Villain To Be: Chapter 7

Ding dong dash!

I duck here.

I poke there.

“Hold still damned brat!”

Fufufufufufu… these amateurs!

“Wha-“ *choke*

The moment he opened his unprotected mouth, I threw my ‘weapon’ straight at his throat.

“How is my nutritious veggie bar? Delicious, ey?”

 He’s now squirming on the floor, foaming from his mouth until he can squirm no more.

 I felt glad I packed up on this veggie bars. The very first ‘food’ that I’ve made is pretty handy for fights like this!

You might think I should’ve disposed of them after their estimated expiration date but you know, it seems like such a waste throwing two chests-full of these goodies knowing that they’re still fresh… I mean they were still of the same quality as when I first made them – hard as damned nails, flexible as fuck’n bamboos, and super tasty, like, one bite and you’re in heaven kind of tasty (lol)!

Just kidding… they’re non-lethal (proven and tested/tasted)… they can only induce paralysis and hallucinations, and also a bit laxative.

Oops…

I ducked, completely evading the incoming flying chair and countered with three veggie bars which successfully pierced my enemy’s chest. See what I mean about it being hard? Taste those five-inches-long, half-inch-in-diameter veggie bar on your bloody rib cage plebian!

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Look at him roll!

Still, three of the eight assailants who suddenly barged into the room after I’ve dealt with Marie are still standing, though barely. My beloved Nanny by the way is out cold after I threw some of my own ‘brownies’ on her gaping mouth. Really a pity… but nah~ I’ll get another Nanny again anyway. BTW, the moral lesson here is to ‘not count your chicks before they’re hatched’, and ‘never under estimate a reincarnated villainess to be’!

Their timing couldn’t be any better though, after all I was able to blow off some steam. Even now I can feel some weight being lifted from my mental baggage… enough that I couldn’t even remember why I was so upset in the first place!

*CRASH!*

Shit, I barely evaded that one! Oh no, it actually grazed my left shoulder!

“DIE BITCH!”

One of the three stooges was able to reach near me and within his attack range. Along with his battle cry, he gave a straight punch towards my face.

Oh come on!

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Really?!  

Are they really assassins or what?

I mean ‘with his own fist’?!

Now that I’ve mentioned it, these guys do look more like thugs than assassins to me.

First, their plans up to this point were too shallow if not too obvious. Second, their idea of discreet was only up to the point of audible whispers and not some decoded message of the sort. Third, their equipment is too lacking. Finally, they are very honest… their hostility, their attacks, their motives…

… ah, could it be that… that I was played around?

Sigh…

Now I’m gonna feel guilty…

Honest bastards usually get easily tricked… and it seems like this is the case with these fellows. So pitiable… well, I guess I’ll have to give them my honest feelings this time.

I threw another set of veggie bars at the punching man and in one clean sweep to his feet and he tumbled holding his injured eye.

“You lots are very unfortunate. So I’ll give you my honest feelings from this point on.

No more weapons from me, only unarmed combat this time.”

I said to the remaining two as I threw aside my remaining ‘weapons’, they in turn did the same with theirs (which were just my furniture by the way). After that, we faced each other holding our battle stance. Only when a creak was heard did we launched into action.

The two screamed a battle cry as they raised their clenched fist and threw themselves at me.

I on the other hand crouched holding both my fists at my side. Just as they reach a foot before me, I pushed my two clenched fists at each of their general direction and-

*BANG!!!*

*THUD!!!*

They fell on their backs, eyes still bulged out in disbelief and chests sizzling, scorched up until the white bone can be seen.

Hey, didn’t they know I’m a magician?

Did they die?

Perhaps…

When I look at them, I can feel my conscience grinding and wringing at my brain and my heart but I no longer hurl at such sight.

“My lady, I believe this would be the perfect time for your so called ‘evil laugh’.”

Though surprised at the sudden interruption of the voice from my back, I did not turn my head to acknowledge the speaker.

“I would if this weren’t in such a bad taste.

What is it now Sebastian? I still have to clean up this mess.”

“The Master and Mistress have returned and wished to talk to My Lady in the studies as soon as possible. Please allow this servant to clean up here instead.”

His words made me snap my attention towards him. I glared while he gave his professional smile totally unaffected. This man standing on the doorway is the Head Butler of our house. I called him Sebastian only because he’s one hell of a butler… and yes, he’s a demon. I don’t know his real name because everyone else only calls him ‘Head Butler’ and my father calls him using his alias ‘Gan’.

Anyway ladies and gentlemen, I ‘clean up’ after my own mess simply because if it were up to me, I’d rather these honest fools of assassins dead by my own hands than-

*shudders*

I again glared at the demon, making him widen his smile some more.

Really… the game “Novelty of Nobility” had had a very common plot with almost predictable developments, too cliché but still cute… but never have I thought that reliving the untold stories behind the sparkling limelight is pretty full of shit.

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 (minutes before the scene above)

Servants of the house of the Noble House of Fireheart lined up neatly to welcome their master and mistress just like the usual. This habit had been passed down from the lowest servant up to the Head Butler and Maid that it’s as if their breathing is but one while their bows and curtsies were too synchronized for outsider’s comfort.  Yet, this is only as expected simply because they are of the Noble House of Fireheart.

“Welcome home, Master Theodore and Mistress Kimberly.” The head butler and maid said in unison as they offer to carry the coats and bags for the two.

“Call Emilia to my study… and make sure to prepare some sweets.” Theodore ordered his butler as he took the hand of his wife in his, guiding her slowly up the stairs.

For outsiders he sounded like his usual tone but the head butler knew for certain that his voice was laced with a bit of resignation. After being his butler for as long as he could remember, he can accurately guess what was on his master’s mind.

“I have received your orders sir.” With a bow, the butler stepped back and melded into the shadows like a ghost, there in a minute and gone in the next…

“Tell me what happened while we’re gone.” Still walking, Theodore spoke to the Head Maid.

At first, the head maid reported Emilia’s daily routine of walking up, grooming, eating, running around the mansion singing ‘Eye of the Tiger’, having a snack, etc. and then she reported that an annoying uninvited guest barged in the mansion and dropped the bomb on their Lady. She had also listed all of the casualties that resulted from the said event.

Hearing up to here, Theodore couldn’t help but stop and stare at the Head Maid for a while as his face, though remained neutral, couldn’t help but turn a bit pale, then a bit red, and finally turning a bit black. Feeling the gloom that her husband is emitting, Kimberly tightened her grip on his hand to convey that he is not alone and that she will face this trial with him.

After calming, Theodore gave his wife a light peck on the cheek and a small thank you then they continued on their way to his study.

Also continuing her report, the head maid narrated what happened after the annoying uninvited guest left. According to her, the idiot assassins finally made their move and were as of the moment, trying to hack and slash at their Lady on her room after failing to poison her. Theodore heard the head maid click her tongue without bothering to hide it. He is well aware that if it weren’t for Emilia’s personal request, those kinds of stupid and lowly assassins would’ve been minced even before setting foot near the gates.

What?

Why would Emilia want assassins to run around trying to kill her in her own house?

Well, thinking back then… Theodore pinched his brows as a headache is slowly creeping in… thinking back then, why did he agree again?