The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today
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Episode 69

Translator : Missme Editor : Aru

Chapter 6. The Worst and The Second Best

After the harvest festival, there were about two changes around me.

One, the weather.

‘It’s cold.’

As the calendar passed, the day fell faster.

I was vigilant and went out to the terrace in a thin indoor dress because the sun was shining, then tasted the bitter taste of the autumn wind.

‘I thought someone had opened the fridge door.’

After that, I requested Bessi to take out the thicker nightwear.

Two, Ari.

After Ari stole the beads from the temple of time, her behaviour became remarkably bold.

I mean, well, should I say that she was like a person with multiple lives?

‘I can say that her attitude has changed positively.’

To begin with, such a change did not, fortunately, produce a bad result.

On the contrary, would it have been helpful to have an unassuming posture about what it is, even if she dies once?

And about the ‘God of Dimension’, the investigation into has made progress as it has been.

“Let’s go, eonni!”

“Yes.”

I simply checked my appearance and got on the carriage following Ari to the Imperial Palace.

The fact that temples dedicated to gods were prevalent in the past has become clear through various documents.

‘About 300 years ago.’

At that time, there was a country that supported ‘God of Dimension’ as their National Guardian.

Currently, for some reason, all of them have declined, and the Temple of Time seems to be taking its place.

Ari and I were on our way there when we heard that the details of the gods and temples were in the imperial library.

“Thank you, eonni.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve to lose this much time because of me.”

“It’s all right.”

I answered honestly.

“Because I have a lot of free time.”

‘Unfortunately.’

I looked out. People’s clothing was clearly thicker than before. The bitter day means the autumn is getting deeper, and in other words, the winter where that story started is coming.

Getting hotter means autumn is getting deeper, and the story means winter is coming.

‘Winter is my memorial day.’

I die in winter.

More specifically, one day at the beginning of winter was the day when my portrait was held.

However, even as I felt the memorial day was approaching, I had nothing special to do at this moment.

‘I can’t even mark my memorial day on the calendar and count the remaining days from day to day.’

I only know when I’m going to die, but I don’t know exactly when.

I frowned my brow.

‘I’m dumbfounded again.’

The book. This damn ‘Spring of the Goddess Agrita’ book.

The more I really thought about it, this damn book was unkind in dealing with my death. I suddenly became a dead person overnight without any warning. And the reason was that Ash knew the secret of my birth. It was described later and that’s all. That was all the explanation.

‘This is a real joke.’

No, even if I’m a minor character who doesn’t appear much throughout the book, how could I die like that?

Was it okay to be a popular book when people inside the book were dead? Was it okay to write people’s death explanation so insincerely and shook his hand claiming that he didn’t know?

‘Well, what about the other people who die in Ash’s hands before me?’

There was a character who ended up with explanation writing just like ‘Ash the villain killed this too’ in a single line.

By comparison, I could say that I was treated in a more sincere and detailed manner.

‘I can’t believe I have to compare these things.’

Anyway, the book contained no other information than when I was going to die. There was not even anything about how Ash knew about my birth secret.

‘If I had known that, I would have tried to block that route in advance.’

I thought so and soon I covered my mouth with my hand and hid a sigh.

‘Would there be a way?’

I thought so. There was no eternal secret in the world.

In particular, the secret of birth was a subject that would be revealed someday no matter what route I’ll take.

So this was a scheduled misfortune, anyway. When I was adopted into this house, and when Ash was born as a villain who, brutally, made a clear distinction between family and others. Since then, it’s been a fate that I can’t change or stop with my own power.

‘That’s why I’ve been thinking about how to run away.’

But now that chance even has gone down the drain, all I have left in the end was the leisure within my time limit.

Should I write a bucket list? But then I didn’t want to do that because I thought it was too serious.

I have such a mischievous idea.

I closed and opened my eyelids heavily as if they were sinking.

Ah.

If only I could have put it off.

If I can’t change it, stop it, or avoid it, I won’t want it all if I could just postpone it. I didn’t want to do anything great.

