The Villainess is Raising the Male Protagonist - Chapter 3
“A woman could do much more.”
Even though Mary was vicious, no one was able to curse her. Everyone endured because she was the country’s princess and had few days left to live. The Emperor would do everything for her as he felt sorry for such a daughter.
It was a book that she read over and over again. She memorized it so well that the contents of the novel spread out in front of her like a drawn-out plot outline.
Unlike in the novel, it became harder to figure out how to escape her death after she became the character with her future laid out. Her father, who had brought the situation to this point, was also to be resented.
‘So you must have engaged your daughter to a ridiculous count.’
Mary, engaged to Count Gray with the Emperor’s permission, felt like she had the whole world. With the joy of having the person whom everyone coveted, she was deceived by Gray’s play, who gradually gnawed at her life.
‘She didn’t even know who strangled her, like a fool.’
She thought he would understand if she continued to avoid him, but his persistence held on. She came to realize that he would never give up on her.
While she stayed in the room, she started to plan what to do in the future.
First of all, she’ll have to take care of the trashy Gray. He will never take what was hers and stand in the position of Emperor.
At her time of death, if she didn’t die with her own hands, she would have to die at the hands of someone else.
Her goal: Enjoy her life, engrave herself in everyone’s memories, and then die.
“So, Mary, I’ll step up from now on.”
She brushed her long silver hair and left the room. She shook her head at the Palace that she couldn’t get used to.
Compared to her previous space, which was only white, this was filled with various colors.
She felt alive.
Each touch her hand experienced and each scent the tip of her nose encountered made her heart overwhelmed.
“Ah, I’m alive.”
Was it correct that she’s alive?
Was it Mary or her who was alive?
Was it Mary or her who died?
Unanswered questions filled her head. She shook her head to erase the useless thoughts.
She selfishly thought that she was the one who was alive and bit her lips gently.
“It’s windy outside, Princess.”
“It’s you, Carl. So what do we do? I want to get some air.”
Carl ran up to her and blocked her. He saw her lightly worn clothes and hurriedly turned his eyes.
“Then please stay for a moment. I’ll bring something to wear.”
“No, I don’t want to be alone.”
“……”
She pitifully lowered her eyes and grabbed Carl’s collar. Carl flinched and carefully released his hand.
She’s sure he was being careful because she’s about to get engaged, but will it be okay to avoid her touch now? He has gotten used to it
Before falling for Gray, Mary met many men and longed for love.
She hated being alone and was afraid of being forgotten. Her actions were neither wrong, but nor was it right.
“You don’t like me anymore?”
If others heard it, it wouldn’t be enough to swear at her. She was engaged, but she was still clinging to someone else. But it didn’t matter to her. She was not getting engaged to Gray.
Even spending time with him was a waste for such a guy. Carl might be better.
“……Then put this on at least. I’ll accompany you.”
Carl didn’t answer her question. He just took off his coat and placed it around her shoulder. What an amusing thing. Som many people liked Mary, but why did she choose Gray?
She almost cursed out of her mouth without realizing it. She walked around the garden with Carl to avoid Gray’s place.
Carl didn’t even ask her why she chose Gray and not him. He may be in love enough to respect Mary’s choice.
‘I’m sorry. But you don’t have the power to protect me.’
It was cruel but honest. Maybe he never asked her for anything else because he knew that too. He was firm even though she kept testing and shaking him around.
‘You’re such a fool.’
Honestly, power and position didn’t matter to her. But what if he died? She would have to endure it on her own then.
The day was quite creepy. If not, then maybe it was because she was not feeling well.
She hated this cold because she remembered her old self. She doesn’t like it when her body shrank. She stuck close to Carl and smiled innocently.
“Princess, I think you’d better go in.”
“But it’s not dark yet.”
“But…”
Carl blurred the end of his speech. He slightly moved away from her and coughed in vain.
What did Mary do after dark? His ears were dyed red.
“Okay, let’s go in.”
She stopped making fun of him and turned around. A short sigh came from Carl. She walked, looking forward as if she didn’t hear it.