[Full] The Villainess Just Wants to Live Quietly! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 5
I tried my best to view the current situation as objectively as possible.
At first, thinking one-dimensionally, I considered that since the ending involved Askan killing me, perhaps treating him well might help me avoid that death route.
However, I had already done far too many unforgivable things to Askan, and trusting the fickle nature of a person’s heart in such circumstances felt foolish.
I had to protect my own life—I couldn’t hand the knife to someone else.
After sleepless nights of agonizing over it, I finally made my decision.
‘I’ll prevent the war.’
It was an apologetic thought to voice before the Emperor of the Kalua Empire, whose lifelong ambition was territorial expansion, but for the sake of my peaceful life, I had to protect the Arwen Empire.
If war could be avoided, so much would change.
First, the Brelrop family wouldn’t be annihilated, ensuring they’d continue sheltering me, and Askan—the enemy general—would never find himself in a position to kill me.
Tanasia, who despite countless misdeeds had only been socially ostracized and remained physically unharmed, lost her life solely because her nation became a defeated one.
‘Yes. This was the way. I just thought of it, but it’s truly brilliant.’
Moreover, unlike in the novel, if I kept Askan from being recaptured and dragged back to that laboratory, the Kalua Empire might fail entirely in their human weapon experiments.
Even if they succeeded by sheer chance, it would inevitably take an immeasurably longer time—Askan played a crucial role in the success of those experiments.
If, in the meantime, I could devise countermeasures against human weapons, the war itself might never happen at all.
If things went according to my plan, not only I, but even Askan himself would avoid becoming a monster consumed by hollowed-out emotions and the primal instinct to destroy everything.
This was truly a win-win situation—a rare stroke of fortune where everyone benefited.
At last, my path forward was clear. As if waiting for me, another door opened the moment I greeted the morning after a night of deep contemplation.
It was news that Ollande, who had been away from the estate due to pressing business, was finally returning.
Ollande Kanel Brelrop.
He was the head of the Marquis Brelrop household and, at this moment, my father.
With his sharp intellect, cool-headed demeanor, and exceptional business acumen, he was virtually the sole architect behind the Brelrop family’s current status.
Externally and internally, he was regarded as someone so unyielding that even if pricked, not a drop of blood would spill—yet he had one singular weakness.
And I knew exactly what it was.
‘How strange.’
As far as I knew, Ollande never arranged family meals unless it was a special occasion—but today, unexpectedly, he’d sent someone to request that the entire family gather for dinner.
‘According to the book, he was supposed to be so busy with business around this time that the family rarely even saw each other…’
I wanted to decipher Ollande’s intentions, but at the moment, I had no means to do so.
Time passed until the clock in my room precisely struck seven in the evening—the appointed hour for dinner.
Knock, knock. A maid’s voice accompanied the gentle tapping at my door.
“Miss, it’s time to head to the dining room.”
This punctuality—like clockwork—was undoubtedly a reflection of Ollande’s personality as the household head.
“I understand. I’ll be right out.”
I rose from my seat as I spoke.
Though the sudden dinner invitation struck me as odd, I had no intention of skipping the family meal. After all, securing my position firmly within the Brelrop family was crucial to my plan to avert the war.
‘…I hope they won’t notice anything.’
I’d briefly crossed paths with Noxia before, but this would be my first meeting with Ollande, my father.
Although I knew everything about the Brelrop family from the novel, actually facing the family formally still made me inexplicably nervous.
When I opened the dining room door—reminiscent of an entire high-end restaurant transplanted intact—I saw Ollande and Noxia already seated.
I thought I’d arrived precisely on time, but it seemed I was last.
“You arrived before me.”
I greeted them as calmly as possible and walked toward Ollande’s right side. Naturally, a triangular seating arrangement formed: Ollande at the head, me to his right, and Noxia to his left.
I’d formed a rough impression of Ollande’s appearance from the book, but seeing him in person elicited a fresh wave of admiration.
