effort, not something as fickle as a person’s heart.
Since this concerned nothing less than my own survival, I gave it serious thought.
Just then—
Knock, knock. A knock at the door, followed by Jerin’s voice from outside.
“Miss, your tutor has arrived.”
Now that she mentioned it, today was the day I was supposed to have a lesson with Matella.
Although being a genius was convenient, I currently had no time to spare for such things.
I’d likely have to feign illness and reschedule the lesson for another day.
“Please show her in for now.”
“Yes, miss.”
After hearing Jerin’s reply, Matella soon entered.
I deliberately wore a weary expression as I turned to face her.
Unlike usual, Matella carried an enormous stack of items in both arms—so much so that her face was nearly hidden behind the pile.
“Teacher, what is all this?”
“Oh, these are materials to help you decide your future path.”
“My future path?”
“Yes. I heard from Lord Ollande that you’re still considering your career options, so I brought these along.”
Hearing that reminded me of the conversation I’d had with Ollande over dinner.
─I don’t think it’s wise to let your talent go to waste, but neither do I intend to ignore your wishes. From now on, seriously consider your future path. I’ll do my best to support your decision.
─Alright. Once I find my answer, I’ll be sure to tell you first.
Even though I no longer hid my genius, there were countless fields of study to choose from.
Only by deciding which path to take could I receive the appropriate lessons.
“But this soon…?”
I was about to say it was too early, but Matella, busy unpacking her load, seemed not to hear me.
Regardless of my intentions, the materials Matella brought were laid out before me one by one.
Medicine, law, research…
Numerous fields appeared before my eyes.
“You’re not planning to explain all of these today, are you?”
“Well, it seems we won’t have enough time to cover everything today. I’ll continue with the rest during our next lesson.”
“No, what I meant was…”
I had been about to say I wasn’t feeling well enough for a lesson today.
Just then, something caught my eye.
[Magic Engineering].The term was unfamiliar. Magic and engineering—what an odd pairing.
Without even realizing it, I found myself reading the description beneath “Magic Engineering,” and it intrigued me.
[Weapon Development], [War Preparedness], [Military Enhancement].These were precisely the words that appealed to me, someone desperate to prevent the future war with the Kalua Empire.
I quickly pointed to the section labeled “Magic Engineering” and asked Matella,
“What’s this about?”
Only then, having finally finished unpacking, Matella wiped the sweat from her brow and replied.
“Oh, you mean magic engineering. Briefly put, it’s a field focused on developing weapons for warfare.”
At the words “weapons for warfare,” an idea instantly flashed through my mind.
‘What if I developed a weapon capable of standing against the Kalua Empire?’
As long as Askan remained within House Brelrop, the Kalua Empire’s human-weapon experiments would likely fail.
But I couldn’t ignore the worst-case scenario.
If, by any means, their human-weapon experiment succeeded, the Kalua Empire would instigate war—so if I could create a countermeasure before then, it would change everything.
‘This is it!’
Something I could reliably obtain through effort.
At the royal ball, Noxia and Roel’s first meeting had gone awry, and the original story’s future had become unpredictable.
In such uncertain circumstances, it felt as though a lifeline had just been thrown to me.
“I suppose this topic ended up included because I gathered such varied materials. Please don’t pay it too much attention, miss. It’s a rather niche field, and hardly suitable for you…”
“No, I’ve made up my mind.”
“What?”
“I’ve decided to study magic engineering from now on. I’ll create the world’s most powerful weapon.”
“Huh?”
Taken aback by my unexpected declaration, Matella looked flustered as she hurriedly tried to show me other materials.
“But perhaps you should look at some other options as well…”
“My decision is final. Magic engineering is my path. Nothing else will change my mind.”
Faced with my unwavering resolve, Matella reluctantly nodded.
As the eldest daughter of House Brelrop, I already possessed wealth so vast I could never spend it all in a lifetime—there was no need to choose a field simply for its promising career prospects.
Of course, Matella probably hadn’t considered that. She likely just wished for me, as a noble lady, to pursue a more refined academic discipline.
Had I a long life ahead, I might have chosen a more elegant field—but right now, survival mattered above all else.
If I could help prevent the war, there was no reason to hesitate.
