The Villain is Being Suspiciously Kind

at if she stabbed them both in the back and said, “Both of you die!!”
“If you like someone, you want to give them lots of things.
You want to be kind to that person and protect them!”
Desian looked really embarrassed and a little confused.
It was in complete contrast to how Aaron looked today.
‘I think it’s better to cut if off at a time like this.’
Citrina tied up Aaron’s clever remarks.
“Yes.
That’s right…it’s because we like each other.
We can do a lot of fun things.”
“Yup! Let’s do lots of things before His Excellency Duke Pietro comes back.”
Citrina thought it her efforts were paying off.
Desian’s feelings had become much more vivid than in the original work.
And the manner in which to rehabilitate him had been decided.
‘This level is enough.’
Citrina grinned.
Desian’s expression while looking at her became strange.
“I want to ask you something, Citrina.”
Citrina thought the conversation was finished, but then Desian asked her slowly.
She was hearing a first in this conversation once more.
“What does it mean to like someone?”
This was something she had never expected Desian Pietro to ask.
Desian…kept trying to meet her gaze.
This made her think the rehabilitation project could somehow be completed quickly.
“You are curious about that person, you want to see that person a lot, and you are interested in that person…isn’t that what it means to like them?”
Citrina answered with difficulty.
Desian Pietro was as expressionless as ever.
He had learned etiquette and manners from Toloji.
That’s why he used formal language with Citrina.
But he was still like an empty shell that didn’t understand other people.
‘Do you perhaps understand what I am saying?’
She would like Desian to like other people.
Citrina became a bit desperate.
Desian killed Toloji and the head butler not too long ago, so she knew it as very unlikely.
“Ah, I see.”
“I understand perfectly.
I like you.”
Desian rose slowly, still with an expressionless face.
His eyes were sharp and cold, but there was something else in them as well.
“…Yes.”
However, Citrina couldn’t interpret what it was.
For today only, there was nothing for her to do but let Desian sort through his own thoughts.

Aaron quietly asked Citrina.
“Tea time, have you done this sort of thing a lot before?”
“…many times, I’ve done this.”
“Is that so…”
In front of a sullen Aaron, Citrina realized something.
Today’s tea time was really her first time.
This was the first time sitting with other nobles, drinking tea and treating each other as friends.
With this enlightenment, the afternoon tea time ended.
Tomorrow she would try something a little different.
She would have to do a little more thinking to come up with something that would push his spirit in a positive direction.

***

Meanwhile, Desian ended tea time in a somewhat muddled, possibly confused mood.
That day, he was troubled.
He thought of the afternoon tea time, the conversation with Citrina and Aaron, and the various meaningless things the duke and Toloji told him.
For someone like him who had lived indifferently up until now, it was like a wave crashing over him.
Desian felt the need to clarify this situation.
‘What is it to like?’
He didn’t feel anything for other people.
He didn’t feel anything when he killed Toloji.
But why did he feel so strange when he saw her?

Was it because she was the first person he met after feeling like he had been trapped underwater?
His consciousness had slowly emerged after Toloji had been gone for a long time.
And he met up with Citrina after killing Toloji.
He ran into her when he first felt like he had broken out from under the water and gotten free.
It was the sharpest first encounter after a world of emptiness.
‘It’s quite….
a headache.’
His expression was still languid.
He was still troubled by the side effects of that time.
His thoughts rang in his ears.
Along with the peculiar ringing in his ears was the question about what it was to like, which he had never considered before.
‘How does everyone know this feeling?’
Citrina asked if he liked summer roses… and the way she answered made if sound as if she liked them, so he had answered ‘maybe’ because she interesting.
Aaron on the other hand, made it clear at tea time that he like Citrina.
Aaron had said as much.
Desian liked Aaron and Citrina both.
However, something was bothering him.
His feelings for the two, were they really the same?
It was a question that gnawed at him.
Desian shook his head once.
He decided to go to the library.
There had to be something in the library that would help him answer the question.
The room he was staying in temporarily and Aaron’s room were separated, so he thought they would not run into each other.
That did not seem to be the case today.
“Brother, where are you going?”
Aaron asked as he laughed when encountering a silent Desian walking through the hallway.
Aaron seemed to become brighter everyday as he got away from the duke’s influence and spent more and more time with Citrina.
“The library.”
Desian replied quietly as he looked at Desian’s spotless bright eyes.
“Ah…Brother, but you know what!”
“Don’t go into the prison, Citrina too…tell her.”
Desian’s voice was cold.
Aaron seemed unconcerned even though he was deliberately interrupted.
Rather, he replied with a big smile.
“Yup! Thank you for your concern, Brother.”
“Concern?”
“Yup, concern.”
The more he faced Citrina and the more he talked to Aaron, the more tangled his thoughts felt.
Desian was determined to not answer him and remain silent.
He turned to continue his path to the library.
‘The prison still shouldn’t be opened, that’s all.’
Inside the prison were two corpses that would not decay.
The one who had tried to given him the potions-the dark wizard Toloji and the head butler, they had already died and become corpses.
Why don’t we let the duke discover them in the prison?
He was curious what the duke’s reaction would be.
In the end, his dreadful fear that the monster he had brought into the world would ruin everything would be realized.
How will the duke feel at that time? How would Desian feel?
There was a different kind of displeasure sitting weakly at the tip of his tongue.
Desian sluggishly opened and closed his eyes.
He was outside of the duke’s control for the first time.
He didn’t feel bad.
Desian entered the library after his brief chat with Aaron.
He glanced at the neatly organized bookshelves, the tables with signs of use, and the sunlight streaming through the windows.
His feet led him to the shelf with the book he was looking for.
It was his first time in the library since childhood.
Actually, his memory was blurry.
The only thing that was clear was the recent past and the present.
Desian began to read through the titles with languid eyes.


His mouth twisted at the sight.
The level was extremely infantile.
Besides, he had already mastered black magic.
‘It’s just…not a useful book.’
Walking slowly past several books, he stopped in front of a particular bookshelf.


He didn’t need help with magic, but…he was interested in this bookshelf.
Desian slowly opened the second book about emotional expression.
Human Emotional Expression?
He leaned against the bookshelf and began reading about a novel topic for Desian.
He slowly flipped through the thick volume.
He didn’t know how many minutes passed.
Desian absorbed the contents of the book.
It stated there were many ways one could like someone.
The interest of the person could range from a light affection to deep love.
‘So to like someone is to have affection for them?’
Desian finally had a definition for his feelings.
However, it was not a perfect explanation.
His feelings for Citrina, they were a little more affectionate
‘…to put it another way, it’s more of a heated feeling.’
Something like the summer heat when he first met her.
Soon, Desian’s gaze stopped further down on the page.
A sentence had caught his attention.