To be the Villainess

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Chapter 9

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I STARED at the ceiling of my room, my thoughts swirling in frustration. Darious had callously tossed me onto the bed—yes, tossed me. The nerve of that bastard. My brows knitted together, and I clenched my jaw in anger.

“System, what will be the next predicament?” I demanded, my gaze still fixed on the ceiling.

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We cannot disclose that information at this time, dear player. Please wait for further announcements.

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I rolled my eyes in exasperation as I read the response. How unfortunate. So now I’m left with nothing to do but wait?

Restlessly, I shifted on the bed, feeling the fatigue set in. At least I had met Lady Cecelia and gained her trust. I don’t hold any personal grudge against her, it’s just that my body seems to react with jealousy whenever I see her. But that’s not truly me—it’s just the body’s response, so I’m trying not to let it bother me.

“The dress is so itchy,” I muttered, scratching my neck irritably. I hadn’t changed yet because I couldn’t manage it on my own. Should I call Sebastian? It’s already night, so no one would see us, right?

Tsk. Why am I doing this? Well, as the saying goes, keep your enemies closer. Maybe I won’t regret this decision later.

“System, can you locate the character Sebastian?” I asked, sitting up and glowering in frustration.

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We cannot disclose that information at this time, dear player.

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“Haaa...” I sighed deeply, running my fingers through my hair as I read the message. Ironic, why am I asking for help from this damned system? Tsk.

Should I call him? It sounds amusing, but every time I call him, he appears out of nowhere.

I exhaled heavily, feeling the weight of the situation. “Kyle...” I called his name softly, wondering if I should give it a try.

I waited, hoping someone would walk through the door, but as expected, no one arrived.

Sure, he was probably preoccupied with trying to make his first move on the female lead. I closed my eyes and sighed again. Being the unimportant one is undeniably tough.

I walked to the mini veranda of my room and slid open the glass door. The breeze was unusually cold today. I gazed out at the garden, it was as mesmerizing as ever. Arthemice’s room truly had the best view of the manor, I had to admit.

I closed my eyes once more, resting my hands on the cemented rails of the veranda, and embraced the cool breeze that enveloped me.

“You called me, my lady?” The voice, smooth and unexpectedly close, startled me. I immediately opened my eyes and saw Sebastian standing just inches away. He had deftly balanced on the edge of the veranda’s railing, his grin wide and confident as he looked at me.

“S-Sir Kyle!” I stumbled backward as he landed gracefully in front of me.

“The main door was closed, so I had to leap onto the veranda and jump down,” he said nonchalantly, brushing dust off his clothes without meeting my gaze. “Is something wrong, my lady?” he added, finally locking eyes with me.