[Full] The Villainess Just Wants to Live Quietly! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
Askan woke up at dawn, as he always did.
Opening his eyes, he saw his room deeply shrouded in darkness, as no lamp had been lit, and not a single sound reached his ears from around him.
Wiping his forehead from the sensation of something trickling down, he found it soaked with sweat.
Only then did he realize—he was drenched in cold sweat from head to toe.
There was only one reason he couldn’t sleep soundly: ever since escaping the laboratory, he had been having the same dream every night.
In the dream, no matter where Askan hid, the lab personnel would find him with uncanny precision and hunt him down.
Inside the dream, he ran frantically, endlessly, trying to escape the lab people.
He fled with every ounce of his strength, desperate not to be caught, yet they clung to him like shadows—nothing he did could shake them off.
When his breath reached his throat and his heart tightened painfully enough that he thought it must be enough, he’d turn back only to inevitably find himself seized by their hands.
It felt like an inescapable yoke.
A truly dreadful nightmare.
Though he had the same dream every night, once he actually fell asleep, he never remembered it wasn’t real.
Askan remained completely still in the position he’d woken up in. He was so motionless that, had anyone seen him, they might have mistaken him for a mannequin.
Only when faint sunlight began streaming through the window did he finally rise from his place.
The new quarters assigned to Askan after becoming Tanasia’s attendant were an extremely basic room.
It had a small window and only the most essential furniture needed for daily life.
The room felt starkly uninhabited, as if no one lived there, since nothing but necessities had been brought inside, yet overall it gave a tidy impression.
It was a dramatically different environment compared to before—his previous shared dormitory had been wallpapered with mold, constantly damp, and perpetually stunk of an unidentifiable foul odor.
After getting up from bed, he washed quickly and put on the clothes Tanasia had given him.
He didn’t deliberate over what to wear—he simply took the first outfit he saw.
Having finished preparing, Askan’s eyes fell upon a shabby set of clothes tucked away in a corner of the wardrobe—the very clothes he’d worn before Tanasia had gifted him new ones.
An ordinary person might have thrown away such ragged old garments upon receiving new clothes, but Askan had never once considered discarding them.
‘Just in case Lady Tanasia’s whim ends someday… I’ll have to return to my original place.’
People were fickle—often reaching out first, only to cast you aside as if nothing had happened once they grew tired of you.
He expected nothing from anyone.
─“My family owns many villas—how about taking some time off to visit one? Just tell me your preference, the sea or the mountains. Actually, no need to choose—let’s just visit both.”
It was simply astonishing to hear someone talk about a future he’d never even imagined.
─“Do you know how to swim? If not, I’ll teach you—it’s really not that hard. Why do you look so surprised? Life’s meant to be enjoyed moderately. What’s so strange about that?”
Every word she spoke presented choices he’d never even contemplated.
─“From now on, I’m starting a project to live happily and enjoy life for as long as I can. If you’d like, you can join me too.”
Most incomprehensible of all was that she genuinely wished for his happiness.
He’d never expected someone else to utter the word “happiness”—a concept he himself had never dared to entertain.
Why on earth?
Just in case, he asked if there was a price to pay for her kindness, but she replied that she expected nothing in return.
After hearing that, Askan steeled his resolve even more.
Kindness without cost could never last long.
‘Forget it. No need to wonder what Lady Tanasia’s really plotting.’
Tanasia had discovered his true identity.
From that moment on, Askan had been scheming to escape the Brelrop household.
It was nearly impossible for pursuers dispatched by the Kalua Empire to search through the Arwen Empire’s prestigious Brelrop mansion.
He was hiding here only because he currently judged it the safest place.
As soon as he secured the funds needed for travel and confirmed a safe destination, he intended to seize an opportune moment to leave.
‘Just hold on until then.’
From the moment he entered this room, he had brought in no personal belongings and hadn’t discarded his old clothes.
It meant he was always ready to return to how things were before.
Thud. Askan briefly stared at the shabby clothes, then closed the wardrobe door.
Askan was on his way to Tanasia’s room when—
“Heya! Look who it is. Your luck’s turned, huh?”
Askan knew those words were directed at him. Ever since becoming Tanasia’s attendant, he’d heard them constantly.
He naturally halted and looked toward the voice’s origin, where familiar faces appeared.
Two men he’d once shared a room with. Both, like him, had been slaves and had labored alongside him under harsh conditions.
“Guess you don’t even plan to greet us anymore?”
It was understandable they’d gone unnoticed—they stood in his blind spot. But he had no intention of correcting or arguing about it.
Askan bowed his head politely as they wanted, then turned to take a few steps away—when suddenly—
Whack!
Something blunt slammed into the back of his head.
When he turned, he saw a tool dropped right behind him, held moments earlier by one of the slaves.
