Märchen For A Villain - Chapter 7

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At that time, the Prince returned to the imperial palace and was lying on his bed, contemplating. The lips, which smiled kindly to everyone, were stiff while chewing the pipe.

 

“Isabelle Desar.”

 

He quietly muttered her name.

 

‘How dare you refuse me and choose Karl Bashke.’

 

The Prince hated the Grand Duke from an early age. Wasn’t he always deprived of the attention that should have been focused on him?

 

His mother, Empress Gwendoline, also looked at Karl more than she did to him.

 

Even though the Grand Duke was cursed with a terrible curse and had to float around the sea on a ship, the Prince was annoyed at the fact that there was still a crowd following him.

 

“What are you thinking ?”

 

A woman in a thin robe and sitting on the Prince’s body tilted her head.

 

Her name was Flute.

 

The illegitimate daughter of Viscount Hamel. She had an ability to control small animals by blowing the flute, and a slender figure.

 

This ability made her the Prince’s informant and an official concubine.

 

“Don’t ask anything useless, Flute.”

 

“But you’re not aroused. Because the Prince keeps thinking about something else.”

 

“Then get out of there.”

 

Without hesitation, the Prince pushed the woman aside and waved the bell.

 

The servant entered the room cautiously.

 

“I told you to prepare as a blonde woman today.”

 

“Lady Flute…… .”

 

The servant blushed and glanced at Flute.

 

Originally, Flute’s hair was light brown, but she dyed her hair blond.

 

“A woman who was born blonde, you idiot.”

 

‘How dare you mock me with such a fake.’

 

When the Prince was displeased as he pointed the pipe towards Flute, she bowed her head sadly.

 

“I’m sorry, Prince. I just dyed my hair because the Prince wanted blonde hair.”

 

“You are not what I wanted.”

 

He was still annoyed that the boat party went wrong.

 

The prince shook his head.

 

“Where is my brother?”

 

“The Crown Prince has not yet woken up since the accident.”

 

A boat party held by the Prince by inviting his brother, the Crown Prince.

 

‘I handed over the Crown Prince to the pirate I hired.’

 

It was said that the navy under Bashke rescued the Crown Prince safely.

 

After that, the tsunami came and he almost died. But it was fortunate that the Crown Prince was in a coma thanks to the poison used at the party.

 

‘D*mn it.’

 

‘It’s clear that Bashke noticed my plan in the first place and interfered with it.’

 

The early arrival of Karl Bashke’s ship to the coast of the Kingdom of Desar, where he had disappeared, was suspicious.

 

“I’m going to check on my brother’s condition.”

 

Then this dirty feeling will subside a bit.

 

The brother that the d*mn Bashke b*stard skillfully saved. The Prince smiled as he dressed neatly in the new shirt handed to him by his servant.

 

“Flute.”

 

“Yes, Prince.”

 

“Investigate Princess Isabelle Desar.”

 

“Princess…..?”

 

The Princess was blonde. Flute’s eyes, who had been pretending to be pitiful, became sharp in an instant.

 

Although the Prince could easily take a woman, there was no special request for information.

 

What kind of woman did he fall for?

 

“Are you interested in her?”

 

“Yes. She was the woman who should have been mine.”

 

“But?”

 

“Karl Bashke got her.”

 

It’s not bad. Wouldn’t it be more fun to get back what he lost?

 

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It’s been 10 days since the marriage contract was signed.

 

Snow approached and whispered to the Grand Duke, who was training his men on the warship.

 

“Is the princess still stuck inside the tower today?”

 

“Yeah, they say she doesn’t go out at all.”

 

The Princess, who said that she would spend a lot of money, did not leave the door for some reason. Meals were also served in the room.

 

“Is she sick?”

 

Then she would die before the wedding.

 

The Grand Duke frowned.

 

“According to the servants, she ate her meals and snacks well,  so she is in good health.”

 

“Then what’s the problem?”

 

“They said she sees things sometimes.”

 

“Things?”

 

“They say she sees a red-haired water ghost once in a while.”

 

“A water ghost?”

 

“Wouldn’t it be better to visit the Princess once?”

 

“Well. I don’t think she’ll die until the wedding.”

 

The Grand Duke turned his attention to the men training on deck.

 

‘The woman will die on the wedding night in three months anyway.’

 

It didn’t matter to him whether the Princess saw nothing or not. If he paid any attention, he was the only one who lost.

 

However, Grand Duke Karl Bashke later realized that it was a terrifying mistake.

 

A future that he would come and go like a dog with a single gesture of Isabelle was waiting for him.

 

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“Princess, aren’t you going out today?”

 

Verdel tidied up Isabelle’s hair who was lying around on the bed.

 

“Yeah. When I got money from the Grand Duke, I was going to spend a lot, but I don’t want to go out.”

 

“Are you uncomfortable somewhere?”

 

“It’s so comfortable that it’s uncomfortable.”

 

Isabelle raised her body up after saying a sweet talk.