Though past forty, his sculpted features and sensual physique made him appear unmistakably like a stunningly handsome man in his thirties.
Nobles typically married for political reasons and had children early, yet even considering I was only fifteen, my father was ridiculously, almost unfairly, handsome.
I was still staring, mesmerized by Ollande’s shimmering silver hair, when—
Sensing my gaze, he turned his head.
The moment our eyes met—
“…Ugh!”
A sudden, sharp headache struck me, and fragmented memories belonging to Tanasia flashed through my mind.
I saw my much smaller self toddling toward Ollande before nestling into his arms.
“Daddy~!”
He effortlessly lifted me up high toward the sky.
The joy and fulfillment I felt at that moment were so vivid it felt as if I’d truly lived it myself.
This wasn’t just something I’d read about in a book—it was Tanasia’s actual memory, and I was experiencing it as if it were my own.
“Are you unwell?”
I shook my head vigorously, snapping back to my senses at the sound of Ollande’s voice.
There was no way I could explain this situation to anyone.
“Ah, no. I just had a sudden headache, but it’s fine now.”
Ollande’s piercingly blue eyes scrutinized me with concern.
Strangely, his gaze didn’t feel unfamiliar. Ever since Tanasia’s memories surfaced, I’d felt an odd sense of familiarity toward Ollande.
Caught off guard by this bizarre occurrence, my immediate priority was escaping Ollande’s intense stare.
‘He might notice something’s off.’
I scrambled to think of a topic to shift the conversation.
Unexpectedly, Ollande spoke first.
“Tanasia.”
“Yes?”
“I’ve prepared a gift for you.”
“A… gift?”
Why a gift all of a sudden?
His completely unforeseen words left me wide-eyed in surprise.
Without a word, Ollande gestured lightly to the steward standing behind him. Taking this as a signal, the steward produced a hidden jewelry box.
Inside the box opened before me lay a matching set of ruby-red diamond earrings and a necklace.
They glittered so brilliantly their value was obvious at a glance.
“This is…?”
“I felt uneasy having gifted only Noxia a warhorse last time, so I prepared a separate gift for you. I hope you like it.”
My jaw nearly dropped.
Now that I recalled—it was precisely because Ollande had gifted only Noxia the warhorse that Tanasia, resentful, had gone practicing horseback riding and ended up in an accident.
Though I, not Tanasia, had awakened after that accident.
Suppressing my bewildered emotions, I looked at Ollande as calmly as possible and said,
“This is a gift I never expected. Thank you, Father.”
Beside me, Noxia smiled warmly as if congratulating me.
“It’s absolutely beautiful. I’m sure it’ll suit you wonderfully, sister.”
Truly, she was the protagonist of the novel . Her praise was utterly genuine, devoid of even a hint of envy or jealousy.
“From now on, I intend to give fair gifts to each of you without leaving anyone out. I also plan to host more frequent family gatherings like tonight.”
“Waaah! If we’ll have gatherings like this often, I’m so happy, Father!”
What? Had his mindset changed somehow?
I couldn’t fathom why Ollande suddenly wanted to hold such gatherings regularly. Moreover, Noxia seemed genuinely delighted by the idea.
Suddenly, I realized Noxia across from me was staring at me with an almost unnervingly bright, sparkling gaze.
It triggered a sense of déjà vu—just like last time, when she’d looked at me that way after I’d spilled water on myself.
But I couldn’t dwell on it further.
“Now that I think about it, the royal palace is hosting a ball soon for Crown Prince Shusain’s birthday. This set would be perfect to wear there.”
Hearing Noxia’s words, it dawned on me that Ollande had likely chosen this diamond set with the upcoming ball in mind.
He probably hoped I’d be the center of attention at that event.
‘Wait a minute—Crown Prince’s birthday?’
Roel di Frenz Arwen.
He was the Crown Prince of the Arwen Empire and the true male lead of .
A sudden realization hit me like a bolt of lightning.
It was Roel and Noxia’s first meeting.
They met for the first time at the royal ball held for Roel’s birthday.
