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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"That's all he said?"
"Yes," I said with a serious expression, my elbows on the table, my face leaning against my hands as I laced my fingers together.
"I told you to take a few days off, and you come back after causing trouble." Marquess Zaven sighed.
"It's not my fault! I thought healing him would be a good idea." I said.
"First of all, you are not a professional healer." Marquess Zaven glared at me. "There could have been an accident."
"And dealing with someone from a royal family is a serious deal." Marquess Zaven said. "It can't be taken lightly."
I sighed.
"What do you think he meant by a 'reward'?" I asked as I looked up at Marquess Zaven, he looked worse then he was last night when I left him, but regardless he was signing papers and going through multiple books at once.
"Well once he said he would reward a baron and he erased their whole existence." I gasped and stared at Marquess Zaven just brushed it off as if it's nothing. "And when he was a kid, he said he would reward his nanny and then got her fired."
"Oh good god-" I sighed as I leaned against the chair looking as dead as I was feeling.
My life from survival mood turned into all routes that lead to doom.
"Well, since he didn't kill you at sight he probably won't kill you" Marquess Zaven said.
My face lit up with a little bit of hope.
"But we never know, he might be planning worse or got more sadistic then i remember." Marquess Zaven said as I groaned and put my head on the table.
"Stop scaring me." I cried as I buried my face on the table, wishing the floor would split open and swallow me.
"Don't fret too much over it, just avoid him for a while and maybe he will forget about you." Marquess said.
"I hope he does." I sighed.
"With that being said, since you have to avoid him." something twinked on the Marquess' eyes. "Getting back to work is the best way to get busy and avoid people."
"Get a life Marquess Zaven!" I cried as he just laughed while signing more papers.
"Now now," he said. "We need to get as much word done as possible before the festival so we can be free."
"Yes master." I groaned, even though I know the Marquess plans to work even during the festival. Rest doesn't belong in that man's vocabulary.
***
"According to the reports," I stood in front of Marquess Zaven's desk in his office as I read from the documents I was holding. "The current number of high level magicians are down to 13, including you and I."
