In fact, Seleste’s thoughts were simple.
As someone who had lived a second life, she naturally remembered clearly this guy who liked to cause her trouble.
In the previous life, it seemed that just because the Saintess was a little nice to him, he became her lapdog.
If she was a bit nicer to him herself first, maybe she could avoid trouble later.
At this moment, Seleste didn’t harbor any murderous intent.
After all, Vilan himself was just an idiot.
She wasn’t some bloodthirsty maniac either.
She simply thought of casually increasing his favorability so this idiot wouldn’t cause trouble for her like in the previous life.
Vilan first wiped the rain from his face, then suddenly heard Seleste’s words.
“You’re not in a convenient state right now, so I’ll give you the handkerchief. You can use it later.”
Seleste spoke rather reservedly, but Vilan could understand what she meant.
She was disgusted with him and didn’t want it back.
Vilan should have understood her psychology.
But after finally feeling some warmth, hearing such words made Vilan bite his lip, feeling a hint of resentment he hadn’t realized.
Vilan was aware.
This was a yuri world.
Most of these heroines had a common dislike for men.
“Thank you, sister.”
Vilan still pretended to be pitiful, showing a sincere gaze to Seleste.
Vilan knew what Seleste hated most was when men she disliked showed her those disgusting looks, so Vilan naturally kept his mind pure.
“Where are you going?”
Although Seleste knew Vilan’s destination was the same as hers, she still had to ask.
Come to think of it, she rarely interacted with the Banshee Clan in her previous life.
Why did a male Banshee like Vilan exist…?
Seleste shook her head, puzzled.
She had originally been quite interested in the Banshee Clan, even feeling they were mysterious and beautiful while looking at murals of past Queens of the Banshees.
But later, the Queen of the Banshees she learned about always seemed to lack some indescribable quality.
This made Seleste lose interest in the entire Banshee Clan and abandon her curiosity.
In fact, the Banshee Clan was divided and weakened by surrounding Kingdoms, eventually heading towards extinction in her view.
Thinking of this, Seleste glanced at Vilan.
Come to think of it, when she killed Vilan, didn’t this brat have the unique feathered horns of the Royal Family of the Queens of the Banshees on his head?
The Queen of the Banshees she visited later didn’t have such feathered horns.
Was there some secret behind it?
Thinking of this, Seleste felt Vilan wasn’t so boring after all.
“Aurora Academy.”
Vilan answered politely.
Seleste nodded indifferently.
“Looks like luck is on our side. We’re heading the same way. Tuze, let’s go. Continue on the original path.”
“Yes, Miss.”
Seleste propped her chin up, her face filled with lazy coldness as she looked out the window.
The heavy rain was still falling, and the carriage swayed over the muddy ground.
Vilan glanced at Seleste, then lowered his head.
He thought, what luck, what misfortune.
But being able to hitch a ride was nice.
“Sister, what’s your name?”
Originally, Vilan hadn’t planned to talk to Seleste, but that would seem rude.
And rude people were a type Seleste hated.
Even if he couldn’t make Seleste like him, at least he couldn’t become someone this heroine hated.
Now, he should be two years younger than the heroine, so calling her sister was normal.
“Seleste Rosenthal.”
“Rosenthal… Sister, are you from the Royal Family?”
Rosenthal—this surname represented both their country and the Royal Capital.
It was a very prominent name.
Vilan remembered in the original work, Seleste was the youngest Princess of the Rosenthal Royal Family.
Her parents died young, and no one told her that to truly awaken her family bloodline, she needed to kill her own kin.
Young Seleste was targeted by her brothers and sisters without knowing why.
But as the saying goes, a triangle is stable.
There were three Royal heirs, and as the youngest Princess, Seleste wasn’t restrained by anyone.
Her childhood was spent in the struggles of her older siblings.
Until her second brother was killed by her eldest sister, some of the Servants who cared for her found an opportunity to send Seleste out of the Kingdom to Aurora Academy.
Thus began Seleste’s path of reversal.
Vilan looked at Seleste.
In the plot, first the butler sided with the Great Princess, intending to assassinate Seleste on the carriage.
But Seleste dodged, joined forces with the knight Tuze, and counterattacked, killing the old butler.
On the carriage, she also learned the whole truth, destined to fight her sister to the bitter end.
Now, this was no longer a false game world.
All emotions were real.
So under Seleste’s indifferent demeanor, was there sadness too?
“Mm…”
Seleste pondered for a moment and looked at Vilan.
“And you?”
“Vilan Gray. On the way to Aurora Academy, I was attacked by some bad people. Thanks to Sister’s help, I got to ride the carriage.”
Vilan’s face was still full of sincerity, his eyes shining with deep gratitude toward Seleste.
Seleste wasn’t surprised.
In her memories, Vilan was always the kind of idiot who remembered the kindness of others.
But why did he walk the path of Blood Magic and become her enemy?
Was it really because she stole the girl he had a crush on?
“No need to thank me.”
Seleste’s tone was still indifferent.
Looking at her lazy, cold appearance, it was hard to imagine what could draw her attention.
After that, Seleste turned to look out the window without another word.
Vilan wasn’t surprised.
It was already impressive that Seleste had been able to talk to him for so long earlier.
Vilan looked down at the dress he was wearing, feeling inexplicably helpless.
Would this appearance make Seleste see him as even more of a pervert?
The two spent the rest of the time in this strange silence.
Seleste had also escaped in the middle of the night.
Now, it was even later.
Seleste yawned, and as she withdrew her gaze from the window, she found that Vilan had already turned his back to her and fallen asleep on the seat.
In this environment, Vilan already felt uncomfortable, soaked and cold, with the pain from his memories.
He should have been filled with insomnia and melancholy.
But at this moment, the intertwining pain made him choose to forget everything and sink into sleep.
Seleste’s gaze lingered on Vilan’s back for a moment.
A faint smile appeared on her calm face.
“Like this, he really does look like a little girl.”
With that, it seemed she cast some Magic on herself and closed her eyes, leaning against the carriage and falling into a deep sleep.
However, just as Seleste was about to fall asleep, a sound startled her awake.
“Tsk.”
Seleste frowned and opened her eyes to find the source.
Maybe because Vilan’s clothes were still wet, or for some other reason, at this moment, he was curled up, trembling all over, muttering something under his breath.
“Mom… don’t go…”
Seleste listened closely, and upon hearing Vilan’s words, her expression softened a little.
Perhaps this idiot, whom she had particularly disliked in her previous life, also had an unknown side?
After a moment, Seleste gave a bitter smile.
The Fire Element in her hand gathered into a flame, illuminating the surroundings and providing warmth.
As the fire approached, Vilan’s trembling eased.
“Be grateful. You’re facing away from me, so you’re a bit easier on the eyes.”
“……”