Chapter 122 – Rainy Season (5)
Becky humbly lowers her head to the floor and asks for it to stop.
Looking down at the back of her head toward the ceiling, Isabella felt a surge of emotion she had never felt before.
If I had to express it, it would be more accurate to describe it as deep absurdity.
Becky’s humiliating attitude was not intended to satisfy her own desire for destruction, nor was it intended to satisfy Isabella’s sense of superiority.
Now Becky really wanted everything to stop happening to her.
Why?
It was a question that naturally arose in Isabella’s mind.
Isabella did not know Becky. When they first met, she perceived herself as her competition, and when she realized that she was no match for her, she expressed her feelings of inferiority, and once she realized that she was an opponent she could not defeat, she expressed his admiration for
Since then Becky has become an easy limb for her to handle. A doll that is so obedient and does whatever she wants without any hesitation. She was such a loyal servant that she was no fun – she had thought to herself a few times.
But now Becky was showing her will for the first time in years.
It looked interesting. If the situation were different, this would have been viewed as light entertainment. Normally, I would have analyzed her, figured out why she did what she did, what caused her to do it, and then enjoyed the fun of slowly breaking her down.
But the situation was not good.
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Just thinking about this fact distorts my judgment. So much so that my teeth grind beyond my closed lips.
The current Isabella did not have enough time to tolerate Becky’s unexpected behavior. Just recognizing that fact hurt her pride, but Isabella’s reason was not so disturbed that she could not judge it yet.
Isabella’s eyes turn to Becky, who still cannot raise her head. The back of her head. Black hair bordering the blonde hair is mixed together and scattered around Becky, who is lying face down.
I’m so scared, I don’t even dare to lift my head.
But underneath, a small, faint sincerity was raising her head.
She must have broken it in the first place, and crushed it so that she could never stand up again.
Why is she growing again and revealing her buds?
Isn’t it enough that your parents made it, so you couldn’t do anything reckless?
Aren’t you satisfied with instilling fear in the village children who bullied you and making them tremble every time they see you?
Was the comfort I provided not enough?
Why don’t you give up?
As my thoughts reached that point, I felt the heat drain from the back of my head, and a tingling sensation spread down my neck, down to my shoulders, and down my back.
The experience and knowledge she had accumulated so far, and the sense of superiority she felt from winning over her opponent.
One by one, cracks began to appear.
No way, no way, just by chance, I…
Isabella felt her body stiffen. She stopped herself from even thinking about the words that followed.
No.
Isabella acted quickly to prevent the swirling thoughts in her head from completing. She quickly stands up, fixes her crumpled clothes, and looks at her Becky.
“Stand up Becky.”
At her words, Becky hurriedly tries to stand up but stumbles. The smile that would normally appear on her face no longer appears.
She’s still so scared that she can’t even make eye contact, and she can’t stop her sweaty hands from shaking nervously.
How far can you, such an unsightly person, go without me?
Isabella sneered inwardly, but her somewhat uncomfortable procrastination did not stop.
“If you’re going to talk to me like this, you’re saying you’re willing to pay the appropriate price?”
Suppressing her uncomfortable feelings, Isabella braced herself as best she could. Becky’s eyes, looking at her with difficulty, were filled with tears filled with complex emotions.
Looking at that, Isabella was able to smile sincerely, even if only for a moment. It was reaffirmation that she was still superior to Becky, that she was still afraid of him.
“Our Becky.”
To Becky, who shivered as she called, Isabella continued her words.
“Get out. “Don’t come back again.”
Isabella saw the despair in Becky’s eyes.
I thought she was dumbfounded by her pathetic reaction.
I should have been prepared for this.
“Really. You should also talk to your parents. “I’ll be organizing things at the mansion within a few days.”
At her words, Becky suddenly stopped moving, as if her body had stiffened. It was natural. Isabella had everything taken from her. A comfortable home, stable jobs for parents, protection from other twisted human relationships, and even yourself.
Now there was nothing left for Becky.
“… Really.”
What woke Isabella out of her thoughts was Becky’s calm voice.
“… “You don’t know until the end.”
Isabella then focused on Becky. She held her head up. Even though she was so small and shabby, even with tears streaming down her cheeks.
It seemed lighter, as if a large burden had been lifted.
Becky let out a small laugh. It was a laugh that was close to self-deprecation, but for some reason it felt like ridicule.
“You were perfect. “Just as I didn’t need to ask for help from others, I didn’t know why I should help others.”
Becky continued speaking, the corners of her mouth showing a quivering smile.
“Your perfection is a curse. A curse that prevents one from knowing when he or she needs help.”
The smile stopped, and Becky muttered quietly.
“Maybe I liked you that way.”
What are you talking about?
Don’t preach on stupid topics.
You saw what I could offer, and you just stuck with me.
However, her usual eloquent way of cornering and cajoling her opponent did not come out.
This was clearly due to my complex head.
“Goodbye, Isabella. I hope you are healthy.”
Becky said and turned and left the room. For a moment, a breath of fresh air spread through the room that had been filled with the smell of death, but it disappeared in an instant when Becky closed the door.
“…”
Isabella looked at the tightly closed door, then sat down on the chair next to Sianna again. She strained her eyes to clear her confused mind, but the more she tried, the clearer her thoughts became.
Isabella was pinned to the ground where Becky had put her head, but there seemed to be an intangible surface, not a tangible one.
She is a tall pillar reinforced by the experience she has accumulated throughout her life and the essence she has realized with a smarter mind than others.
Below, the silt could be seen being washed away little by the ebb tide coming from all sides of her.
A chill ran down her spine.
Beyond the wall of her own world, which was built higher, wider, and more solidly than anyone else’s, a piece of stone that someone may have thrown at her has now grazed her toes.
Isabella was feeling fear for the first time.
It wasn’t her fear for her life that her life might end. Because she has lived in a safer environment than anyone else.
Even less so was her fear of her responsibility. Isabella’s talent and knowledge gave her steps a boost.
Her unintentional fear was something that could not even reach her toes. Who would dare to punish her here? No one could make her afraid. No one.
She may be wrong about her experience, her knowledge, and her own position.
She started to have doubts about her own self.
It may have been a truly wonderful coincidence, or perhaps an inevitability, but the piece of stone only brushed against Isabella’s toes with a ticking sound.
The owner of the world, who had never experienced this before, would spend the night with his eyes wide open.
Becky walked steadily without knowing what was going on around her. The sight of her leaving the room without even wiping away her tear stains, leaving her disheveled hair aside, with the hem of her clothes rumpled would be a good source of gossip for others.
In a community village where everyone knows each other, it is natural for rumors to spread.
In addition, since she was a child, she was shunned among her peers and had people who were reluctant to take on the position of caretaker at her mansion as her parents, so there was no way she would have anything good to say.
The sharp, thorn-like gazes of the villagers I occasionally encountered prickled me. She definitely wore shoes.
It was something to laugh about.
When she arrived home, she sat quietly in her room and lost herself in her thoughts.
If her parents hear the news of her being fired, and if they find out that she was the cause, they will go crazy.
“Ha.”
Becky laughed.
As soon as he leaves Isabella, he thinks about the evil her parents will do to him.
Pathetically, rather than repentance for the things I have done so far, what comes to mind is the fear of what will happen in the future.
“Me.”
Becky muttered.
“It’s irredeemable.”
She couldn’t even dare to refute herself, and she was immersed in the sinking darkness.
