Even Though I’m the Villainess, I’ll Become the Heroine! - Chapter 2

“You’re here, Father.”

Dahlia hurriedly ran to his front. Count Videl laughed as he touched his moustache.

“I’ve been looking for you for a long time. I asked you to come to the reception room, why are you in the library?”

“I stopped by because I had a book to find. What’s the matter?”

He brought up a thunderbolt before Dahlia could sweep down her startled chest.

“What do you mean, I brought your sister. I told you last time, right?”

Dahlia’s eyes flashed.

Finally, the real heroine of this novel appeared.

“Has she arrived at the mansion?”

I imagined the face of the main protagonist and got lost in my head.

I didn’t remember the whole story.

Still, I couldn’t forget the appearance of the princess, who appeared repeatedly.

“I wanted to let you meet her in the reception room because I thought it would be nice to say hello first.”

Count Videl brought out an unexpected remark. Dahlia was stunned and hardened.

“You mean you brought her here? So where is she now?”

Count Videl nodded and looked back.

“Come on, come in this way.”

The sound of shoes echoed over the wide-open door.

The first thing she saw was a neat, plain green dress and Mary Jane shoes that appeared below it.

A small ribbon hung over the round brown-nosed shoes.

The shoes had all kinds of decorations, and they were clearly different from Dahlia’s shoes.

“Dahlia, this is Florre. Your younger sister, who’s going to use the Margaret’s last name from now on.”

The woman, who approached Count Videl’s side, raised her head with a shy face.

Dahlia took a deep breath and greeted the real protagonist of the story.

Dark brown hair like black tea and feverish chestnut-colored eyes.

She is so thin and clear-cut as if she would fly away even if the wind blows.

A voice sweet like honey, a soft touch like a bird’s wings.

She was as gentle and calm as she was described in the novel.

“Florre was living at the Western Galleria Farm. There are many things she doesn’t know about the life or manners of the nobleman, so please guide her well.”

Flore was born the only daughter of a commoner who was working in the Galleria Farm.

Her mother was a poet at an inn when she was a child, and had Florre while serving Count Videl, who had visited by chance.

She was a daughter, he did not even know existed until now because Count Videl was not meticulous enough to remember the one-night entertainment.

“Oh, hello. My name is Florre. Please take good care of me, Lady Dahlia.”

Florre, who lived as a commoner only a few days ago, naturally used honorific titles.

Dahlia looked at her appearance quietly.

If Florre was the main character anyway, she didn’t have to be harsh because she was so violent in the original. On the contrary, it might be better to help her get along with the male lead after being nice to her.

“Hi, Florre. You can call me sister.”

Therefore, Dahlia chose a different dialog than the original one.

As she carefully extended her hand and smiled, satisfaction came Count Videl’s face.

It was because Dahlia, who was his daughter, was vicious and prideful, he was inwardly worried about how she would receive Florre.

“Ah…. “

Florre hesitantly smiled at the greeting.

Florre’s hand, stretched out into the air, wandered without catching Dahlia.

Only then did Dahlia recall the setting that Florre Margaret had poor eyesight due to a chronic disease.

It was a symptom of fog in the field of vision.

“My hand is here.”

She smiled kindly and held Florre’s hand and asked for a handshake.

Florre also smiled, closing her eyes in a straight way to express gratitude.

It was the moment when the first meeting was about to end in such harmonious and gentle manner.

“……Huh?”

Dahlia’s gaze was momentarily fixed onto Florre’s sleeve.

Her beautiful face was suddenly distorted by shock.

She couldn’t recognize it at first as it was a completely different look and voice.

However, there was a scar on the back of Florre’s hand that only Dahlia could notice.

It was a scar that she left on the back of her hand a long time ago when she fought against Lee Su-yeon.

“What… is this?”

Dahlia unable to hide her trembling voice, blurted it out.

Florre, who smiling while shaking her hands, tilted her head.

“Yes?”

“There’s a scar, are you hurt?”

The moment she mentioned the scar, her smile, which was like an angel, disappeared without a sound.1

Florre was cold-faced and took away her hand. Her expressionless face was as dull as a mask.

“Oh, this is…..”

But that was only for a short time. Florre smiled awkwardly and replied as if nothing happened.

“It was a wound in the past, but it left a scar behind. It looked so bad that I was covering it with a sleeve.”

Of course, in Dahlia’s ears it was not seen as a normal reason.

“How did you get hurt?”

A cold intuition flowed. Dahlia instinctively began to doubt Florre in front of her.

‘So it turns out, Florre was supposed to meet me later in the original. Why did you meet me so suddenly?’

She recalled the original story gradually, mixed up in confusion.

In the original work, Florre was not brought to the library by her father’s hand.

Obviously, they had a proper meeting in the reception room, but they weren’t dressed up as ordinary people.

Only then did Dahlia feel that something was going wrong.

“Why do you ask that?”

Sure enough, Florre even said words that she would never say in the original.

“Is it strange as an older sister to wonder about her sister’s wounds?”

