My Destiny To Be Loved By The Villains[part 2 ]

Chapter 142: Nursing (3)

༺ Nursing (3) ༻

If Lucia Greyhounder were to describe her feelings about Eleanor, she'd say that she didn't have any particular emotions toward her.

She was just someone she'd occasionally encounter. Though they'd meet sometimes in social gatherings among the upper echelons of nobles, ultimately, they were merely acquaintances, nothing more, nothing less.

However, if they were to encounter each other like this, then the story would change.

'What on earth is she doing...?'

She alternated her sharp glare between Dowd, who was miserably rolling on the floor, and Eleanor herself, who was letting out startled coughs.

"...Ah, no, so this, uh-"

Seeing the other woman stuttered, struggling to speak, her eyes narrowed even further.

This wasn't the kind of reaction she expected from someone like her.

Which meant...

Even to Eleanor herself believed what she was about to do was an 'improper' action.

"...What were you trying to do?"

When Lucia asked that question with narrowed eyes, the other woman could only answer in silence, confirming her suspicions.

"...I didn't have any particular expectations for you, Lady Tristan."

Lucia sighed before continuing.

"But your current appearance is extremely unsightly."

Honestly, Lucia didn't need to treat her this harshly.

Of course, Lucia knew what Eleanor was doing was a little too much, but being the observant woman she was, and how knowledgeable she was toward 'those kinds of things,' it wasn't hard for her to realize that the latter harbored certain feelings for that man.

'...In the first place...'

That man had previously spouted some insane claims about living with all 6 Devil's Vessels as if it were a walk in the park.

Considering his crazy, playboy-like nature, she could pass Eleanor as one of his victims.

However...

Lucia's gaze subtly shifted to Yuria.

Her younger sister was fidgeting with her scabbard in her hands.

"..."

Considering her usual demeanor, the first thing she would do when Lucia talked like this was to anxiously tell her not to fight.

But her current reaction was... How to put it...?

She wore the look of someone who was seeing a stray cat sneaking onto the kitchen table.

It wouldn't be strange if she were to draw her sword at any moment.

In truth...

The reason why Lucia had hurled such sharp words to Eleanor was to deal with her younger sister's outburst.

She wanted to conclude the issue on her own terms before it escalated any further.

Because her intuition was practically screaming with alarms.

If Yuria and this woman were left alone in this place, there was no doubt that some kind of trouble would explode.

"...I cannot overlook such inappropriate actions. Please leave the infirmary, Lady."