I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead
Chapter 84: Just Evelyn

Chapter 84: Just Evelyn

She immediately tuned into the threads of reality, her consciousness slipping between fractured timelines.

Every strand pulsed with volatile energy, threatening to tear her apart. The pressure surged.

Too much, too fast like her entire being was on the verge of combustion just to escape this one doomed ending.

Her soul stretched thin, fraying at the edges, until it was ripped from the moment and hurled into the void between regressions.

The pain was physical. Real.

"Begone," she commanded, her voice trembling across the Weave.

She funneled every ounce of energy into that single thread. Cutting it, erasing it. One clean strike through fate itself.

And just like that, the moment was gone.

She blinked.

She was back.

The corridor stood empty. No shadows. No blade. No man.

No Norvan.

Her knees buckled.

"Mmph—!" She clamped a hand over her mouth, but it was too late.

She doubled over, retching, her body heaving as her mind throbbed with static pain. Reality had been rewritten, but at a cost.

"Verena?"

The voice was soft. Familiar. But it sent a cold shiver down her spine.

She turned slowly and there stood Evelyn, smiling gently, like nothing had ever happened. Like she hadn’t chosen the opposing side. Like betrayal didn’t hang between them like a curtain of thorns.

"E—" Verena tried to speak, but the bile rose again. Her stomach twisted violently, and she doubled over, vomiting onto the marble floor.

From her sleeve, Saphira slithered out, her serpentine eyes wide with worry, coiling protectively around Verena’s wrist.

"Verena!" Evelyn rushed forward, catching her before she could collapse. Her arms were warm.

Verena’s mind was a storm. She shouldn’t have doubted Norvan. Of course he would snap.

She’d ruined his plan, upended everything they’d worked toward. Of course he’d try to kill her.

"Don’t worry," Evelyn whispered, holding her close. "I’m here."

Verena wanted to push her away. She should’ve. Every logical part of her screamed not to fall for this again. But her body betrayed her. Shaking, burning, overwhelmed by the recoil to delete that moment. Her strength was gone. Her will frayed.

So, she leaned in. Just this once.

And she let herself fall into Evelyn’s arms.

Evelyn helped her, one steady step at a time, until they finally reached Verena’s dorm.

Thankfully, Sera wasn’t there. She couldn’t bear anyone else seeing her like this.

She collapsed onto the bed, the weight of her body sinking into the mattress.

The energy coursing through her veins was unbearable, like wildfire under her skin. Hot, erratic, consuming. Every breath was a battle.

She felt herself drifting, wavering between consciousness and feverish haze.

In that dazed in-between, she was given water, cool against her burning throat, and arms that held her with surprising tenderness.

Through the inferno that wracked her body, there was something steady. Something gentle. A quiet presence that didn’t demand anything of her.

Just warmth.

Just care.

Just... Evelyn.

Just Evelyn?...

Just Evelyn.

It was quieter than it should’ve been.

At this hour, Sera would usually be humming some awful tune, throwing off her boots, and loudly complaining about whatever mess she’d gotten into that day.

But there was nothing. No footsteps. No sounds from the other side of the room. Just silence.

[SYSTEM WARNING: ANOMALY DETECTED]

[EVELYN HAS TAMPERED WITH REALITY]

"Evelyn...?" Verena’s voice was hoarse, wary.

The other girl sat beside her, fingers gently brushing strands of hair from Verena’s fevered forehead. Her smile was calm—too calm.

"Verena," Evelyn began softly, "while you were gone... something changed. I started seeing the Threads. Not just sensing them... seeing them. Like rivers running through everything. I followed them, and... I saw they’d been tampered with."

Balance Magic.

Rare. Dangerous. The closest mimicry to the First Weaver. The one who stitched the Threads of Zephylis into the Cosmic Tapestry. A power not meant to bend reality but to balance it. A mediator between chaos and order. A tether, not a scalpel.

But in the wrong hands...

"You’ve been meddling with time," Evelyn whispered. It wasn’t a question. "I couldn’t change much," she said quietly. "The world is still too vast... the forces too strong. But you?"

She reached out, her fingers cold where they touched Verena’s. "You’re here. For now... at least, you’re mine."

"What did you do?!" Verena’s voice cracked, half from fury, half from the sickness still gnawing at her insides.

"I deleted a lot of people," she said with a breezy, almost childlike laugh. "All the ones who got in the way. I love you, Verena... I truly do."

Evelyn had taken advantage of her weakness.

Somewhere, when Verena wasn’t paying attention, Evelyn had tampered with her constitution.

Quietly. Methodically. Making sure she stayed fragile. Dependent. Defanged.

"There are no more castles," Evelyn whispered sweetly, leaning closer. "Only mine. So please... stay with me, my knight."

She’d clipped Verena’s wings while she wasn’t looking. She cut them clean off.

Why had the affection points gone up if Evelyn had become more dangerous?

Wasn’t the system supposed to protect her? Wasn’t love supposed to redeem?

But this wasn’t love.

This was ownership, dressed in the language of devotion. And Verena had fallen asleep at the gates.

"As you wish..." Verena breathed, letting the words fall like dead weight from her lips.

this was what she hated most about people like Evelyn. The co-dependent ones.

If they ever lost the person they clung to, they’d twist the world itself to make sure that person clung back.

They’d burn everything just to be needed.

"I’m so glad you understand," Evelyn murmured, her smile soft, victorious.

But she had miscalculated.

There was one thing Evelyn hadn’t seen. One anomaly outside the threads she tried so desperately to control.

Saphira.

"Saphira, now!" Verena roared.

In a flash of arcane light, the serpent leapt from her sleeve and wrapped around her, body shimmering with celestial glyphs.

In that moment, their souls synchronized. Verena and Saphira becoming one.

Power surged through her veins. Her vision cleared. Her limbs no longer trembled.

And for the first time in what felt like forever,Verena could stand.

"What... what happened?!" Evelyn gasped.

"I’m sorry," Verena murmured.

While Evelyn had been distracted, Saphira absorbed the chaos she’d created.

Every distortion, every thread out of place. That energy now surged through Verena’s veins.

In one swift motion, it gathered in her hand. Blazing, uncontrollable.

Then, she struck.

Her fist slammed into Evelyn’s chest, tearing through.

Blood splattered everywhere.