CH 6

There was a faint crackling sound and the window was slightly broken.

After figuring out that my ten fingers are still in there, I picked up the stick.

When I hit the cracked part with a stick, the crack spread like a spider’s web. And soon it was completely broken.

There was a loud noise just now… 

I was impatient because I wanted to become a capable and useful Cheria.

I picked up the glass shards that had spilled on the window and collected them by hand.

“Aww.”

The broken glass pierced through the gloves. But there is still much work to be done.

The wind soaking in from outside gave a positive signal.

I finished cleaning the evidence and looked down.

The terrace just below felt far away.

“You have to do it, Cheria. You can’t raise a child in a place like this.”

Staying locked up didn’t help either me or Kiverin at all.

I comforted myself and stepped out of the window.

I can do it!

… Actually I don’t really want to do it!

With loud sounds, I bumped into the floor of the terrace.

“Uh, uh…”

I’m not dead, I am?

I couldn’t even feel the pain because I was so nervous.

Purple hair caught in my hands.

I grabbed a chair and stood up and looked at the door.

The terrace was locked only with a simple latch. My hand was tingling as I unlatched the latch.

I wish I could open the front door like this.

“Ugh. No, now is the time to celebrate success.”

I ran straight to Kiverin.

I thought Kiverin would be happy to see the wide open terrace.

But Kiverin’s face was dark.

“I, I-I’m not happy.”

“…….”

“Miss Cheria…yo-you got hurt.”

I put on a bewildered look.

It seems that Kiverin didn’t know that my injuries were such a trivial matter compared to being able to breathe the fresh air.

“I’m okay. It doesn’t hurt that much.”

Kiverin glanced at my gloved hands.

I had no idea how much I was injured, as I was wearing mesh colored gloves alternately.

Still, I inadvertently tried to hide my hand behind my back, but Kiverin caught it quickly.

“Uh c-can I see it?”

“I will treat myself….”

“…….”

Tears welled up in Kiverin’s eyes.

I muttered, feeling guilty.

“… You can see it.”

Kiverin took off my gloves one by one.

I tried to hold back when the glass shards stuck in my gloves pricked my fingers, but Kiverin kept me from feeling the pain.

There was a squeaky sound, as if wet, as the gloves sank to the floor.

“…….”

My fingers twitched.

I was hurt more than I thought, so I was going to remove my hand so that Kiverin couldn’t see more, but Kiverin took some action first.

I thought it was an illusion to feel that the pain suddenly decreased.

However, the wound actually started to heal quickly.

At the same time, another scale appeared around Kiverin’s eyes.

I don’t know what it means, but it sounds like a very bad sign?!

“Young master, stop it—”

“It-it’s ok-okay.”

“…….”

Kiverin let go of my hand only after every tiny scratch had disappeared.

And he looked at me with sleepy eyes.

“I, I’ll sleep a little more…”

Not having the energy to go to the bedroom, Kiverin squatted down on the  railing.

Within seconds, Kiverin fell asleep.

After watching it, I went and sat down next to Kiverin.

Kiverin’s hand that was holding my hand remained the same.

Kiverin wasn’t the one who received my wounds.

He really cured it.

However, there was no mention of Kiverin having this ability in <The Villainess Only Wants The Money Path>.

It was magically difficult in the first place.

That’s why the Saint is great.

But why….

Maybe it’s a sign that I don’t know if it’s a god or a writer and my investment has not failed?

Does it mean that possession cannot be withdrawn, but investment success is guaranteed?

“Umm…”

When I read the novel, I didn’t know that the Duke of Nectarian had so many secrets.

Kiverin, who is a villain and has healing powers, and the Duchess are being harassed by the people of the temple.

I let Kiverin lean on my shoulder.

Hearing the sound of his breathing, I wiggled my hands.

“Thank you young-no.”

“……”

“Thank you, Kiverin.”

He won’t be able to hear me anyway, so is it okay if I call him by name?

I don’t want another scale on Kibrin’s face, so I’ll do my best not to get hurt in the future.

I stared at the sky to my heart’s content until Kiverin woke up.

*****

Early in the morning, the things I needed were delivered to the hall.

From large ladders to small inkwells.

I remembered the rookie knight who I  gave the paper.

It looks like he didn’t throw it away.

If they recognize my bad handwriting, it’ll be a big deal in the future.

But that kindness will only take half for the circumstances.

“I didn’t hear the front door open.”

I sighed.

There are no knights outside, so I have to be careful not to fall asleep too deeply.

There is no guarantee that whoever comes in through the front door will be as favorable to us as the knight.

First, I shared the ladder with Kiverin and went to the pantry.

Even though sweat poured down like rain when I took down the groceries from the shelves with a ladder, I felt refreshed.

The time spent in the study was beneficial, as well as eating well-seasoned food.

It turned out that Kiverin knew a lot of things besides reading and writing letters.

The reason Kiverin didn’t go to the library was because most of the books he was not interested in, because he had already read it all.  

It would be natural if it was the son of an ordinary noble family, but considering the situation Kiverin was in, I was puzzled.

“Did you have a tutor?”

“Most of them are what my mother taught me….”

As he said that, Kiverin smiled slightly.

Class time with the Duchess didn’t seem to bother me.

In <The Villainess Only Wants The Money Path>, the Duke and Duchess were only supporting characters who raised Kiverin into a villain.

The Duchess of Winter Nectarian had many readers outraged before her death.

This was because she openly ignored the heroine, especially at the imperial ball.

―Your sister came to me in rags, but you greased your face. Was the temple food right for you?

For Cheria, it was a positive word.

I recalled what happened a few days ago.

When I came to this mansion, I was wearing a dress I inherited from my sister.

It didn’t even fit my body, so it must have looked like rags to the Duchess’ eyes.

I asked Kiverin a question I should have asked at least once.

“The Duke and Duchess imprisoned the young master here, don’t you resent it?”

He replied, “It’s for me. For my sake. Because I’m sick….”

The same lines also appeared in <The Villainess Only Wants The Money Path>.

The Duke and Duchess had deceived Kiverin with those words and locked him in an empty mansion.

Actually, I wasn’t worried that Kiverin would get hurt, but I was worried that Kiverin would hurt people.

However, it was difficult to blindly believe in <The Villainess Only Wants The Money Path>.

Because they didn’t even describe Kiverin’s abilities at all, and now Kiverin seems to resent the temple more than the Duke and Duchess.

I fiddled with my clean hands with no injuries.

Should I say I’m glad that it made me realize with a mild taste that if you absolutely trust the information from the novel, I could be at a loss.

Perhaps there is another hidden story in the Duke’s family, which I thought was the worst.

Kiverin wouldn’t have brought it up for nothing to say that the temple people purposely harass the Duchess.

The time spent alone with Kiverin in the mansion passed slowly.

When we stopped talking, the mansion became as quiet as time stopped.

I looked out the window while Kiverin was dozing off.

The scenery was lovely. I could see the trees and the lake, and there were no other mansions.

But it was outside the capital.

This mansion, where you can enjoy the beautiful scenery, must have been several times more expensive than the Count of Mayall mansion.

My dress the Duchess offered me was luxurious.

I put my hand on Kiverin’s burnt hand, thinking I’ll keep an eye on the Duchess next time she visits.

Kiverin flinched as if he had escaped from sleep in an instant.

“Can’t young master hands be healed with the power that healed me?”

“I, uh, I don’t know how I did it.”

Kiverin shook his head.