The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen

TLed by NolepGuy

Chapter 247

A peaceful day at the Desmond Estate.

A hole had been punched into the ceiling of the estate.

Though the collapsed debris was piled on the floor, the Desmond Estate remained serene.

Because everyone was content.

“Hoo.”

Since the collapse of the estate was a common occurrence, everyone nodded calmly.

“Eeeek…”

From within the billowing dust cloud, the voice of a little devil emerged. Its sharp tone alone seemed to proclaim just how wicked it was, as the spiteful being let out a cry.

-Gulp.

At the devil’s voice, the Desmond Household held their breath and focused. Of course, I did as well. Even though I had seen the devil shrink once before, the strain on my heart was unbearable.

Because the impact was strong enough to stop a heart.

Chubby cheeks.

A pouty face.

Stubby legs.

As I imagined the sight that could make one laugh just by thinking about it, I examined the Residual Energy of Dark Magic. It would be troublesome if someone noticed.

[Limit Break increases ‘Dark Magic Resistance’ and erases ‘Residual Energy of Dark Magic.’]

Feeling no trace of the Residual Energy of Dark Magic, I nodded.

‘This should be enough to keep anyone from noticing.’

With me, the Top-Level Dark Magic Filter, around, such adventures were possible. After conducting several experiments, I confirmed that the Young Lady’s dark magic did not strain the caster.

It wasn’t through Offensive Magic that I drained the Young Lady’s Dark Mana. Honestly, I didn’t think I could endure that either.

Even now, my shoulders trembled at the thought of the Giant’s Colossal Eyeball.

The Young Lady’s Dark Mana had been discharged in a simple manner. A method with maximum consumption and the worst efficiency. If I were to compare it, it would be like pulling an armored vehicle with one’s bare hands. Darbav had instructed the Young Lady to do it in a way that was easy to understand and left no trace.

To pull out the capital city.

Of course, it was an impossible task.

Though the entire capital experienced a minor earthquake, it wasn’t a significant problem, so we were able to drain the Young Lady’s Dark Mana.

Now, everyone was holding their breath, simply waiting for the Young Lady. Without anyone liking or disliking it.

“…Eeeek.”

They were just waiting for the birth of the little devil.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes, Head of the Household.”

“You said you saw little Olivia ‘alone’ in the North.”

Darbav, emphasizing the word ‘alone,’ asked me with a serious expression.

“How was she?”

“…”

Darbav, wearing an expression more profound than during a meeting that determined the fate of the household, swallowed dryly and asked me.

“Was she the same as when she was young?”

“…”

“From those fierce eyes to her chubby cheeks and personality, was it all the same?”

Nodding toward Darbav, I answered. This matter was important to me as well. Knowing how crucial the advice of someone with experience was, I spoke sincerely.

“She’s far cuter than words can describe.”

“…?!”

“Imagine her tiny body shouting ‘Air Raid Alarm.’ Just imagine how devilish she is…”

“…”

Beside me, Kyle, who had been quietly listening, took out a pre-prepared lollipop from his inner pocket and nodded.

“Even better…”

Not a single normal person existed in this household.

I didn’t know how this house became the Empire’s most infamous family, producing its greatest villainess, but I had left such questions behind 13 years ago. I nodded lightly.

“It’s almost time.”

-Gulp.

“Eeeek…”

The dust cloud cleared.

A silhouette of a young girl, bathed in brilliant sunlight beneath the hole in the ceiling, began to appear before our eyes.

“O…Olivia…”

“Not that I’m expecting much, but Olivia liked lollipops when she was little.”

“Ugh… What is everyone doing? Anyway, I bought 20 toddler dresses.”

The Desmond Household stood ready, each armed with their own strategy to welcome the Young Lady who had reverted to her younger self.

The little devil slowly revealed herself.

Clenching her tiny fist and wearing a sullen expression, the Young Lady furrowed her brows and spoke in a flat tone.

“Damn.”

“Oh, dear God.”

“I think it was worth staying alive until now.”

“Oh my…”

In front of her parents, the Young Lady uttered a savage curse, rubbed her eyes, and nodded.

“Feed me.”

She was quite an audacious Young Lady.

*

-Thud thud thud thud

“Young Lady.”

-Thud thud thud thud!!!

“Please sit still.”

-Thud thud thud thud!!!!

“…”

Due to the risk of her younger state, which temporarily allowed her to move her legs, the Young Lady was enthusiastically running down the corridor.

There was no particular reason.

“Eeeek!!!”

She was simply in a good mood.

With her tiny frame, the Young Lady ran tirelessly from one end of the hallway to the other.

Could that truly be what a devil looks like?

After running for a while, the Young Lady stopped and stood before me, shouting.

“Ricardo!”

“Yes.”

“Let’s go out!”

The Young Lady wanted to go out.

If she had a tail, it would be wagging furiously. Smiling faintly, I carefully observed the yellow flower pinned to her head.

“Young Lady.”

“Yes.”

“What’s with the flower?”

“Mother pinned it on me. She said no one would mess with me if I wore it like this.”

“Oh…”

Admiring Rosanna’s foresight, I nodded. She knew her daughter all too well.

By disguising the Young Lady, who would pick a fight with anyone she locked eyes with, as one of those eccentric women occasionally seen in town, the Mistress of Desmond sought to prevent any incidents. Truly, her expertise was remarkable.

Watching the Young Lady grin with the flower Rosanna had pinned on her head, I let out a sigh of regret.

If only she had a runny nose too, it’d be perfect.

“Eh… Achoo!”

Perfect.

She looked every bit the fool.

Smiling faintly at the Young Lady’s simple appearance, I asked her a question, my curiosity piqued.

