Chapter 30.2

SIDE STORY – Gloria Lupinus (2)

(Trigger Warning: Detailed depiction of murder—go to *** to skip)

That was why I cried every single day and screamed my head off. My maids practically died because of my incessant wailing, though.

Since I couldn’t speak well until I was two years old and would vomit back out whatever I ate and cried whenever I did anything, apparently everyone thought I was a bit dull in the head.

I could still remember vividly how the man I had to call my biological father was screaming at my mother for giving birth to something like me.

Wasn’t that a given, though? I’d just been stabbed to death by a crazy murderer. And may the b*st*rd who killed me get caught for his heinous crimes.

Well, after I turned three, I began learning things at a faster rate than anyone else, so my father, the Marquis, became relieved and canceled his divorce with my mother.

Growing up, I deeply missed my original home.

Of course, the house of Marquis Lupinus was one of the most prestigious families in the empire and Gloria was a tremendous beauty, so I’d really been born in a privileged position, but there was one huge defect that was big enough to offset everything: the fact that this was an enormously effed up family.

Actually, that was something I’d felt the moment I opened my eyes inside this baby’s body.

A father with a wandering eye and a mother who was always depressed because of it.

Thanks to my father’s affairs, I had two half-brothers under me.

When the mother of those two—also my father’s concubine—died, my brothers were almost kicked out of the estate without a single penny to their name but horrified as I was of this world’s values, I hounded my father and convinced my mother so that my half-brothers could be recognized as sons of the marquis. Children, after all, shouldn’t have to suffer.

My two younger brothers obeyed me very well and would sometimes look at me with envy in their eyes due to the attention our father gave me and every time they did, I would smile bitterly and pat them on their heads.

To our father, he was merely ‘investing’ in me as the head of the household and there was not a single trace of love for his own flesh and blood to be found there.

I still remembered how he’d muttered in dissatisfaction on why I turned out to be a girl out of all things when I was a mere baby.

The law prohibiting women from inheriting titles had disappeared after the Second Age and even now there were many families where women took their spot as heads of households. That had been a very outdated statement.

Even now, he took the lead in spoiling my mood by spouting high-and-mighty nonsense to me every day with his patriarchal attitude.

If I was being honest, there really wasn’t much I was missing out on. I, too, had never thought of the man I called father as anything other than a wallet that gave me money—no more, no less.

Affection was dependent on that individual’s actions—with the way he acted, how could I not hate him?

Especially when I was skeptical of considering even a normal and good person as a father.

It was only because I was a reincarnator with my priorities already straight that I turned out fine. If someone had been born straight into this kind of environment, they really could’ve turned out a bit off.

Though I didn’t mean to say that the original Gloria hadn’t done well. Perhaps I could go as far as to say that I could understand her actions from then a little more now.

Anyhow, here I was the eldest daughter of this dysfunctional family and was raised as its only heir.

I was a little unsatisfied with the conditions of this house, but there was one thing I found fortunate.

That being the fact that unlike other possessed, or reincarnated people, I did not need to try so hard to work off the original novel’s storylines.

Why was that? Because in Gloria’s case, all she got was a forced expulsion.

Sure, it was a disgrace, but that was all. It was much better than how the other villainesses met their ends in their novels. The power of money and position might have something to do with it.

How harsh could a punishment from an academy be anyways? The most they could do would be to expel someone, I suppose.

Once again, I felt really fortunate to have been reincarnated in an academy setting out of the huge variety of romance-fantasy novels.

If you looked at other novels, the finale of the villainess would be a death sentence, imprisonment, or something super hardcore like that.

But Gloria had been horrid in a different way from those other villainesses who spilled tea on dresses and attempted assassinations and were crazy about plots and conspiracies.

To think I was the perpetrator of school violence.

In terms of crime, it may be lighter than assassination attempts, but due to the nature of the crime, it was more realistic, and thus felt eviler. After all, in modern times at least, if you were sane you didn’t attempt to assassinate anyone.

Oh girl, why did you do that?

Looking at the graceful beauty reflected in the mirror, I clucked my tongue.

I, of course, had no intention of harassing the female lead, Flora.

No, actually, I did not have any direct interest in the male and female leads at all.

Since I’ve reincarnated, should I try seducing and dating the male lead?

No, no. Y’all, go get a life.

But that may have been because my favorite character in the original was neither the female lead, the male lead, nor even the villain.

It was the extra who had made occasional appearances in about two or so episodes.

Her name was Kaitlyn Blair, an underclassman from the same division as Noah Yurielle.

Although she was an antagonist with little substance, who clumsily bullied Flora because of her crush on Noah, her inner thoughts were explained to the readers in detail and as her rather cowardly and pathetic actions were kind of adorable, she had somewhat of a fan base.

The treatment she got became a little strange in the latter half of the novel—perhaps because the author was trying to make more money by coming up with more episodes—but she was like a garnish who appeared every now and then to spice things up.

The kid, in both jealousy and in her lame attempts at flirting, was so absurdly cute, you know, that I couldn’t help but develop a crush on her.

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