The Villainess Lives Twice

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However, no matter how noble she was, she was so pitiful that people could not help but pity her rather than despise her.

The escort knights and attendants who followed Artizea stirred up.

They did this even though they knew how Miraila had treated Artizea before her marriage.

Hayley looked at Artizea awkwardly.
Artizea had an expressionless face that she couldn’t understand what was inside.

“Your Grace.”

Lysia carefully called out Artizea.

Artizea slowly turned her steps towards Miraila.

Alphonse took a step back and opened a path for her.

“Tia.”

Miraila sobbed and looked up at Artizea.

Artizea held out a hand to Lysia.
Lysia was startled, and quickly she handed a handkerchief that was in her hand.

“Mother.”

Artizea said in a calm voice and bent her body.
Then she put the handkerchief against Miraila’s eyes.

Miraila’s face lit up with a glimmer of hope.

But Artizea spoke in a voice that was relentlessly calm.

“I did not abandon mother because mother beat me or treated me harshly.”

“Ti, Tia… … .”

“Because my mother is of no use to what I am trying to do.”

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It was really true.

Artizea had never thought of resenting her or abandoning her, no matter what Miraila had done to her.

Even when she was betrayed by Lawrence and died, she did not resent Miraila.

When she heard the news that Miraila was dead, she didn’t think it was a bad thing, although she could feel that she didn’t have much feelings inside her anymore.

Miraila read the sincerity in Artizea’s eyes.

“Tia… … .”

She was stunned.

Artizea placed the handkerchief in Miraila’s hand and raised herself.

“Let’s go.”

As if nothing had happened, Artizea left the place with an elegant and dignified gait.

The attendants, who had cast their sympathetic glances at Miraila for a moment, followed Artizea as if they had forgotten.

Miraila wailed on the spot, clutching the handkerchief.

The maids surrounded Miraila, unable to sympathize or touch her.

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As soon as she got into the carriage, Artizea let out a sigh.
She rested her head against the glass window.

Lysia looked at her carefully.
Being tired has been a constant thing lately.
Rather, it seemed more so after arriving in the capital than on the journey.

‘Because it was understandable.’

Artizea moved so much that Lysia wondered if her life on the stronghold had really been idle.

It was the same when she didn’t even see any outsider guests.
People who came in through the back door constantly came in and out.

Even when she’s alone for a while, the brain inside her white forehead must be constantly engaged in complex activities.

It was beyond Lysia’s imagination, who emptied her thoughts by moving her body.

In addition to that, today is not going to be a good day.

Although Artizea left with a cold expression on her face, Lysia saw her hand trembling faintly.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine.”

“You shouldn’t have had to be so cold… … .”

Lysia didn’t say that out of sympathy for Miraila.
On the contrary, Artizea looked distressed.

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She thought it might have been easier for Artizea to say that she forgave Miraila.

She wasn’t asking for forgiveness.
There is no need for her to be cruel at the cost of her own suffering.

It would be better for her to just ignore it and forget about it.

“Coming to the Imperial Palace, you didn’t think of the chance of meeting your mother? That’s fine.”

Artizea replied with her eyes closed.

“I did it because it was necessary.”

Lysia’s idea was right.

Artizea wasn’t treating her coldly because of emotional problems.

She is not out for revenge, but in order to win the war.

‘Your mother probably knows about that.’

But Miraila would understand superficially that Artizea had chosen the Empress over her.

It would make Miraila more miserable if she did so for power rather than for revenge or resentment.

The Emperor is right.
Miraila was a poor woman.

She suffered all the misfortunes that a powerless and beautiful woman could suffer because of money and power.

Miraila is the flower of the Emperor, a lovely cat that sits on his lap.
Scratches to the Emperor can be forgiven, but the power she holds is not hers.

Artizea knew why Miraila gave birth to her and kept her alive.

She gave birth to Artizea because she only wanted something of her own.

She was spontaneous and capricious, and because of her impatient temper she was ruthless and abusive.

But it was true that she risked her life to give birth.

Artizea knew that while Miraila was berating and cursing Artizea for not being pretty, she was determined not to make Artizea like herself.

That was all the more reason why abandoning her as a powerful person made Miraila feel like she was being pushed off a cliff.

Artizea could do it to anyone if necessary.

‘How can such a human being be a saintess, is it possible?’

Artizea looked down at her right hand.

A thin ring of light appeared around her index finger.

It is so blurry that it is impossible to recognize unless it was looked at with keen eyes.

There was no clearer evidence than this.

Artizea extinguished the light before Hayley or Lysia realized it.