The Tragedy of The Villainess

Chapter 120

“What do you mean?”

In the midst of all this, Seria trembled as she grabbed the chest of the unmoving Tuban.

“How could I, how could I have turned back time…!”

Her eyes went blank. She grabbed Tuban and shook him, trying to keep sane somehow, but to no avail.

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“…Seria!”

As soon as Seria started to struggle, Lesche held her down with both arms. He also held both her swaying legs with his body to immobilize her. Seria, who had never come to her senses since the mine, was experiencing something similar to a seizure, but that was it. She couldn’t wake up.

“Please hold on to her, Your Highness!”



That was when the doctor rushed to sedate her.

“……!”

Suddenly, Seria’s eyes widened. For a moment, she felt like she was dreaming. Lesche noticed immediately.

“Seria? Seria? Are you awake?”

Seria couldn’t answer. Seria’s hand did not move as she wished, as she reflexively tried to wrap her neck. It was because she was being held by Lesche.

“Your Highness! Grand Duchess needs to hydrate first!”

Meanwhile, the doctor, moving like the wind, quickly brought a cup. He put in a little salt and sugar and slowly poured the well mixed lukewarm water into Seria’s mouth. She couldn’t drink much as she kept coughing. Lesche took his handkerchief and wiped the running water along Seria’s chin.

Abigail, who stood close to Seria, saw her hands trembling slightly.

The doctor took a quick look at Seria and noticed that there was nothing wrong with her body. He said the same thing last week.

“Well, Your Highness. There is nothing wrong with the Grand Duchess…. I’ll go warm up the medicine.”

The doctor rushed out. Fearing that the air quality would deteriorate if there were too many people in the bedroom, only Lesche, Abigail, and one maid were in the room.

They were not able to go to the Berg mansion in the Imperial capital. Seria had fainted and was unable to wake up. The castle the Duke of Polvas gave them was small but useful. The doctor of the Grand Duchy of Berg, who was urgently summoned here, examined Celia twelve more times a day.

“…Seria, are you all right? Do you see me?”

Seria’s eyes, which seemed to be searching the bedroom, went to Lesche.

“Lesche.”

Her hands, held by him, were very cold.

“Can I sleep some more?”

“…….”

“Why do you want to sleep more?”

A strange feeling of unease tightens in Lesche’s neck. It was an unfamiliar feeling, not easily experienced. Lesche straightened Seria’s upper body and hugged her, trapping her to his chest.

“…Lesche?”

“If you go to sleep right away, the nightmares will continue. Take the medicine when it comes and sleep later.”

“Can I…?”

Surprisingly, Seria readily accepted.

“I’m sorry for making you worry.”

Seria turned her head and looked at Abigail.

“Bibi.”

Her voice was cracked. As soon as Seria called, Abigail wanted to hug her, but she decided to give way to the young lady’s husband, who hadn’t been able to lay eyes on her properly for a week. Instead, she held Seria’s hand.