The Villainess Will Leave Without Any Regrets - Chapter 113

When she opened the box, the reason Abella entered the palace today was beautifully packaged. The amethyst reflected in the sunlight was glistening.

Abella ran her finger across the cold surface.

It feels like her complicated brain is cooling off.

Lorelia secretly called Abella last night and told her not to offend the ‘tradition’ by adding more strangers to the mansion. Did she know that it was not Abella who was offending the tradition?

Lorelia seemed to be very envious of Lyla becoming the emperor’s mistress. Thanks to that, Chloe was attracting power these days.

She said to Abella, ‘Why don’t you stop doing useless things and choose to be favored by His Majesty the Emperor? Wouldn’t that help Simon’s future?’ Lorelia acted like an impatient person as she couldn’t scratch Abella.

Abella glanced at the magic stone and the ornaments.

All of this felt pointless.

In fact, it was not Abella who should be blamed for it. It was the accusation that Lyla deserved, and the accusation that those who were desperate to bring down Abella.

“Hooo…”

Abella leaned her back against the chair.

She didn’t like being in the mansion, so she was on her way out with her aide, Louisa. Louisa was talking with the royal servant. The emperor’s schedule was suddenly twisted and delayed, so it seemed that they were asking for her understanding.

By the way, Louisa…

Enoch was still unable to remember Louisa, unlike Louisa, who expressed a belated interest in him. Her mind was entangled like a skein. Arsene’s quietness was probably due to the hard-headed Grand Madam Sirius.

According to the spy that Yuri planted in Sirius, she was told that the opposition of Grand Madam Sirius was growing more and more severe.

‘He is a noble man, but he is suffering a lot.’

Abella smiled bitterly.

Everything was tightly intertwined like a spider’s web. Count Gilmus began working under the scene to get his first and eldest son into Abella’s next seat when Lyla became the emperor’s mistress. Was there an impatience that even Abella could become the emperor’s mistress?

The only good news to hear was the fall of Voloto.

‘He’s living as a beggar. Maybe he will die soon?’

Yuri’s smiling face as if she was relieved was impressive.

Anyway…

‘That bad temper.’

And Count Gilmus.

It wasn’t long before she could cut out Gimus completely. His business had already begun to decline, and his bonds were all in Abella’s hands. Even if Abella asked for reimbursement, Gilmus would have to end up on the street.

Lastly, Chloe Amerigo.

Others were only small fish that would be thrown out with these large fish. The ambiguous one was Chloe. How could she get rid of Chloe, who had become an issue in the social world as Lyla became the emperor’s mistress?

She hoped there would be no such noise in Amerigo, where Simon would rule in the future.

‘…Should I hit Gilmus first?’

The reason the rotten roots were left as they were was because of the stench that would be released after the rotten roots were removed. There was a big thief named Gilmus, and the other little fishes were holding their breath. What if he was pulled out?

The problem could only be complicated when Abella’s business had not yet been established in Timur.

It was clear to Abella that Sirius would break this engagement. Wasn’t Arsene a good son who followed his parents’ wishes from before?

Maybe……

It was hard to believe her messed up memories… Abella swallowed a long sigh.

After losing Arsene, Abella was thrown into the social marriage market. Even if she was a temporary master, the master must have a spouse, whether engaged or married.

‘…I’d rather use Gilmus’ eldest son appropriately and throw it away…’

She didn’t think it would be bad to bring in a dog to cut off its tail.

Come to think of it, what did Arsene have to do with the past? When she was with him, memories she had forgotten would come up one by one. It was not easy to put them together because there were only fragmented scenes.

It was when Abella touched her throbbing head.

“Abella.”

“… Your Majesty?”

Startled, Abella jumped up. However, the door leading to the outside had already been closed.

Cade beckoned lightly.

“Relax.”

Then he pulled down the tie that was squeezing his neck tight, and sat across from Abella. She was used to the relaxed, messy look. Abella wondered if she had something like that in her own fragmented memory.

Although she didn’t remember anything.

“The granaries in the West were destroyed by a landslide and a brief emergency meeting was held.”

“…is everything okay?”

“I opened the warehouse of the nobles who lived nearby.”

“There would have been a lot of backlash.”

“……it’s okay. Eventually, they opened their warehouse.”