The Villainess is Raising the Male Protagonist - Chapter 11

“Now, it’s time to fall asleep.”

“What…”

She dropped her head helplessly as it was—she felt like she was being hugged. It was strangely warm and cold.

She had a long dream. She walked endlessly in a place surrounded by darkness and couldn’t see anything. She could feel a gaze staring at her in the dark.

“I don’t feel good.”

The annoyance soared. She screamed, but it didn’t work. She was so exhausted that she sat down in the dark.

“Ugh.”

Her head throbbed, and she struggled to get up.

She didn’t like feeling heavy. She felt like she kept sinking, and she wanted to get up as soon as possible.

“Where is this?”

It was a strange place. Not her room. Wait, wasn’t she riding Douglas’ wagon? So this was his castle?

She got out of bed, took a breath, and stood up to look around. It was a room with no splendor or colors with vitality different from her room. It was empty, with nothing but essential things.

She was dizzy and held on to the wall for a long time. In the end, what Grand Duke said to her came to mind.

‘It’s time to fall asleep.’

She bit her lips. She could feel the taste of blood.

Whatever he did to her, she couldn’t tolerate this situation.

‘How dare he, to me?’

She was a Princess. No matter how powerful the Grand Duke was, she was the only Princess in this country. He should not have treated her like this.

Was he saying that a villain was still a villain? Then she had to show him, too.

What she threw whatever came to her sight. The erected table, chairs, and anything else were all knocked down.

Crash!

It was a curtain attached to the bed to the sound of the mirror breaking,  everything in the room was dug up. The room was a mess itself.

She was tired, so she stopped to breathe. She’s still angry. She had to know what he did to her and why she was lying here without even remembering.

Squeak.

The door opened. She sat on the bed and saw the face of the person who came in quietly. As if he didn’t care about the situation in front of him, he straightened a chair and sat facing her.

“Are you up?”

“As you can see.”

“I guess you didn’t like your room.”

She also doesn’t have to have manners because she’s not polite. She was the one above him.

She didn’t like his cheeky smile as if he knew everything. She still didn’t know when the corner of his rolled mouth would come down.

What was so enjoyable was that the eyes of the Grand Duke looking at her were bent.

As she got up from her seat and approached Arthur, she immediately raised her hand and slapped him.

Phat!

“I can’t like it.”

“I’ll change rooms for you.”

“What did you do to me?”

She asked in a cold, frozen voice. Arthur twisted his head and turned it toward her.

His eyes, as empty as hers, sank heavily.

“I just brought you safely.”

“Really? Then you can tell the Empire as it is.”

“Do whatever you want. But they’ll have to know where the Princess is.”

Unlike before, Arthur’s voice stood up. She felt the flow of airflow surrounding him changing.

It got chilly. She glared at him with a twitch.

He was intimidating, but she had nothing to fear because she would die no matter what.

“Do whatever you want because I’m going to die anyway. You know that, right, Grand Duke?”

She laid down on the bed. She didn’t forget to giggle and laugh. This colorless space was not inadequate either. No, it was somewhat familiar.

She saw Arthur’s eyes looking at her. Even with her actions, he still didn’t smile.

“You came here for a purpose, right? You have to cooperate to get what you want.”

Arthur’s words sounded like sweet temptation. The strange voice that she couldn’t refuse soon raised herself up.

Breaking the engagement was not difficult because she’s a Princess.

But what she wanted was to break the engagement to give Gray pain and frustration.

“Did such a person bring me like this?”

“I’ll explain it one by one.”

Arthur didn’t answer her anymore. He looked at the table lying on the floor and soon got up from the chair, took the paper out of his arms, and handed it over.

The letter ‘contract’ was written along with a lot of writing on parchment paper.

“Contract?”

“It’s the terms and conditions I want.”

A cold sword in his waist caught her eye. Why does he have to wear a sword in his own place?