Apparently, the slave had thrown the tool at him.
Touching the spot where something trickled down, he found blood on his fingers.
Perhaps it was fortunate his body hadn’t reflexively hardened like steel—should he say?
“Arrogant brat!”
“Hey, hey—what if he reports this to Lady Tanasia?”
“Go ahead and tell her! I’ll split your skull clean in two!”
“…”
Askan said nothing.
He only worried that the clothes Tanasia had bought him were now stained with blood.
Since he might have to return them someday, he’d intended to wear them carefully. Even if he later demanded compensation, they’d have nothing to give.
With a blank expression, Askan rubbed the bloodstain on his shirt and spoke.
“Next time, warn me beforehand if you plan something like this. Thanks to you, my clothes are ruined.”
“You’ve really got some nerve! Just because you’re wearing fancy clothes now, do you think you’re nobility?!”
Askan couldn’t pinpoint exactly what had angered the man more.
The man’s eyes burned red, ready to pounce on Askan at any moment, but his companion quickly held him back.
“Enough already. You know he’s always been weird.”
“You pretty-faced bastard! Do you really think this cushy life will last? Lady Tanasia will throw you away soon enough!”
It was a fact Askan already knew well—he didn’t need them to spell it out for him.
Suddenly, he recalled the researchers in their white lab coats, warning him in mechanical tones:
─“You’re a walking time bomb. If your emotions flare up, you could instantly wipe out everyone around you.”
In truth, once he released the power he kept suppressed, taking human lives would be as easy as crushing tofu.
The problem was he couldn’t control that power at will.
Once unleashed, he wouldn’t stop until he’d destroyed everything in sight, like someone high on drugs.
Therefore, losing emotional control was forbidden—he had to avoid unnecessary incidents that might reach the pursuers’ ears.
He wasn’t even angry over something so trivial, but if he did unleash his power, the consequences wouldn’t end as mildly as what they’d just done.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Askan turned to leave. Lingering longer would make him late for the time Tanasia had asked him to arrive.
Then, an unexpected voice came from behind.
“Who told you I’d ever abandon Askan?”
At the familiar voice, Askan unconsciously stopped walking.
Turning, he saw a girl with long black hair.
Her pale face contrasted sharply with her crimson lips—it was Tanasia.
Askan looked at her, bewildered, and asked,
“My lady, what are you doing here?”
“My schedule changed suddenly, so I came to find you. I didn’t expect to witness such an entertaining scene.”
Though Tanasia’s expression seemed unchanged from usual, Askan distinctly sensed irritation in her eyes.
At her unexpected appearance, the men’s faces turned ashen.
Understandably so—her single word could decide whether they lived or died.
“A-Ah, my lady, you see…”
The man who’d nearly lunged at Askan flustered, at a complete loss, when his companion quickly spoke up.
“We’re so sorry, my lady! Hurry up and apologize already!”
“I-I’m sorry!”
Tanasia watched their frantic apologies with icy eyes and asked,
“Do you even know what you did wrong?”
“Y-Yes! We were jealous that Askan became your attendant. We’re truly sorry.”
The previously angry man stammered his admission—whether sincere or not, it was the only thing he could say in this situation.
Tanasia stared at him for a moment, then pointed to her earring—a luxurious piece adorned with a blue sapphire.
“How much do you think this is worth?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected question, the man stammered nervously,
“I-It must be extremely valuable… since it belongs to you, my lady…”
“Right. Of course it is—because it’s mine. If you damaged it, how would you compensate me?”
“Oh, my lady! How could I possibly repay you for your earring? Even a lifetime of hard labor wouldn’t cover it!”
Hearing this, Tanasia pointed at Askan with her finger.
“What about Askan?”
“Huh?”
“He’s my attendant too.”
“W-Well…”
The man’s face instantly showed shock—he finally understood what Tanasia was implying.
“I value my attendant far more than a single earring. Yet you just harmed something that belongs to me. How do you plan to take responsibility?”
“I-I’ve committed an unforgivable crime!”
Realizing the situation too late, the man immediately threw himself flat on the floor.
An attendant’s authority stemmed from their closeness to their master. If Tanasia cherished Askan this much, the man might as well be dead already.
“Apologize to Askan first—before me.”
At Tanasia’s command, the man quickly turned and bowed deeply to Askan.
“I’m sorry! I acted in the heat of the moment—I never meant to hurt you seriously!”
Terrified, the man instantly burst into tears and snot.
Watching him, Tanasia spoke in a voice even colder than before.
“Let me be absolutely clear—I don’t have a very good temper. If you ever lay a hand on what’s mine again, you’ll regret it.”
“Y-Yes, my lady!”
“Disappear from my sight before I change my mind.”
Hearing this, the slave lifted his tear-streaked face, relief washing over him, and bowed repeatedly toward Tanasia in gratitude.
