I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 108: Romeo And Juliet (2)

Chapter 108: Romeo And Juliet (2)

She was just so tired of it all.

At this point, losing another regression point didn’t even matter. What difference would it make?

There was nothing she could do. No way to fight back. No power to resist.

She felt helpless.

So, she did the only thing she could think of.

With trembling hands, she took the pouch and drank it.

The effects hit almost instantly. Her vision blurred at the edges, the center spinning, her head growing lighter by the second.

I really am dying...

And with that final thought, she collapsed into darkness.

"Ah!" Evelyn jolted awake, disoriented.

Her head throbbed with confusion, and worse, she couldn’t access her magic. Not even a flicker. Then again, that was expected. Magic suppression was standard in dungeon cells like this.

But something felt off beneath her hand.

A body.

"V-Verena?!" she gasped, eyes widening as she recognized the unconscious girl beside her.

"Poor you..." came Norvan’s voice, laced with mock pity. A low laugh followed. "Did you know? Verena drank the poison I gave her—because she thought you had died."

"H-How did you..."

"Ah... I just happen to possess a little something that makes me resistant to the effects of this dungeon. Lucky me, right?"

"Stop this, Norvan!"

"Oh, now you care?" he scoffed. "If you hadn’t avoided me—if you’d just chosen me—none of this would’ve happened."

Norvan was the kind of man who believed affection was something owed. And because he was handsome, spoke with a smooth voice, and carried the weight of tragic charm, the readers always let him get away with it.

"I..." Evelyn’s voice trembled. Her eyes glistened. It had been days—days of aching, longing, trying to prove she could stand on her own.

She had thought independence meant leaving Verena behind. She had been so, so wrong.

Norvan’s smile faltered.

He hated it.

He hated how those tears weren’t for him.

He was sure she wouldn’t do it. To him, Evelyn had always been a trembling rabbit—too soft, too cowardly. Never someone who could truly defy him.

Her fingers curled around the dagger’s hilt.

For a moment, she simply stared at her reflection in the blade—pink eyes, trembling lips, a girl who had been pushed too far.

Then, slowly, she lifted it to her chest.

Norvan’s smirk faltered.

"I’d rather die beside her... than live under you," she whispered.

She looked up at him, eyes glassy, lips parted. Fragile.

And then, in a blink, she pivoted.

The dagger plunged forward, not into her chest—

—but straight into his.

His eyes went wide, a gasp tearing from his throat as the blade sank between his ribs. Blood spattered her hands, hot and immediate.

"Wha... you—!"

Norvan staggered back, hand clutching the wound, disbelief etched across his face.

Evelyn didn’t flinch.

Not anymore.

This wasn’t the Evelyn he knew.

Sure, he had his own twisted version of character development, but Evelyn had hers too.

In the best and worst way imaginable.

"Did you really think you could fool me?" she sighed, her voice steady now. "That wasn’t poison. It was a temporal suppressant, meant to knock her out, not kill her. You didn’t want her dead. You wanted me desperate."

Norvan staggered back, his face pale as he processed her words. "No... this... this isn’t what—"

Before he could finish, Evelyn moved like a blur. Her dagger slashed upward with surgical precision.

The blade sank deep into his neck. He barely had time to gasp before the edge severed his head clean from his shoulders.

It happened so quickly that Norvan didn’t even get to react, his eyes wide, filled with shock.

His decapitated head hit the stone floor with a sickening thud, rolling away like a discarded trophy.

Evelyn stood over his lifeless body, breathing heavily, her expression devoid of emotion.

"Goodbye, Norvan," she muttered, her voice carrying no trace of mercy. "You were never worth the effort."

He was clever, but there was one fatal flaw he couldn’t escape.

He looked down on people.

"EVELYN!"

Clarina’s voice broke through the silence, her breath coming in quick, panicked gasps. She was following Evelyn because she knew the girl would be hasty. Then once she saw the bloodied mess before her, her face twisted in horror.

Evelyn... had done this?

Clarina stood frozen, unable to process the scene, but then she met Evelyn’s calm, almost casual gaze.

"... please, help me clean up," Evelyn said softly, as if asking for a simple favor.

The woman was overwhelmed with questions—how, why, what had happened—but something about Evelyn’s tone made her hesitate.

She chose not to speak, not to ask. There was no time for that now.

With a deep breath, she nodded, stepping forward to follow Evelyn’s quiet request.

***

"...?"

Again.

Verena slowly stirred awake, her mind foggy from the constant blackouts.

But this time, something was different. It was familiar. She was in her own room, the soft embrace of her bed cradling her weary body.

The chirps of birds outside, a sound she hadn’t heard in what felt like an eternity, a contrast to the suffocating silence of the prison cell she’d been trapped in for days.

Her wounds were carefully bandaged, the pain dulling under the tender care.

Then, she felt it—someone gently took her hand, their lips brushing against it in a soft, affectionate kiss.

Evelyn?

What... happened?

[System Notification: Event Completed]

[The Damsel has saved her Knight and slain the Dragon.]

Wait... KILLED?!

[System Notification: Affection Update!]

[Target: Evelyn Ashbourne]

[+10 Affection Points Earned!]

[Affection Points: 80]

When Evelyn saw Verena stir awake, her eyes brightened with relief. "Verena! You’re awake!"

"Y-Yeah... Where are the others?" Verena asked, still groggy.

"Resting..." Evelyn’s voice faltered for a moment, then softened. "How are you feeling?"

"Good..." Verena murmured.

Evelyn gently took Verena’s hand and cupped it against her cheek.

The touch was tender—nothing forceful, nothing too intimate—just a soft, caring gesture.

It was the kind of affection one might show to someone fragile, someone they’d feared losing.

"I’ve missed you..." Evelyn whispered. She tightened her grip on Verena’s hand, holding it with a sense of desperation. "May I... make you feel good...?"

It was the first time Evelyn had ever asked for consent, her usual boldness replaced by a rare vulnerability.

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