“Teacher, when can we start lessons in magic engineering? I’m ready to begin right away.”
In truth, during Matella’s previous lessons, my mind had always wandered elsewhere. Now, my attitude toward studying had completely reversed by 180 degrees.
Perhaps unaccustomed to this sudden shift, Matella gave an awkward smile and replied,
“I didn’t expect you to decide so quickly, miss, so starting right away might be difficult. We’d also need to arrange for an expert instructor in magic engineering…”
“Yes, please hire the most skilled teacher available.”
I didn’t care how much the tuition cost. If necessary, I was even willing to build a research laboratory.
I couldn’t know yet how talented I’d be in magic engineering, but right now, I burned with enthusiasm for this new goal.
“Oh—Father and I agreed I’d inform him first once I decided on my path. I should write him a letter right away, asking him not to hold back any support for my studies.”
“Oh, Lord Ollande will be delighted to hear your path has been decided, miss.”
“Since we won’t have a lesson today anyway, could you wait for me a moment?”
And so I began writing a letter to Ollande.
Though the time of war was still distant, every second felt urgent to me.
Arwen Empire, slums.
Two mysterious men appeared in a village near the border.
In just half a day, they had inspected every boy around fifteen years old in the village, then said,
“He doesn’t seem to be here either.”
His name was Tendai. The deep scar across his face marked him as a seasoned swordsman who had once served in the Kalua Empire’s royal knights.
Frustrated yet again at their failure, Andro—standing beside him—kicked the ground in anger.
“Subject Thirteen, you rat! Where the hell have you hidden yourself?!”
Unlike Tendai, who had been an official knight, Andro had long worked as a mercenary; his tracking skills were as sharp as his swordsmanship.
The “Subject Thirteen” they mentioned was the designation given to Askan at the Kalua Empire’s laboratory.
It held no special meaning—subjects were simply numbered in the order they arrived, and Askan had been the thirteenth among thousands of test subjects.
Indeed, they were Askan’s pursuers, hunting the boy who had escaped.
“When he broke through our encirclement and fled the laboratory, I knew he wasn’t ordinary—but I never imagined he’d vanish without a single trace.”
At Tendai’s calm remark, Andro ground his teeth and replied,
“Do you have any idea how many of our comrades Subject Thirteen killed during his escape? Dozens! Just wait until I find him—I’ll tear him to pieces.”
“Set aside personal grudges. According to our superiors, the abilities Subject Thirteen displayed back then were extraordinary. Recapturing him would greatly accelerate the experiments.”
Though neither Tendai nor Andro had witnessed Askan’s escape firsthand, they’d heard countless accounts.
Askan’s body was impervious to swords and arrows, and his ability to manipulate inextinguishable flames made him seem like a demon risen from hell.
Wherever he passed, only ashes remained—and almost no one survived.
“So what if his powers are monstrous? With this, he’ll be completely helpless.”
Andro pulled a small glass vial from his coat and showed it off. The violet liquid inside radiated an unmistakable mystical aura.
“So that’s the rumored suppressant.”
“Exactly. With this, test subjects can’t even stand.”
Andro grinned wickedly as he continued,
“All we need is for Subject Thirteen to stay alive. Missing a limb or two won’t affect the experiments at all.”
Tendai said nothing in response—it wasn’t a wrong statement, after all.
Their sole objective was to find Askan and bring him back. There was no requirement that he remain unharmed.
“Oh! Do you know why Subject Thirteen suddenly escaped?”
Tendai shook his head at Andro’s question.
“How could we possibly know what a test subject was thinking? He probably just hated that place.”
No one would willingly choose a life of constant experimentation—so no one had bothered to ask why Askan had fled.
Andro clicked his tongue regretfully.
“If only we knew his reason for escaping—we could tailor our search accordingly.”
“Stop wasting time on pointless thoughts. Let’s move to the next location.”
As Tendai spoke, he simultaneously fired a signal flare.
Boom—!
White smoke shot instantly into the sky.
The rule was simple: white if Askan wasn’t found, red if he was.
Soon after Tendai’s flare, another white signal erupted in the distance.
Naturally, Tendai and Andro weren’t the only ones hunting Askan—dozens of specialists were covertly on the move.
