[Part 2] Death Is The Only Ending For The Villain (FOR OFFLINE READING PURPOSE)

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It was early the next morning. I got up early and headed for the dining hall, as I promised the butler the day before.

Even though I was half asleep, my mind was busy. After breakfast, I saw the Duke off, and it was pretty hard to meet Eclise just before class.

But we arrived at the dining room before I finished my plans. "It's your first time since the renovation, my lady."

The butler who came to pick me up explained me. He was right. Originally, I only played in my room and ate rice with on my own, but I had never been near the dining room due to repair work.

"You can look forward to it."

With a word of significance, the butler soon opened the dining room's door. And the open space, I don't know what the hell it was about, but it was completely different.

'Oh...'

It was amazingly colorful and extravagant. The row of gold and flowers arranged from place to place. At first glance, it was dizzy and hectic, but if you looked closely, it was more harmonious than you thought. He seemed to have paid considerable attention to the design.

While looking through the interior of a strange place, I suddenly saw a flower that stood out of nowhere. It was the flower that decorated the interior of the dining room the most.

'What..'

Attractive rose vines.

That's a voracious fleshy rose vine.

-The Ellen Wick Rose.

The other day, I had a luncheon in the greenhouse because of the renovation. The Duke answered to my interest for this plant that had roughly surrounded to avoid the quarrel of Reynold.

Come to think of it, then I thought it was the first time when the Duke talked to me for no particular purpose or reason.

'I guess he just liked that flower.'

I thought with an effort of cynicism, desperately pressing down on the insides because of nausea. Excessive meaning was bound to bring about a backlash.

Fortunately, I couldn't think of the nightmare of starving with food in front of me, perhaps because the inside was completely changed.

Unlike earlier one made of oak wood, the luxurious marble table had already been seated. The Duke, sitting at the top of the ladder, greeted.

"You're here."

"Good morning. Father, brother."

"Good morning, frozen to death. Don't you go early?"

Yeh guy with his pink hair got into a fight for being only a few minutes late. "Stop it, Renald."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Heck! My father always tells me something."

The Duke's eyes were on me, and the mouth was closed because of fear. Derrick just stared at me silently with his usual expressionless face. I'd been through it a few times, and now I was quite used to

it, so I was not impressed by the neglect of greetings. "Let's do it."

Except for the early morning hours, it was an unusual breakfast. There was only occasional clatter of tableware in the luxurious and quiet dining room.

"...Now, a few days later, it's your birthday, Penelope."

At the middle of the breakfast, the Duke suddenly spoke. I replied with a smile, even though it was a subject that made me sick.