Villainesses in Romance Fantasy Become Obsessed

47. Changes of the Villains (6)

47. Change of Villains (6)

Princess of Orcia.

Charlotte.

She classified her personality into two branches.

One is Charlotte, Princess of Orcia.

One is Charlotte, a human born in Orcia.

Why are personalities divided into two categories?

The answer to that is ‘guilty’.

In order not to die suppressed by guilt, I split into two personalities to survive.

‘As the princess of Orcia, this was the right thing to do. That way she justified herself.’

Human Charlotte had a self-justification that she couldn’t handle.

As a result, the human Charlotte is now trapped in a prison of guilt.

Because she judged her own guilt.

“I’ve committed an unforgivable sin… I’m sorry for comparing you to me… That, that was something I shouldn’t have done. Please, punish me for my wrongdoing, Damien.”

Charlotte knelt on her floor, holding my arm eagerly.

Shedding tears, she desperately hoped for salvation.

However, there was nothing I could do for her now.

‘Was it a switch to apologize to me? I’ve never acted like this crazy before.’

Confused.

It is difficult to understand Charlotte’s state of mind.

The most probable thing is that the act of apologizing has washed away the previous guilt.

‘I was thinking of apologizing to myself, but then I thought of things I had to apologize to others as well.’

Like a bomb explodes, and nearby bombs explode in a chain reaction.

A huge bomb exploded in Charlotte’s mind.

That’s probably because it followed me for a long time today.

It was my mistake in giving her time to build up the bombs.

“This doesn’t appear in the original work, and there’s no description, so how do I know! It’s a big deal, really.”

“Damn, please… Damian, punish me as much as you want until your wrath subsides. I’ve only killed several innocent people… scum. A murderer. Please…”

Charlotte couldn’t stand her guilt, so she wanted to punish me instead.

Fortunately, it was night, so there were no eyes nearby.

However, we do not know how long this situation will continue.

I grabbed Charlotte’s soggy arm.

“First of all, wake up. Charlotte.”

“No. I’m better off being on the floor. I’m the kind of person who should be.”

My self-esteem is crawling on the floor.

I had to turn that guilt switch off somehow.

“…I’ll give you the punishment you want. Let’s move to another place. How is it?”

At my suggestion, Charlotte smiled brightly like a priest who met God.

“I like anywhere, even if it’s hell.”

“…Okay, let’s go.”

I can’t send you to hell.

May Charlotte pay for her sins less painfully.

Charlotte can never tolerate his own happiness.

I felt sorry for her and gently held her hand.

‘Charlotte just couldn’t help the environment.’

There is no evil woman in the world without reason.

***

The Charlotte I saw in the novel was a calculating and rational person.

He moves as much as possible in a direction that is beneficial to himself, and never moves in a direction that is detrimental by tapping the calculator.

It was because it would be difficult for him to survive in Orsia Kingdom if he had not done so.

‘Was the episode you remember related to the coachman?’

Charlotte was blocked by a big wall called Elisha.

Unable to seduce her prince, she has no choice but to drug the prince and kidnap him to her kingdom in order to preserve her life.

The prince asked why he had done this while his whole body was tied up in the kingdom.

‘Why did you arrange this?’

Charlotte’s answer was calm.

‘Because if I don’t do it, I’ll die. Prince. Have you ever killed a citizen who was supposed to rule with your own hands?’

‘… No.’

‘I have. It was when I was 7 years old. It wasn’t even the first kill. In order not to disobey my father, I killed a middle-aged coachman with a family.’

The reason the coachman died was simple.

‘My father wanted to eat horse meat.’

‘By the way, why did you kill the coachman?’

‘If there are no horses, there is no need for a coachman anymore. They asked me, a 7-year-old, to take care of it. With the prostitutes I got from somewhere next to me.’

So.

Charlotte said that he killed the coachman to survive.

Take the kitchen knife that existed in the kitchen and go to the empty stable.

He hid the knife behind his innocent face.

Then, it is said that the coachman stabbed him in the back while he was careless.

‘The coachman did not resent me as he died. I’m killing Rather, he looked at me with pity?’

How could a child who knew nothing do such a thing?