 

The plate she had placed on the duvet rattled, and Verdel quickly set it aside. It was a sign that meals provided like room service were resolved on the bed.

 

“Wow, the view is amazing.”

 

A penthouse by the Han River wouldn’t be this good.

 

Through the large window, the backyard of the mansion and the sea could be seen.

 

If there was one downside to that perfect view.

 

“She’s looking here today.”

 

The Little Mermaid looks at the Grand Duke’s castle once in a while.

 

‘How can you follow me here from the sea of ​​the kingdom?’

 

It seemed that the Little Mermaid thought the Prince was here.

 

‘How could she follow a man without conscience so desperately like this?’

 

The Little Mermaid’s personality looked more gloomy than before.

 

“Princess, do you see that red-haired water ghost again?”

 

“Not a ghost, but a mermaid, Verdel.”

 

“Where in the world is a mermaid that only appears in fairy tales is here, Princess?”

 

‘My princess.’ Verdel mourned and combed Isabelle’s hair.

 

‘This is a fairy tale.’

 

Isabelle, unable to say those words, touched her stinging scalp.

 

“Verdel, if you comb my hair like that, all my hair will fall out.”

 

“I’m sorry, Princess.”

 

“Your hands are good with other things, why is it so rough with my hair?”

 

“I’ll be careful.”

 

Verdel murmured in a hoarse voice.

 

Isabelle smiled quickly, wondering if she was too harsh on her only maid. But Verdel only lowered her head, perhaps she was sacred.

 

It had been fifteen days since she came to the Grand Duke’s residence.

 

‘I must have been more tired than I thought.’

 

Isabelle rolled around on the bed today as well. How long has it been since she went out? She gave up counting while raising her fingers.

 

She thought that if she accepted her death, she would enjoy life more diligently than anyone else.

 

‘Who knew I would be so lazy.’

 

Of course, that didn’t mean she didn’t do anything at all.

 

“Princess, the masseuse is here.”

 

“Let her in.”

 

“What do you think of the novel you are reading now?”

 

“This one is good, Verdel. Keep looking for the next volume.”

 

Although the probability was rolled up, she really liked the sticky development.

 

Isabelle turned over the book she was reading to Verdel and lay down. Soon, the gentle touch of the masseuse relaxed the whole body, and the scent of oil mixed with flowers lingered around her.

 

‘Why do you need to work hard when you’re going to die soon?’

 

The last time she returned home, she heard the sound of the clock only once.

 

‘Perhaps this is a sign that this life is the last.’

 

‘Then, will I go to heaven in the end?’  After several deaths, Isabelle came to believe in an afterlife.

 

She didn’t know if the place she was going to go to would be heaven or hell, but why did it matter?

 

‘This is heaven.’

 

Isabelle closed her eyes with a satisfied expression as she was touched by the masseuse.

 

“How about the intensity, Princess?”

 

“Just right, keep going.”

 

“All right, go on.”

 

“You were small when I first saw you, but now you have gained quite a bit of weight.”

 

Actually, she gained some weight. Isabelle, who had just been eating and lying down, was stabbed in the heart and glanced at the masseuse.

 

Is it because of her sensitive appearance?

 

The masseuse’s expression, who understood the gaze, turned white.

 

“Ah, I meant you look better, Princess!”

 

The Princess had a very small waist, but was voluptuous elsewhere… ‘I was guilty of death. Whew!’

 

The masseuse suddenly fell on the floor and started begging Isabelle for her life.

 

‘Hey, you should keep doing what you’re doing. Why are you touching the floor with your precious hands that should help my blood circulation?’ Just as Isabelle was about to tell the masseuse to get up,

 

“Princess, the Grand Duke has arrived.”

 

She heard the news.

 

‘Wow, what’s the timing really?’

 

Her upper body was exposed without any threads, and she was lying on her stomach with a blanket covering her lower back. Isabelle quickly looked for the clothes, but couldn’t find them.

 

“Where are my clothes?”

 

Isabelle looked at the masseuse who was kneeling on the floor.

 

“Ah, I spilled the oil on it  a while ago, so I took it to the laundry room…..”

 

The masseuse, who was particularly nervous today, confessed that she had made a mistake while opening the oil cap.

 

She put the wet clothes outside without the Princess’ knowledge and waited for new ones, but this happened.

 

“Lord, please kill me, ugh!”

 

The door opened as the masseuse burst into tears, terrified.

 

The Grand Duke and his assistant Snow came in. Isabelle quickly pulled the blanket and covered her upper body.

 

“Princess, are you okay…… !”

 

‘You’re fine.’

 

Hmmm, Snow narrowed his eyes and looked at the situation and turned his back.

 

Whatever he saw, the tips of his ears were dyed bright red.

 

All the servants following him turned their backs and closed their eyes.

 

Only Grand Duke Karl Bashke did not stop walking.

 

‘What is it with that man? Even when I’m naked, you approach me without hesitation!’

 

Isabelle hugged the blanket that was covering her body tighter.

 

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