“Th-Th-thank you, my lady! I-I’ll never come near Askan again!”
Wiping his tears, he hurriedly fled the scene.
Askan simply stood expressionless. To an onlooker, he might seem entirely unconnected to the incident.
Tanasia watched the man scurry away, then turned her head.
“How’s the injury? Are you alright?”
“You didn’t need to intervene on my account.”
“You’re not even angry?”
“No. It’s nothing serious.”
“Hmm… I don’t understand. If it were me, I’d need to repay them several times over to feel satisfied…”
Tanasia trailed off thoughtfully, then gave a self-deprecating smile and murmured quietly,
“…Then again, it’s pretty ironic for me—the one who experimented on you—to say that.”
Tanasia slowly walked toward Askan. Spotting the wound on the back of his head, she scowled deeply and said,
“Let’s get you treated first.”
“I’m fine…”
“Didn’t you hear me earlier? You’re my attendant—my property. So don’t get hurt without my permission. That’s an order.”
“…Understood.”
“Has this kind of thing happened before without my knowing?”
Askan looked at Tanasia, puzzled by her suspicious gaze.
No one had ever cared about his injuries like this before. Tanasia was the first to suggest going for treatment simply because he’d been hurt.
For a fleeting moment, he felt oddly conflicted.
Then Tanasia strode ahead briskly and called back,
“I’ll interrogate you later—stop dawdling and follow me quickly. Let’s get that wound treated first.”
“A-Ah, yes. Understood.”
Askan halted his thoughts and followed Tanasia. Though the wound didn’t require treatment, he couldn’t disobey her command.
As Tanasia and Askan walked off, Noxia spotted them and waved enthusiastically, calling out as if demanding recognition.
“Sister!”
At the voice, Tanasia glanced briefly at Noxia.
“Finished getting ready already?”
“Yep! Shall we leave right away?”
Tanasia shook her head at Noxia’s words, then looked at Askan’s bleeding wound and said,
“Let’s go in a bit. My attendant’s been injured.”
“Oh! Now that you mention it, you’re bleeding! How did that happen? Are you badly hurt?”
Noxia’s blue eyes instantly filled with concern.
Askan felt uncomfortable under that gaze. More than anything, the sight of Tanasia and Noxia—the sisters famously known for their poor relationship—acting in unison felt strangely incongruous.
“Where are you headed, my lady?”
At Askan’s question, Tanasia nodded and replied,
“Nosia and I planned to pick out dresses together. Turns out the dressmaker just received some new arrivals.”
“Then please go without me. I can treat the wound on my own…”
“What are you talking about? Of course you’re coming with me.”
“But I doubt my presence will be of any help.”
“It’s not about the dressmaker. You have to attend the imperial ball with me.”
Askan didn’t immediately grasp her meaning. Seeing his puzzled expression, Tanasia chuckled softly and continued,
“Ever seen a needle move without its thread following?”
“You mean… I’m coming too?”
“Yes. Aren’t you curious? What an imperial ball is really like.”
Now that she mentioned it, he did feel a flicker of curiosity—but he’d never once imagined he’d ever attend such a place.
“I’ll show you this time. Since you’ll need an outfit for the ball, of course you have to come to the dressmaker’s too.”
“I…”
He was utterly at a loss for words.
Tanasia didn’t wait for his reply. Having stated her decision, she simply turned to Nosia for brief confirmation.
“Get in the carriage and wait. I’ll treat my attendant’s wound and join you right away—it won’t take long.”
“Okay, got it, sister.”
Noxia nodded obediently and smiled brightly. For some reason, she seemed exceptionally cheerful.
Having settled the matter, Tanasia grabbed Askan’s sleeve and set off briskly.
As he followed behind, Askan stared endlessly at Tanasia’s small, delicate hand clutching his sleeve.
He couldn’t quite explain why, but she felt completely different from the Tanasia who used to lash out at him with whips and cruelty.
Pushing aside this indescribable feeling, Askan quietly asked as he watched Tanasia’s back,
“Am I really allowed to attend such an important event?”
Without even turning around, Tanasia replied,
“Of course. Didn’t I say I’d teach you what it means to enjoy life? It’s simple—go to a nice place, enjoy delicious food, and have fun. You’ll probably feel better just watching!”
At the end, she glanced back slightly and gave Askan a faint smile. Her softly crinkled blue eyes left a strangely lingering impression.
People were fickle creatures—that’s why they couldn’t be trusted.
That belief hadn’t changed one bit.
Yet, in this very moment, he found himself unable to refute it.
Because for the first time, it wasn’t the oppressive silence born of class differences that intrigued him—it was the genuine world Tanasia was showing him that filled him with curiosity.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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Isn’t he is being cute, just let him be …ufff….