From that moment, mutual affection blossomed between them, eventually leading to love once they came of age.
Though the main plot was still far off, the foundational framework was already firmly unfolding.
Calculating the timeline, their first encounter was undoubtedly at the very ball about to be held.
‘What if Noxia and Crown Prince Roel’s relationship progresses smoothly without any obstacles?’
The novel featured numerous male leads due to its central theme of rivalries.
Yet, the only man Noxia ever truly held in her heart was Roel—no one else.
In the original story, I was the jealous rival scheming to tear them apart, but that wasn’t my role anymore.
I had no interest in pursuing a man who didn’t love me, let alone stealing my own sister’s romantic interest from among so many men.
The more I thought about it, the more advantageous it seemed to bring them together quickly.
If Crown Prince Roel married Noxia, the Brelrop family would naturally forge a strong bond with the royal family—potentially aiding my efforts to prevent the war.
‘Ohoho, not bad at all.’
If I could help the protagonist Noxia achieve her love while simultaneously moving one step closer to averting war with the Kalua Empire, there was no reason to hesitate.
I set down the fork and knife I’d been holding and looked earnestly at Noxia.
“How about I lend you this diamond set?”
“Huh?”
Startled by my sudden offer, Noxia stared at me with widened eyes.
It wasn’t just her—Ollande, who’d been eating quietly, also looked visibly surprised by my unexpected words.
This wasn’t a random suggestion. In the original story, I’d schemed to make Noxia attend the ball in a shabby dress.
Later, Noxia regretted meeting Crown Prince Roel in such an unflattering outfit.
Since I had no intention of tormenting her now, that wouldn’t happen—but if I was going to help anyway, might as well make her look absolutely stunning.
Noxia quickly recovered and hurriedly waved both hands, flustered.
“No! I only meant it suited you well—not that I wanted it for myself!”
“You misunderstood. I simply think you’d look even better wearing it to the upcoming royal ball than I would.”
I could practically feel even the nearby maids staring at me with disbelief.
Once again, I wondered just how people perceived me—but given that Tanasia was the novel’s villainess, I decided to accept it.
“I appreciate the thought, but I really couldn’t possibly…”
“No need to refuse. I’m certain it’ll suit you wonderfully too.”
I didn’t particularly want to be the star of the ball. There was no one there whose attention I wished to capture.
Looking farther ahead, it was far more beneficial to ensure Noxia made a perfect impression at her first meeting with Crown Prince Roel.
“Have you chosen your dress for the royal ball yet? If you’re okay with it, how about I pick one that matches these red diamonds for you?”
“Sister…”
Noxia gazed at me with eyes brimming with emotion.
Though my choice served my own purposes, from her perspective, it clearly meant something else entirely.
Ollande, who’d been silently listening to our exchange, chuckled softly.
“You two seem to get along far better than I’d imagined.”
Though things were unfolding differently from my expectations, it was too late to turn back now.
Ollande gestured to the steward behind him and gave a quiet order.
“Prepare another identical diamond set—exactly like the one gifted to Tanasia.”
“Yes, milord.”
Huh? Was it really going to play out like this?
“No need to offer yours to each other. I’ll gift an identical set to Noxia as well.”
From Ollande’s perspective, my willingness to give up my newly received gift for my sister must have seemed admirable.
I felt oddly flustered—this wasn’t my intention, yet I’d unintentionally played the role of the considerate older sister.
As I awkwardly scratched my cheek, Ollande turned to me and said,
“I understand you care for your sister, but don’t be too self-sacrificing. You must learn to value your own needs too.”
“Ah, it’s not that I—”
I wanted to explain myself, but no good words came to mind.
As I trailed off awkwardly, Noxia spoke up from across the table.
“You’ll really help me pick out my dress?”
Her excitement was unmistakable to anyone watching.
Ordinarily, one might expect her to dislike a sister who seemed to resent her, yet Noxia appeared genuinely thrilled at the prospect of shopping together.
