Wait… Let’s trace the past of Irillin which was casually mentioned.
She chased after Vin, a life of death love(?), and when he wasn’t interested, she begged the Marquis for an engagement between them.
Wait a moment. Could it be that it was just before vacation?
“Who threatened to jump off the roof if we didn’t get engaged.”
“That, that…”
“You want to show off that even if I don’t like it, you’re going to marry me anyway, right?”
“Oh no!”
“Don’t talk nonsense. You know it as well even if you’re pretending. As long as I don’t disobey the adults, I’ll end up marrying you.”
Vin said that and coldly sneered.
There was no emotion other than contempt that was reflected in his cold blue eyes.
Wow, is that a face a thirteen year old could make?
I knew there were many emotions(?) that were lacking because I was not loved by my parents, but when I actually face them.. the depth of them touches me more clearly.
I know that face full of scars1(Emotional scars). I’ve seen it countless times.
My older sister who had been by my side since I was born.
My sister’s face was just like that.
‘You were in the corner of the room doing this useless thing! Writing something like this?!’
These were the words my dad said after discovering my sister’s novel on the day <The Crown Prince’s Lover> was finished.
My older sister, who had the same face as Vin, disappeared from the world that day.
Even three years later, no one knew where she was.
All I knew was this.
In my mother’s closet, where my older sister used to hide, as if she was having a hard time, only a laptop containing the manuscript of <The Crown Prince’s Lover> was left there.
“Know this. Even if you marry me. You won’t win my heart. Ever.”
If you could freeze from a voice, is it like this?
Vin turned his gaze away from me with his silver eyelashes arrogantly and nobly lowered.
Then, as if even giving me a glance was a great favor, he casually passed by me and sat down in the farthest seat away from me.
“…Are you okay, young lady?”
Callie asked anxiously.
I smiled softly at her.
“It’s okay.”
In fact, it wasn’t okay at all.
It’s because I thought of my sister, and I figured things wouldn’t be as easy as I thought.
‘Vin. I don’t like you! So don’t worry and live happily ever after with His Highness the Crown Prince!’ I thought it would be solved just like that. I never thought he wouldn’t believe this.
Why is it so difficult?!
If you behave normally even a little bit, they’ll lock you up in a mental hospital, and they won’t believe you even if you don’t like them!
“Really, we have a very, very long way to go.”
I muttered to myself and sighed.
At that sound, Vin’s gaze, who was sitting far away, lingered for a few moments and then fell.
The family of the villainess Irillin, the Marquis of Heather, has tradition, power and wealth. It is a family that lacks nothing.
Isn’t it a good enough background to shake off the status of villainess?
However, there is one background setting that can be called ‘The Villainess Maker’.
Those are Irillin’s parents, the Marquis and Marchioness Heather.
They raised their daughter to be the strongest villain in the novel by criticizing Irillin too much and inciting her feelings for Vin.
They didn’t even know it would result to her death.
“Irillin? Your complexion is not good!”
The Marchioness asked anxiously, my expression had darkened without me realizing.
I tired to smile brightly and asked the question I had originally planned to ask upon meeting the family.
“Mother. Was it just before vacation when I got engaged to Vin?”
“It was. When Vin declared that he would not see you, you begged her to get engaged, saying you wanted to somehow tie Vin next to you. Don’t you remember”
The Marquis asked, glancing at my face.
He seems to suspect that mental illness has struck me again.
‘I’m perfectly fine! Please don’t put me in a mental hospital! ‘
I shook my head vigorously and put on a smile pretending to be infinitely calm.
“My… memory is fine! I just asked because I couldn’t remember the exact time.”
“Yes? That’s good.”
Fortunately, the Marchioness smiled softly as if she had cleared her doubts and resumed the meal, which had been temporarily interrupted by the conversation.
As a result, the whole family, including me, naturally started eating again.
While the sounds of cutlery clashing filled the room-
“I really enjoyed the meal.”
With a thump, Sith put down the spoon and stood up.
He hadn’t said a word, even though we had been sitting together for a while.
Not surprising. Sith was always silent.
Sith. Now 14, he is Irillin’s only older brother.
Even though the has the same bright blue eyes as Irillin, this boy gives off a gloomy impression for some reason…
He’s gay.
In <The Crown Prince’s Lover>, he is the be the sub male lead.
It is said that the standard of a ‘sub ball’ is to fight fiercely with the main ball in order to take the ‘shou’ but <The Crown Prince’s Lover> does not follow the standard.
It is not the sub ball that fights fiercely with the main ball, it’s the villain.
