The Villain is Being Suspiciously Kind

Chapter 6

Desian’s magic is somewhat unstable and he’s hated by the duke, so his reputation in the mansion isn’t that good.

‘I don’t know why the duke suddenly allowed me and Desian to meet.’

This is not a trivial matter to just let it happen, but Citrina nodded.

“Is that so? It’s the common room, right?” Asked Citrina as she placed a flower on the book she was reading.

It’s a book that she’ll introduce to Aron which will aid him for his future of being a knight.

The butler, Heled, noticed the book she was reading, and replied slowly, “…No. You are going to the garden. Young master Desian hates the indoors.”

She stood up slowly and checked her clothes for a moment.

“Okay. Then, I’ll go now.”

The butler opened the door for her. Citrina went straight to the garden and didn’t look back. Thanks to the clear sky and moderately cool breeze, she’s enjoying her walk even if it’s the midst of summer.

‘Soon, I’m going to meet the villain, Desian Pietro.’

She’ll soon be meeting Desian, but she wasn’t nervous about meeting the man who will have a big influence/impact in her life.

‘Yes. I just need to get a little closer to him. We have a lot of time together, so I just need to teach him about emotions. If I get too close, I’ll just get involved with his case, and I might die…’

Citrina’s mind was being logically organized.

She is not a god of this world, she just knows what will happen in the future, but she couldn’t change the world.

Either way, if she dies, that’s just it. Citrina bit her lips.

“Citrina, I will escort you.”

“Thank you, Heled.”

With the butler as the escort, she headed to the garden at the outer residence.

There was a subtle scent of summer that was tickling her at the tip of her nose.

She will meet the villain for the first time in this season.

“This is the way to the garden.” Heled nodded and bowed his head. He seemed unable to enter.

Citrina took a step in the beautifully decorated garden. As soon as she stepped in, she could see his back.

Surprisingly, he’s standing near the beautiful row of roses. According to the book she read earlier, in this world flowers do not wither that’s why many people love them.

It’s no wonder there are so many flowers in the duke’s garden.

Apparently, looking at the tall man’s back, she ended up admiring it.

He has wider shoulders than she thought, and taller. He’s still a boy, but if she talks to him in moderation he won’t be agitated.

“That person would be Desian Pietro.”

The small and confused Citrina relaxed as she went forward. It’s the middle of summer, so the plants in the garden are blooming.

Citrina held her gaze. She doesn’t know how long she had been staring but his back is getting closer.

At this point, Desian might have noticed if it was an enemy. However, he did not turn around.

As she took a few steps, she thought of the several topics she prepared. Soon, she was close to Desian whose back faced her.

Citrina called him as if she was knocking on a door, “Desian Pietro, right?”

The voice was as bright as possible. Will he answer to the call?

A boy, taller than her, replied slowly as he slowly turned. She heard a low voice close to him.

Is it the shadows of the tree branches or scars embedded on his face?

Despite his handsome looks, he looked a little gloomy. In addition, Citrina thought that he had a great voice.

‘Of course, I think I’d better say half as much as any other nobles…’

Citrina stammered. As it turned out, Toluji wanted to raise Desian into a complete and elegant secret weapon. So to teach the elegant social practice…

‘In the original version, Desian used his eloquent mouth to woo women.’

She had a bit of anticipation when he spoke, but after all, nothing has changed yet.

Citrina watched him with great concentration.

She thought there was nothing wrong with it, but something had clearly changed, she just doesn’t know if this is something to be happy about.

‘Something is different.’

Meanwhile, Desian was a kind of weapon that was tamed by the great mage, Toluji, but as he was not present, Desian was slowly gaining his consciousness that was like submerged in deep waters.

It meant that everything that was coming to him now felt different from before.

Desian thought she was like any other, giving off the feeling of a loved one. It was those kinds of things that he despised.

So he turned around cynically. But when he faced her, he knew his thoughts were wrong.

Her eyes were plain green.

However, there was no hypocrisy in those eyes. Even if Desian dies right now, she wouldn’t bat an eye.

No one has ever thought of saving him.

A creep like him.

‘I thought what I’d get is some sort of pity.’

Everyone knew what he was. Most people sympathize with him, hold him in contempt or cut him like a thorn. Which of which, Desian was not interested.

But this woman was different. She looks at him like she was looking at nothing.

‘Strange.’

No contempt, disgust, sympathy, there was no such thing in her eyes, just a strange indifference.

But there is a sense of vitality in it. The will to live. He’s seen a lot from people but it’s unlike this one.

He never felt so curious about other people, but those sparkling eyes like jewels… he wants.

Is it because his consciousness was out of Tolujo’s control even so slightly, or…

“Your eyes are beautiful.”

Desian said in a low voice as he looked down on Citrina. No one knew, but this was more likely the first word he purposely said to someone.

“That’s kind of you. Thank you. ”

She replied in a good manner, but as usual, with apathy in her eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Desian. I’m Citrina Foluin from a Baron’s house.”

“… Citrina.”

He tried to pronounce through his teeth. A round but not immaculate pronunciation is formed at the tip of his tongue.

“Please, call me Citrina. Ah, isn’t it hot?”

She intimately started to speak about the weather. It was a sweet and friendly attitude that contrasted with her indifferent face.

An exhilarating sensation passed by Desian’s fingers.

He wasn’t used to this kind of sensation. It wasn’t the kind of person that saw him as disgusting or dirty, pitiful or with hate. This woman only looked at him as an object when she approached.

“Hot,” he replied. There was definitely a little heat in his voice which was always monotonous.

“Even though it’s a little hot, summer is the season when roses bloom, I like it. It may have thorns but it’s still beautiful.”

Hearing her soft voice, he smiled for a moment. Citrina, who had a glimpse of his smile, smiled a little wider.

“Desian, do you have something you like? Do you like summer or roses that bloom in summer?”

What he likes, he doesn’t know, but if he looks for an answer.

“… Perhaps.”

He brushed his hair with a languid face.

“I want to like everything you like.”

“But, why?”

“It’s fun to just have one thing to like.” Citrina was dressed brightly like the sun, he thought before answering slowly.

“I see.”

It’s fun to just have one thing to like.

The words remained in her mind like a remnant.

Maybe from the time Citrina was aware of her previous life, all of this may have been foretold. As the sense of control over Desian has disappeared, he became aware of Citrina.

“I’m curious.”

Now the clock of fate was slowly shifting.

“Of what you like the most.”

The meeting was intense.

As Citrina was the first person to pull him out from the water, Desian was the same. He was the one that woke up her innermost feelings.

“What do I like the most?”

She couldn’t say anything.

No one has ever asked about her.

It means no one was curious about what she likes, not even Elena.

The locked gazes of Citrina and Desian hang in the air.

In his emotionless gaze, she can see the faint emotion swirling in his eyes.