Though this wasn’t quite how I’d envisioned it unfolding, I had no intention of refusing. After all, I had my own reasons for wanting Noxia and Crown Prince Roel’s meeting to be even more successful than in the novel.
Yes—if it meant preventing future war, what wouldn’t I do?
“Of course. As long as you want me to.”
“Waaah! I’m so excited! It’ll be wonderful having you help me choose my dress!”
Noxia looked absolutely overjoyed, practically bouncing in her seat.
Ollande watched her fondly. When our eyes accidentally met, he casually asked, as if inquiring after my well-being,
“Tanasia, I’ve heard from your tutor.”
I involuntarily held my breath.
Though his tone was light, his words carried significant weight.
‘Right—the tutor said she’d reveal my genius.’
I’d completely forgotten about it while preoccupied with survival plans.
Tanasia’s hidden genius had now been exposed—a detail even overlooked in the novel .
I couldn’t predict how Ollande, having just learned this, would react.
Only then did it dawn on me—the dinner gathering tonight might have been arranged precisely because of me.
“It’s just that…”
Should I preemptively apologize for hiding it all this time?
No—perhaps it’d be better to feign tears if Ollande scolded me first, softening his heart.
Just as my thoughts grew chaotic—
“It’s alright. You must have had your reasons.”
I was genuinely taken aback—never had I expected Ollande to let it go so easily.
Seeing my surprised expression, Ollande’s smile deepened. He looked astonishingly handsome—hard to believe he was the father of a fifteen-year-old girl.
“I don’t think it’s good to waste your talent, but I won’t disregard your wishes either. From now on, seriously consider your future path. I’ll do my best to support your decisions.”
There were many fields of study to choose from.
Even if I no longer intended to hide my genius, I’d need to carefully deliberate which direction to pursue among the countless options.
“Ah, yes. Once I’ve found my answer, I’ll be sure to tell you first.”
Ollande nodded, seemingly satisfied with my response.
Until now, the head chef had waited quietly in the background, careful not to interrupt. Now, he approached Ollande cautiously and asked,
“Shall I serve the main course?”
“Yes. We’ll continue our conversation over dinner.”
At Ollande’s permission, more dishes promptly appeared on the table as if they’d been waiting for this moment.
Recently, Ollande had realized something deeply unsettling.
The reaction of his retainers upon hearing of Tanasia’s accident had been entirely unexpected.
—“Lady Tanasia is injured? That’s terrible! Still, thank heavens it wasn’t Lady Noxia.”
It felt as if he’d been struck on the head with a blunt object.
Ollande couldn’t understand why his retainers would think that way.
—“What do you mean by that?”
—“Ah, my apologies. I suppose I instinctively spoke carelessly—Lady Noxia’s safety takes priority as the presumptive next head of the household.”
Ollande had never once named Noxia as his successor.
Yet seeing his retainers so firmly convinced that Noxia was the rightful heir, he realized something was profoundly wrong.
‘Could it be… my fault?’
He hadn’t intended it, but he’d always prioritized Noxia.
There was no particular reason—he’d simply perceived Noxia, the younger twin, as more childlike than Tanasia, the elder sister.
Since Tanasia had never shown any sign of resentment, Ollande had vaguely assumed she understood his busy schedule.
Of course— in the novel , Tanasia always smiled before Ollande, no matter her private thoughts.
Consumed by her longing to be loved more than her sister Noxia, Tanasia had never once made a single request of Ollande.
‘I must be more careful from now on.’
In the novel, Ollande had similarly realized his failure to show equal affection to both daughters after hearing his retainers’ words.
If the story followed its original path, Tanasia would soon send someone to urge him to visit her bedside, and Ollande would rush over to comfort her, concluding the episode.
But then another event occurred.
Tutor Matella came forward, revealing Tanasia’s hidden talent.
—“In my eyes, Lady Tanasia is a once-in-three-hundred-years genius. It would be a terrible waste to leave her potential untapped. She needs proper education immediately…”
—“Why didn’t you report this earlier? You surely didn’t just notice today.”