Seeing the young Charlotte killing himself, the coachman muttered pitifully.

‘But I didn’t know and didn’t do it. I did it knowing everything for me to live… As I became my father’s killing toy… I survived. Because I am Charlotte, the princess of Orcia.’

According to the description, Charlotte was smiling at this time.

He was written somewhere like a broken man, he is rationalizing his actions and bemoaning himself at the same time.

‘As a result, he killed the king he hated with his own hands and asked the crown prince to kill him.’

Abandoned himself and ran away at the same time as he was born.

I miss my mother who was a dancer.

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Charlotte was killed by the Crown Prince.

And, she considered it salvation.

“I have so many sins. I am a man who must die.”

“…Could you stop saying that, Charlotte? I’ve heard it over 10 times.”

“But it’s true. My hands are stained with blood. They are dirty hands.”

Charlotte smiles with regret.

Currently, Charlotte and I are at Nadia’s art studio.

Why is it Nadia’s art studio…

‘There’s no place to go at night, and there’s no better soundproofed place than an art studio.’

If Nadia wasn’t there the other day, ‘Go in first and rest. I like it when the art room is filled with the smell of Damian.’

She gave her her spare key.

Crucially, today Nadia was likely to be in her dorm.

“For now, Charlotte.”

“Yes, Damian.”

I put her Charlotte in her chair and sat in front of her, facing her.

“Didn’t you say you wanted to be punished by me?”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for comparing you to a murderer like me. Punish me until your anger subsides. Please.”

“Is that ‘bee’ okay in any form?”

In any form.

In words that stimulate the imagination.

Charlotte nodded her head, her expression brightening.

“Sure! I’m ready to pay for all my sins!”

She’s not the usual arrogant Charlotte, she doesn’t fit in very well.

To her shed her soft smile.

To make her free from the guilt of her past.

I decided to use the method that seemed to be the most effective.

“Charlotte, did you say you are guilty now?”

“Yes, I am guilty. I must be punished in some way.”

“Then, let’s do this.”

Pair!

I clapped and shouted loudly for persuasion.

“Tell me one of your sins.”

“My sins…? Too many. One of them?”

“Okay, first lie down here on the sofa and then close your eyes.”

“Okay.”

Charlotte followed my words without saying anything, lay down on the sofa and closed her eyes.

It moved as I controlled it.

I whispered softly into Charlotte’s ear as she closed her eyes.

“Put your hands on your belly. Then, take a deep breath.”

“Sup-“

“Spit it out.”

“Whoa-“

Good.

You seem to be willing to follow my treatment.

I savor the smell of Charlotte’s flesh permeating my nose.

He whispered softly in her ear.

“I want to hear the most memorable of your sins.”

“…If that’s the case, will my sins against you be cleared away?”

“Yes, it can go away.”

From now on, the crime of the case you are going to talk about is also included.

I listen to Charlotte’s past while at the same time.

It will also accompany her identity therapy.

‘It’s almost hypnotic, it digs up trauma, albeit painfully. I can’t miss this great opportunity.’

While turning off the guilt switch, it even rehabilitates.

Combining the divided spirits of Charlotte into one.

The treatment will take a long time, but it is an action that must be taken to save Charlotte.

And, if you know how to do it, you should do it.

I’m slow.

He ran his hand through Charlotte’s long hair and whispered softly in her ear.

“What was the hardest thing for you?”

“I had the hardest time… when my friend Rose the escort… witnessed my first murder…”

There is a high probability that the shock caused the identity to split into two.

Double personalities are born from such trauma.

“Who did you kill?”

At that question, Charlotte twisted her face as if she was in pain.

“That person… was Rose’s mother… I killed, Rose saw…”

“…”

More than expected.

The darkness of the story is deep.

However, it must be done to fix Charlotte.

I had to carry on, hoping she would get through her pain.

“How did you end up killing me?”

“My father… ordered me to kill Rose’s mother when I was 7 years old… He said he would kill me if I didn’t listen…”

“Why?”

“Rose’s mother was my handmaid… Yea, but I grew up late… In the end, I blame Rose’s mother…”

A cruel story.

One curious thing is that Rose still remains as Charlotte’s escort knight.