Of course, while fighting fiercely with the sub ball.
Because, our bad girl, Miss Irillin Heather has been abusive to everyone except Vin.
To the point where Sith, the sub ball, despises Irillin even more than ball that occupies empty space(?).
‘Criminal Irillin Heather will be put to death!’
When the prince gave such an order, it was almost canceled because there was no justification. The Marquis Heather could not just sit still.
It was Sith who made the justification at that time.
The poisoning of the Crown Prince.
The culprit of this case, which was made in thorough consultation with the victim himself, was manipulated to appear as Irillin.
Enemies are everywhere!
The prince who would one day try to put me to death, the Sith who would help him with that and the cause itself.
Everyone is a dangerous person.
Perhaps the most dangerous among them is Sith.
If the Crown Prince believes that I do not like Vin anymore, the prince will not kill me, but Sith may be different.
Sith ‘just’ despises Irillin.
It is because the trauma that has been accumulated since childhood is forming in him.
No matter how well I do now, the trauma will never go away.
Most of all, if I suddenly act nice, he’ll think it’s a new type of bullying, or he’ll think I’ve developed a mental illness.
“Burp(?), You already ate…? Eat more to make that matchstick body a little more human.”
“…”
So I expressed my concerns in an extremely Irillin-like tone, but Sis left without even casting a glance at me.
Aaaagh. Don’t do that. What I said was a tsundere disguised as a fight.
Even if I feel sorry for the innocent Sith, there is no way to apologize.
The moment I apologize, I’ll be dragged back to the mental hospital!
But I can’t say ‘normal’ things in the first place, and if I don’t talk at all, I might be killed someday…
How the hell am I supposed to survive?
While thinking about it, Sith had already completely disappeared from the room.
Only then did I come back to my senses, put down the spoon and stood up.
“Sorry, I’ll leave first.”
“What…? Are you sorry?”
Ahh! Without realizing it, a more ‘normal’ appearance came out. ‘Sorry’ for Irillin Heather’s mouth!
“I-I’m about to go smack the head of Sith who gets up first without manners! I apologize in advance. I don’t have manners either! Ha ha.”
“Oh, Of course? Go ahead. Don’t hit him too hard.”
What a crazy family!
A younger sister hit an older brother’s head, but they wouldn’t stop it, but instead instigates her to do it.
This discrimination must also be one of the reasons Sith despises Irillin!
Even if I succeed in winning the favor of Sith, there is a high possibility that his resentment will not be completely resolved if his parents still discriminate against him.
It will soon lead to my death.
It can’t be like that! I have a lot of work to do.
I will surely survive and return to the original world.
As I walked with such determination. I arrived at Sith’s door before I knew it.
It is a place I had never visited because of the extreme rejection towards me, but today I felt like I had to take the risk and come.
It might be because I stopped arguing, but after meeting Vin and the Crown Prince, I had the will to die again.
“Sith.”
I knocked on the door and called his name, but there was no answer.
Have you not come in yet? No. He’s a guy who just likes to lock himself in his room.
He will never be out at this hour.
Then there’s only one correct answer. He’s pretending I’m not here!
“Sith, I know you’re inside. If you don’t answer, I’ll go in! 10- 9-“
Finally, after counting down to 0 seconds, I slammed the door open.
He didn’t answer even until the end, so I thought the door was locked, but it wasn’t.
But when I went inside, to my surprise, Sith was not really in the room.
“What? There really isn’t anyone.”
Why did you go out? The housekeeper2(referring to Sith) who never leaves his room unless absolutely necessary.
“I thought he was coated with honey because he was always stuck inside the room.”
Sith’s room was extremely plain.
Less ornate furniture from the aristocrat’s storage room, windows thoroughly covered to prevent any light from entering, books on the bookshelf that look a bit difficult for a 14-year-old to read…
Everything was as expected.
If there is only one thing that is out of expectation, is that on the desk he usually sits on is a hectic mess.
“Sith Heather was definitely a person who had mysophobia and was set up to like his life in order.”
What the hell am I seeing right now?
Could this desk with all sorts of writing utensils and papers spread out randomly belonged to Sith Heather?
Besides why…
“Why is a drawing of Vin here…?”
The papers spread out on the desk where all drawing failures.
Was Sith Heather interested in drawing?
No, in the first place…
It was when Sith became an adult that he fell in love with Vin Ortega.
Why is he, who is still 14, drawing a picture of Vin?
“What! You!”
“Uh…”
After I came in, Sith had stood behind me without me noticing.
His blue eyes were focused on my hand holding the picture.
“I see.”