Matella bowed her head apologetically under Ollande’s sharp rebuke.
—“I’m sorry. I’d suspected it vaguely, but Lady Tanasia concealed her genius so thoroughly that I couldn’t confirm it. I couldn’t report uncertain information to you—and most importantly, Lady Tanasia herself didn’t wish for it to be revealed.”
—“Why wouldn’t Tanasia want that?”
—“She seemed to desire nature-affinity abilities like Lady Noxia’s—those involving magic or spirits. If her intellectual brilliance became known, she feared she’d be steered away from that path.”
Ollande was speechless.
If Matella’s words were true, Tanasia’s reasoning was absurdly foolish.
Everyone was born with different talents—why had she insisted on mimicking Noxia?
Initially, he’d been furious.
He’d resolved to scold Tanasia harshly, ensuring she’d never entertain such foolish thoughts again.
Yet as time passed, his retainers’ cold reactions and the realization that Tanasia had lied to him weighed heavily on his heart.
‘That Tanasia would keep something like this a secret… Could it be that my prolonged absences have made her feel distant from me?’
Unlike in the original story where Ollande simply realized he’d neglected Tanasia, this time felt different.
The fact that his ever-obedient daughter had secretly carried such worries struck him as profoundly shocking.
Moreover…
One day. Two days. Three days.
Unlike in the novel, Tanasia sent no message urging him to visit her bedside.
Her sudden silence—so unlike her usual habit of constantly sharing news—only deepened his concern.
What had begun as a minor incident gradually coalesced into a memory of Charles’s final words.
Unconsciously, Ollande found himself staring at Charles’s photograph on his desk—the image of Charles beaming joyfully in the forest warmed his heart just by looking at it.
“I’m sorry, Charles. I promised to raise Tanasia and Noxia without envy, yet it seems I’ve been a lacking father.”
Ollande’s weakness.
It was none other than his late wife, Charles.
Ollande fell into deep thought. Then, as if reaching a decision, he murmured quietly into the empty air,
“Zen.”
As if summoned by his words, a man materialized abruptly in the previously empty space.
Had Tutor Matella witnessed this man’s sudden, soundless appearance, she might have fainted from shock.
“I suppose I’ll have to postpone tomorrow’s meeting.”
“Yes.”
“It’s been a while since we’ve had a proper family dinner. Inform the estate to let Tanasia and Noxia know.”
“Understood.”
The man called Zen vanished as silently as he’d appeared, without even a whisper.
Ollande paid it no mind—it was a familiar sight to him. He simply gazed at Charles’s photograph, his expression more serious than ever.
Unbeknownst to Tanasia, the original plot of was already shifting slightly—as if a tiny gear had slipped out of place.
When scheming men desperately battle for her favor in the male harem
This one’s also on my reread list! The rivalry, scheming between the men in the imperial harem are just as intense and thrilling as in classic palace drama novels, where concubines fight to the death. Give it a read, girls! I promise you won’t be disappointed.
Synopsis:
“I am not worthy of her… but I still want to be by her side, even if only as a loyal dog…”
Those were the painful whispers of Yue Guanyi – the proud Crown Prince of the Great Qi, who was torn between deep love and a guilty conscience. Despite holding the supreme power of the Imperial Guard, he still could not forget the dark past when he was sold into a brothel.
Fate played a cruel twist when Qiu Shuzhi – a young female official who had just passed the imperial examinations with top honors – stepped into his life. She did not know that she was the one who had saved him from a tragic fate many years ago. And now, her heart was the target of pursuit for both Yue Guanyi and the powerful Empress Dowager Qin Qing.
While Yue Guanyi only dared to silently care for and protect the one he loved from afar, the Empress Dowager Qin Qing openly expressed his feelings and did not hesitate to take advantage of his power to approach Qiu Shuzhi. The covert struggle between the two most powerful forces in the imperial court began…
Trigger warning: All men in this novel are yandere style.
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