Doesn’t she resent Charlotte?

In the original work, she died while blocking the crown prince, so there was no special description.

‘She might have a grudge against Charlotte, so she’d better be careful.’

While listening to Charlotte’s past and making plans for the future.

Tears flowed from Charlotte’s eyes.

“I, I killed Rose’s mother in order for me to live. Maybe it was me who had to die.”

Ttuktuk-

Tears flowing without stopping.

Those tears flow down and cover the sofa.

I comforted Charlotte by stroking her hair.

“I still think you should live.”

“Yes, why? I killed a lot of people, so I can live longer? I have committed so many sins…?”

It is a sin to kill a person.

However, it is not Charlotte who truly has to pay for her sins.

In my opinion, she belongs to the victim.

I want to lighten Charlotte’s guilt.

She held her bloody hand warmly.

“I don’t think you’re bad. There are real bad people out there.”

“…”

“You think so too, Charlotte. The real bad guy is your father.”

“Huh…”

Charlotte shuddered.

You must have been unfair and upset.

She wept bitterly and shed tears.

All the while she thought her own heavy punishment for her sins.

I’ll take that little by little.

Charlotte cried out with a much improved expression.

“Huh… Me, too… I wanted to live a normal life… I didn’t want to be a princess… uh.”

“…”

Today’s work.

We decided to keep it a secret between the two of us.

***

Charlotte collapsed from exhaustion from crying.

She shed tears so much that the sofa was wet, so no wonder she was exhausted.

I quietly observed Charlotte, who was fainting.

‘Long eyelashes, maybe because of the lineage, so it’s dignified.’

The word beautiful is more suitable than the word pretty.

In order to bring the two personalities together, it would be necessary to relieve the guilt of the past, accompanied by mental pain like today.

Although it is a time consuming treatment method.

I was able to determine the direction of Charlotte.

“…Mmm.”

That moment.

Charlotte’s eyelashes trembled.

She slowly opened her eyes and put on her questioning expression.

“This is…”

“I finally woke up.”

“Damian?”

Charlotte wakes up in surprise and looks at me.

She looks at her tone and mood.

Now she looked like Princess Charlotte.

That’s why, it looks like they don’t know where this place is or what happened.

‘I won’t know until I look in the mirror and have a conversation.’

I said it was a secret between the two of us anyway.

Charlotte will never remember the shameful things shed tears in front of me.

I said to the bewildered Charlotte.

“I guess you haven’t been eating well lately? You apologized and suddenly passed out with dizziness.”

“That, is it? I apologized… I’m glad. More than that, where is this place?”

“Nadia’s Art Shop.”

“Where did you go in with the girl then?”

Nod-

Seeing that, Charlotte looked around the art room.

My face was drawn all over the canvas of the art studio.

The bizarre situation must have given Charlotte goosebumps, so she jumped up from her seat.

“Why is the sofa wet- Oh, no. More than that, what’s- Oh, no. Me, I’ll be on my way.”

Charlotte gets up from her seat and walks toward the door.

However.

“…”

As if something was missing.

Charlotte stopped in front of the door of the art studio.

She looked back and said to me with a red face.

“…Come on.”

“What?”

“…Let’s go out together. Something feels strange.”

Your face is red.

She looked at me with watery eyes and said anxiously.

“I want to… be with you. Ah, no. It’s not like that. Something. Something…”

I feel strange.

“I’m not me… So, let’s get out of here. Damian. I’m weird.”

“…Yes, okay. Let’s go out together.”

As requested by Charlotte.

I went out of her art shop with her and walked around the grounds of her academy.

To go back to each other’s dorms

However, while going back to the dormitory. I noticed a change in Charlotte.

‘Whose heart is this?’

The walk to the dormitory is slow.

As if you want to stay with me for a long time.

The ears are bright red.

As if feeling ashamed.

“…”

“…”

We walked down the street without saying a word in such a strange atmosphere.

What kind of personality did that behavior manifest itself in?

That was hard even for me to be sure of.

‘Now that I’ve achieved my goal, should I say it’s not bad?’

What kind of action will that heart manifest?

Feeling her fear, I decided to keep an eye on her.

I had a hunch that it would never be easy.