The story of a reincarnated villainess.
"It's your life now."
Sometimes we find peace in our constant suffering, sometimes we break free of our suffering,
but sometimes, we escape to a foreign land were, where newfound family becomes our own.
Th...
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Wait a minute, imperial palace ground + nice aristocrats clothes + black shining hair = the male lead crown prince Lucian De Conlaed Alastair!
AHH!
WHY IS THE CROWN PRINCE HERE?!
He is the crown prince, he lives in the imperial palace. It's his home, he should be here. I am the one who doesn't belong here! I should run. Dash, run, run, run!
Taking another look at the crown prince who still didn't move from his place was suspicious. He was a skilled swordsman so he'd probably sensed my presence by now, but he still didn't make a move.
Of course, his state wasn't normal, he was huffing for the past minute. It was like his body was suffering from some sort of pain.
Is he waiting to see if I approach him or not?
If I ignore him now and pretend I didn't see him, then he might make the worst case scenario happen even before the original story line.
#Worstcasescenario
"You have seen me suffering and struggling yet you didn't help the crown prince! Die you evil villainess! The world will be a better place without you!"
"Ah!"
Crying invisible tears, I pushed away all those bad and horrible thoughts. It's better not to make the worst case scenario happen. And if I help the crown prince, he might probably spare my life for helping him once. That will be a plus point! I sigh and hope that he doesn't pull the sword out at first sight. I approached him. In my countless visits to the empress, I have never seen him in my reincarnated life. Though I think he should know who the Matriarch of Illusions is. Many people know me just by my name, but they have never seen me, so I guess it might be hard to recognize me. I have also met people who think Evanora Esmeray and Matriarch of Illusion are two different people.
"Excuse me," I said as I approached him.
"Hey," I called out again but I got no response. "Are you okay?"
I sighed as he didn't give me any response, I walked and crouched down to his level, in front of him. Placing a hand on his forehead, I realised he was burning up. His ruby-like bright red eyes stared weakly at me but it was still unfocused.
"Hey, can you hear me? If you can't speak, give me a signal that you understand." I spoke softly, ignoring every chance of getting tangled into a cross fire and getting killed. But he didn't move or neither spoke! Is he testing my patience now?!
"Hey! You gotta be cooperative!" I sighed as the red eyes weakly glared at me.
"Screw off." was the first thing he told me. Okay, I am trying to help you here so you can't just tell me to screw off! It gets on my nerves.
"You know what, you don't have to talk to me. Just give me the directions to your palace, so I can take you there." I said as I helped him up to his feet. Swinging his arm over my shoulders, putting his weight on me I helped him walk out of the forest by following the directions he occasionally gave me. But his condition wasn't getting any better. The sword wounds on his arms, back and chest probably also had poison. And with the mana I have left won't be enough to heal him. I might pass out in the middle of healing him even if I try.