Dahlia hid her doubts that had begun to bloom and forced her lips up.

Count Videl, who was listening to the conversation by his side, also raised his eyes when he found something he did not like.

“Your way of speaking is impudent.”

Florre’s face stiffened with a heavy and firm remark.

“No matter how much you grew up among the common people….”

The treatment of Dahlia, who was reputed to be a beautiful and elegant lady, and Florre, who grew up as a commoner, could not have been the same.

At the statement of Count Videl, Florre flinched and gave a wistful look.

The drooping shoulder and brown hair reminded her of an abandoned dog.

“To be honest, in the past…..”

Florre had no choice but to confess the story she had been forced to hide.

“I once got stabbed in the back of my hand while arguing with a friend. This is the scar that was left behind.”

Immediately, Dahlia’s eyes widened. It was just a story that she couldn’t let go of.

“I apologize for answering so impudently because I was embarrassed. I can’t see anything, so when someone suddenly touches me….. I get scared.”

Florre wiped away the tears that had not formed, pretending to be his wife, and stamped the edges of her eyes with her sleeves.

Count Videl coughed out in vain at the reaction of Florre, who bowed her head.

On the other hand, Dahlia bit her lips with a sharper and more terrifying face than before.

‘I wasn’t wrong.’

It was because one hypothesis was confirmed by the recent attitude and the scar on the back of her hand.

The hypothesis that Lee Su-yeon might have reincarnated as Florre in front of her.

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Come to think of it, it was an obvious and simple hypothesis.

Just as Cha Min-joo was reincarnated as Dahlia in the novel, the same could’ve been for Lee Su-yeon.

It was also a more plausible hypothesis because the two died together at the same time.

‘But this is too much!’

Dahlia entered the room alone and locked the door.

The hard-bitten lips were red and plump.

It was just as if a big bell had fallen over her head.

“I still feel like I’m going to die of injustice, and now you’ve been pretending to be clean as if you’ve forgotten everything?”

Lee Su-yeon imitates the behavior of Florre, forgetting all the bad deeds of her previous life.

Even being a heroine, waiting for a happy future.

It was difficult for Dahlia to admit that fact without a hitch.

Fortunately, Florre had poor eyesight.

Thanks to that, she didn’t recognize Dahlia at all.

“If I were careful to not expose the scar on the back of my hand, I can fool you like shit.”

Dahlia lowered her sleeve and hid the wound in the same position as Florre.

She too, had a different appearance from her previous life, so there would be no way to recognize her.

“If I stay calm… it will flow like the original story.”

Ever since she came into this world, she’s thought about it everyday.

To live a good life. To live happily. She didn’t have any of those futures.

‘If the opportunity comes, I will end my second life faithfully only for revenge.’

‘If I can, I will sweetly accept the role of villain Dahlia.’

God might have listened to her earnest prayer.

‘Now is that chance.’

Unexpectedly, Lee Su-yeon took part in the stage.

As long as she was on stage, she could not come down from the platform unless the story was headed to the end.

“How can I change my development?”

Dahlia looked down at the empty teacup on the table with a nervous face.

She didn’t intend to sit still and watch the story flow according to the original novel.

Somehow she had to dig a hole in the gap.

To hit the back of Florre’s head, who will be busy adapting without knowing anything.

‘But how?’

Dahlia stood up and approached the desk.

There were parchment paper and pens neatly laid out in the corner of the desk.

She opened the parchment and began to write calmly with a pen.

It was about a few events that she remembered clearly from the original work in her head.

“Will there be a debutant dance for the time being? Because that was the beginning of the story.”

A few days later, the debutant was to be held at the Imperial Palace.

According to the original prologue, Florre meets the male lead, the Emperor, there.

‘Shall we stop Florre from meeting the Emperor?’

Since she’d become the villain, there was nothing more she couldn’t do.

It was a good way to persuade my father to stop Florre from going to the ball.

“The problem is the Emperor and the Grand Duke.”

Dahlia, frowning, wrote the names of different men on the parchment.

Noel Hartor Cervian.
Johann Descartes Cervian.

Noel was the Emperor, and Johann was his brother and the Grand Duke.

‘Everyone, here and there are from the soybean flour family.’

(Note: Soybean flour family means a broken/dysfunctional family)

Dahlia thought it was funny, so she stomped her foot.

Dahlia and Florre are half-sisters, Noel and Johann are half-brothers.

Perhaps because it was a novel, the family tree was heated in Jung-gu District.

(Note: Jung-gu is the name of a district in Seoul)

“Noel, the Emperor, was supposed to meet Florre for the first time at the ball.”

That was the first meeting between the two main characters.

Noel becomes interested in the pure and honest figure of Florre.

The story of Florre, who figures out his qualities of a tyrant, was also going to slowly influence Noel as the story progressed.

“Who’s gonna let it flow like that?”

Dahlia crumpled the paper while recalling the original story, which was dotted with cliche.

She had to stop Florre from going to the ball at all costs.