When the Villainess Became the Male Lead's Obsession

Chapter 53

After hearing all of Pi's story, Elysia was momentarily at a loss for words.

There were many things I wanted to ask, but my mouth did not come out easily.

Did your mother cast a spell on Ariel to hide her mana?

So Ariel, who I thought had no mana, suddenly bloomed.

At the same time as the realization, other questions followed.

Why did the real Elysia enter Delphir's body now? What is the relationship between Delphir and his father?

Also, what happened between Elysia and Eden in the past.

My head was pounding.

It's true that they wanted someone to fill in the missing information, but it wasn't like this.

On the other hand, the person who messed up Elysia's head continued talking as if nothing had happened.

“Is that a good idea?”

Although the subject was missing, Elysia noticed what Pi was saying at once.

It was clear that he was talking about his plan to use Eden's rampage to kill Duke Partine.

“Do you think you can ask me for consent?”

Elysia denied it.

Her expression was like seeing a terrible demon.

Pi tilted her head with a puzzled look.

“Why are you angry?”

“You left Eden alone.”

"Neglect?"

No malice was read from Pi. So I was even more upset.

“Even though you knew Eden would go crazy, you left it alone to satisfy your greed.”

is that what people do

The more I thought about it, the more my teeth trembled. Sweat trickled down his back.

When Elysia glared at Blood with cold eyes, her lips drooped downward.

“What would you say to the person who also put protective magic on his neck so he wouldn’t die?”

“… … .”

“If it weren’t for me, Eden would be dead.”

Even that attitude was irrelevant.

P.i's posture, standing crooked with his arms crossed, was dignified.

“Did I tell you earlier? I'm not good enough to worry about the person who killed me."

“… … .”

“You should be grateful for your help.”

Red lips curved beautifully.

Pi was a very good match for the darkened night.

“Elysia.”

Elysia called for Pi.

I didn't want to call it blood like I did when I was a cat.

“Just call me blood.”

It's already the third time you're saying it.

she grumbled and asked.

“Or would you like to call me Delphir?”

“… … .”

“It doesn’t matter, but I wish I could call you Blood if possible.”

P.i, who used to smile as if he was possessing people, smiled innocently this time.