“Young Lady.”

“Yes.”

“Where are the Head of the Household and Lord Kyle, and what are they doing?”

“They died.”

The Young Lady spoke as she looked at the fallen members of Desmond in the living room.

-I have no regrets even if I die now.

-Olivia called me ‘Oppa.’ Not just ‘Oppa,’ but ‘Oppyuh’… It was a joyous life, Mother.

-…Ha, I wish I could dress them up a bit more.

I looked at the serial killer and said.

“Another one today, I see.”

The Young Lady nodded while sucking on her finger.

“Yup. I took care of it.”

“Impressive, Young Lady.”

“I know.”

Leaving behind the Young Lady’s curt response, which made her seem like she’d excel as an assassin, I knelt down to meet her eye level and asked.

“Is there anywhere you’d like to go?”

“Hmm…”

The Young Lady, pouting her lips in thought, shrugged her shoulders and shook her head.

“I don’t know. I just want to go out.”

“Then shall we go for a walk?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, I’ll grab my wallet. In the meantime, Young Lady, run around to stimulate your growth plates.”

“Run?”

“Yes.”

“Eeeek!”

The Young Lady began running vigorously down the corridor again. Perhaps because she had become younger, her energy was boundless. I worried about the trouble she might cause outside.

Every time the Young Lady’s tension ran high, she caused an incident.

Hoping she’d tire herself out, I went to my room, grabbed my wallet, and headed outside.

About 30 minutes later.

“Damn it!”

The Young Lady had gotten into a quarrel with the neighborhood kids.

The Young Lady’s icy gaze.

The arrogant stance of a kid with arms crossed.

Surrounded by a group of kids and dragged into an alleyway, I scratched my head with a wry smile.

‘This isn’t easy…’

I thought the Young Lady would start the quarrel, but to my surprise, she was the one who got dragged into it.

The trouble began with a shoulder bump from one of the neighborhood kids. With a ‘thud,’ the ice cream, which hadn’t even lasted a minute in her hand, fell to the ground.

-Eeeek!!!! My ice cream is dead!

-Puhahaha!!!!

-…Damn it.

To appease the resentment of the deceased ice cream, the Young Lady burned with determination.

-Do you want to die?

-What?

-You killed my ice cream.

-So what?

-I’ll kill you too.

-Puhaha! Go ahead and try!

The Young Lady, who showed no mercy when it came to food, chased after the fleeing kids, naturally leading us to the alleyway.

-Ricardo.

-Yes.

-Take care of them.

-…?

And so, this mess unfolded.

The kids standing in the alleyway looked at me and the Young Lady with an air of arrogance, as if they had some powerful backing. With their hands in their pockets, they shouted at us in unpleasant voices.

“Who are you, Mister, to butt in?”

“Are you talking to me?”

“Yeah, who are you to butt in, Mister? Do you want to die too?”

“Hahaha…”

I let out an empty laugh as I took in the kids’ faces. If there was one thing I couldn’t tolerate, it was being called ‘Mister.’

Smiling, I nodded, wondering what kind of backing had raised such bold kids.

“Interesting.”

“What’s so funny?”

“Hahaha.”

This world didn’t have proper laws for children, so what made them so confident? I let out another empty laugh as I looked at the kid who seemed to be their leader.

‘Should I kill them?’

For now, let’s wait.

After all, there’s an expert beside me for situations like this. I stayed silent, watching the Young Lady.

The Young Lady, who had once been known as the Flame Fist and a crazy woman in the slums, had a reputation for her fighting skills. Of course, back then, she had bodyguards, which boosted her combat prowess, but one shouldn’t underestimate the combat ability of the Young Lady disguised as a child.

Having once fought her seriously myself, I suppressed a rising smile and silently offered my condolences.

The Young Lady clenched her trembling fist and spoke to the kid.

“Eeeek… Give me back my ice cream.”

“Give it back? Puhaha!”

“Stop laughing and return it. Unless you want to end up in a coffin.”

“Pfft! Do you even know who my dad is?”

“Do you even know who my butler is?”

Realizing she might lose in a battle of fathers, the Young Lady turned to me with burning killing intent, signaling me not to hold back, even if they were kids.

The Young Lady glared at the kid and spoke menacingly.

“Ricardo even hits kids. He doesn’t go easy on them just because they’re young.”

“Young Lady?”

“Yup.”

“Am I really such a bad person?”

“Aren’t you?”

“No.”

The Young Lady nodded and said.

“He doesn’t hit kids.”

“Actually, I do hit them.”

“Then what should I say?”

Blatantly seeking my advice, the Young Lady sniffled and asked me.

“Say I’m a moderately bad person.”

“Okay.”

The Young Lady nodded, pointed at the kids, and said.

“He’s a moderately bad person.”

“So what?”

“Eeeek…!”

“Your butler’s just a commoner, isn’t he?”

“…Damn it. Ricardo, bite them!”

“If I tell my dad, both you and your butler are dead!”

Shaking my head, I focused on the kid’s increasingly bold words, curious to see how far he’d dig his own grave.

Dealing with them could wait.

To ensure they wouldn’t stray down the wrong path, I needed to teach them a memorable lesson. I stayed silent, waiting for the expert’s touch.

Angry, the Young Lady lowered her head and shouted.

“Eeeek… Ah…”

“Ah?”

“Ah… Ah.”

“Puhaha, are you trying to apologize now? That won’t do. Crawl under my feet and—.”

“You’re acting up even though you don’t have a father!!!!”

As expected, she was truly a Villainess.

I raised my thumb toward the Young Lady, tears of admiration streaming down my face.