As more white flares signaled Askan’s absence elsewhere, Andro joked,
“Are we really going to end up in the capital of the Arwen Empire at this rate?”
Tendai glanced toward the capital’s direction and replied,
“It doesn’t matter where he’s hiding. It might just take a little longer—but we’ll find him, no matter what.”
“Heh heh.”
Andro chuckled, amused.
Their figures vanished in an instant.
No trace remained of Tendai and Andro’s brief stay in that Arwen Empire village.
“Askan—!”
Walking down the street, Askan turned at the sound of his name.
The very Askan whom Tendai, Andro, and countless others hunted was hiding in the most unexpected place, under the most unexpected identity:
as a page in the household of Marquis Brelrop, one of Arwen Empire’s greatest noble families.
This was precisely why, even after Tanasia discovered his true identity, he hadn’t easily fled.
The one who’d called him was Lela, a maid of House Brelrop. She was a woman in her mid-thirties with an eight-year-old son.
“Sorry, but could you watch my son for just a bit? I have some work to finish today, but this little rascal followed me all the way here without a care.”
Askan’s gaze naturally fell to the eight-year-old boy clinging to Lela’s skirts.
He’d seen the child a few times before—whenever the boy accompanied Lela to the Brelrop estate.
“Lela! Lela!”
Just then, a voice called from afar.
Hearing it, Lela grew flustered and thrust her son toward Askan.
“I’ll just leave him with you for a moment!”
“Ah, I…”
Askan tried belatedly to refuse, but Lela was already far out of earshot.
Askan looked down at the boy now gripping his trouser leg. The wide-eyed eight-year-old gazed up at him.
“Oppa?”
His lisping voice made his youth unmistakable.
Askan regarded the boy with a briefly troubled expression, then asked,
“…What’s your name?”
“Me? Ett.”
“Ett?”
“No, Eeettt.”
The child’s pronunciation was unclear, but Askan easily deduced his name.
“Your name is Ed?”
“Yeah!”
Delighted that Askan had guessed correctly, Ed beamed and nodded vigorously.
For a fleeting moment, Ed’s face overlapped with that of a boy Askan had met in the laboratory.
─Oppa, oppa, I’m Subject 1890.
He’d never learned that child’s real name or age—only that he’d been called Subject 1890.
Askan did have a reason for escaping the laboratory.
It was simply that no one had ever cared enough to ask.
Male lead is a clingy little husband
One-line summary: The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
Introduction:
One day, Lu Yuner’s soul transmigrates into a female-dominant world. She enters the Imperial Academy and takes up the position of a doctoral instructor, teaching classes and grading schoolwork.
One day, she encounters the young prince Su Qingwan secretly skipping class from the male academy.
As a result, Su Qingwan is punished.
From then on, Su Qingwan sees Lu Yuner as a “thorn in his side”.
But before long, this “thorn” becomes the person he cherishes most, and he goes to great lengths to win Lu Yuner’s affection.
Mini scene 1:
One day, the sun is high in the sky but Su Qingwan still hasn’t gotten up for class.
Servant Xiaoyuan: “Young prince, it’s time for class. You’ll be late otherwise.”
Su Qingwan says arrogantly: “I’m not going. I am the esteemed prince, my status is so noble, why should I suffer this hardship? Besides, isn’t learning all this just to please women? Hmph, they’re not worthy!”
Mini scene 2:
After Su Qingwan falls for someone, he completely changes. He no longer skips class and diligently learns how to be a good husband and father. But he discovers that Sister Yuner is always surrounded by admirers.
Drunk and overcome with jealousy one day, he clings to Lu Yuner, crying beautifully like a pear blossom in the rain.
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan likes Sister Yuner.”
Lu Yuner: “Young prince, you’re drunk.”
Su Qingwan: “Qingwan isn’t drunk. Qingwan likes Sister Yuner, likes you so much, likes you to bits…” Before he can finish, Lu Yuner’s eyes flash with emotion and she leans in closer.
[Reading Guide]
1. The female lead is gentle, gracious, humble and polite but not weak. The male lead is initially an arrogant, noble, love-deprived brat, later a cute, clingy, scheming little jealous one.
2. 1v1, a bit torturous in the beginning but definitely sweet later on.
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Isn’t he is being cute, just let him be …ufff….