Just later than now. I didn’t have to meet good people, get married, have children, or both.

So just when I didn’t like Ash anymore.

At least when I didn’t like Ash anymore, that’s when Ash was going to kill me.

“We’ve arrived.”

The carriage stopped. I awoke from the dark thoughts and entered the palace with Ari.

As Sir Davery and Dylan always did, they exchanged ‘words’ and followed each other.

The imperial library was not difficult to use.

No, in fact, there was nothing much to be said of the procedure. After passing through the entrance to the palace, I was free to check in, read, and check out.

‘The only flaw is that I can’t borrow books.’

Probably because most of the collection consists of rare books or ancient books.

There was also a separate library where I can borrow books with money if I move inside. However, there was no point in visiting there because it only consisted of ordinary books.

‘Fortunately, transcription is possible.’

I helped Ari in the library to write some useful material. And there was one problem here.

“Eonni……”

The ‘useful material’ was more than expected.

After a few hours or so, Ari hit her head on the desk on a blue day, seeming like she was about to fall. The quilt pen rolled over from her hand.

“Isn’t anything weird?”

“Hmm…”

“I think the data is growing. Is it multiplying? I think the library is getting bigger. Isn’t it expanding? Eonni, is this the universe?”

“No. Get a hold of yourself.”

But I understood what Ari said.

Far from looking at it yet, there was a guest house provided nearby. However, I noticed that the day was already setting outside.

‘I arrived in the morning.’

On the way to lunch – I had a meal and took a break while cleaning up the plaster statue that fell over Ari, but except for that brief moment, I hung on to the same work.

Nevertheless, it was certainly dizzying to see no end.

Sir Davery and Dylan, who were also involved in the work, didn’t look very well either.

‘Was it a bit clueless to write?’

Well, to be honest, years have passed since I’ve used this method.

The biggest problem at this point is that there was no other method.

‘The collection book is just too much…..’

It would be nice to have a lot of material to help, but the situation could not be purely nice.

‘I wish I could borrow some books.’

I can’t secretly carry a whole bunch of books, by the way.

‘……should I try it?’

I looked at Sir Davery and Dylan and soon shook my head as I guessed how many copies we could hide per person. Phew, my thoughts really.

“I can’t help it. That’s it for today. Let’s come back tomorrow.….”

It was then.

“I greet the little sun of the empire.”

Dylan and Sir Davery jumped out of their seats and had a courtesy.

“Your Highness.”

When I looked back at him, I quickly stood up and bowed down.

When I stabbed her in the side, Ari hurriedly copied my moves.

“I greeted the little sun of the glorious Empire.”

“…… I didn’t expect to see Princess here.”

The prince looked as surprised as we looked up.

“Well, is your body okay now?”

“Oh, yes.”

I remembered that I had set the patient settings and missed the Imperial Ball.

There was a conflict about having to pretend to stumble now, but I just decided not to.

It’s been a few days, so I can change the setting to a full recovery.

“Thanks to your concern, I’ve recovered.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Then the prince seemed to pick his words and then opened his mouth.

“……did the tea leaves fit your taste?”

‘Tea?’

What tea? I blinked doubtfully, but in the meantime, my mouth was picking and spitting out an easy answer.

“Yes, I felt that your highness taste had no one to follow.”

Once I answered that I thought.

‘He must have sent some tea leaves to the mansion.’

For a while after the hunting competition, a series of gifts had arrived for me to recover.

I couldn’t look into all the gifts sent because there were so many different gifts.

‘There must have been some kind of tea.’

While I was pretending to be sick in my room, Bessie and the butler were all in control of it, so I didn’t know, but it seems that the Imperial Palace was among the senders.

Then, a scene suddenly came to mind.

‘Come to think of it, there was a tea leaves that Bessie used to burn in the stove.….’

However, I quickly erased the scene that came to mind.

How could I think that those tea leaves were from the Imperial Palace? No one could burn what was sent from the Imperial Palace, that’s impossible.