Becoming the Villain’s Family

your body with a blanket and sweat it all out!”

“Are you trying to kill her? Wrong! What you should do is to give her a cold bath!”

“Heavens, no! You’ll freeze her to death! The best way is to raise the room temperature to maximum and…”

And so, their argument continued…

‘I’ve taken the medicine anyway.
My fever will come down eventually.’

“Young miss, I made ginger tea.”

“What if the peculiar taste of ginger worsens her condition?”

“I’ve never thought of that!”

“……”

The maids had a very creative imagination…

“Ho-ho! Do not fret, for I have prepared this in advance!” Betty said, revealing a bowl on the table.

She was holding another book titled 「Foods to Offer During Fever」.

“I made this by beating honey, and egg yolk until they foam.
Then, I mixed them with milk and butter using a whisk!” She said triumphantly, telling the others that it was what outsiders used as a remedy.

One of the maids asked, “But, Head Maid.
Don’t raw eggs have a risk of contamination?”

“Co-contamination?”

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“She could get food poisoning…”

Betty hastily disposed of the bowl.

The maids started to gather.

“Then what should we do?” One of them whispered.
“Just watch her until she gets better?”

The maids murmured with each other in very small voices.
Fortunately, Aria could hear them as clear as day, thanks to her keen senses.

“Is that really alright? I mean, outsiders are weak in general.
But the young miss is probably the weakest of them all! At this rate, it’s safer to think of her as an infant!”

‘…I’m not a baby.’

Aria didn’t like being treated as a baby.
But truthfully, she was no longer embarrassed of the word.
This was because they actually cared about her.

‘I’m not used to it.’

Aria didn’t want these moments to dissipate like smoke.

‘The feeling of being cherished.’

They respected her as a person.

Regardless of her status, regardless of her ability as a Siren.

Aria couldn’t help but stifle a smile.

Then, she clutched Diana’s sleeves tightly and handed her a card.

[Thank you.]

She thought she would use this card someday, so she had it written in advance.

‘It should be okay to show it now.’

“Pfft.
What a weakling.
This is why we shouldn’t allow outsiders inside the border.”

A small whisper could be heard amongst the other voices.

‘Sir Anjou.’

He was one of Aria’s appointed escorts.

The other servants missed his remarks because his words were very faint.

However, it was clear to Aria’s hypersensitive ears.

“Their class is different.
I’m not even sure if she can give birth to an heir.”

Aria stared at the knight, and when they made eye contact, he looked slightly flustered.

‘No way, I’m sure she can’t hear me.’

It was impossible for her to hear him.
She was at a distance where he wouldn’t be able to hear himself either.

Moreover, neither the knights nor the servants glanced at Anjou, who was sitting in the corner of the room.

Aria was the only one staring at him.

‘…..Well, so what if she heard it?’

The knight brazenly raised his chin.

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He knew it was useless to direct his anger towards her, but he didn’t want to leave his post just to escort a child.

And he was all the more pissed off at her, since her origin was unclear.

‘I’d rather babysit the prince.’

She became the prince’s fiancé without even doing anything.

‘There was no dowry, no gifts, and they didn’t even prepare the marriage papers!’

Her father signed a waiver of parental authority and she was instantly the future grand duchess.

It was absurd.

‘They said that the prince held her at swordpoint.’

The knight glanced at the bandage around Aria’s neck and laughed arrogantly.

No matter how much they thought of it as a marriage of convenience, the consent of both parties was extremely necessary to establish a healthy relationship.

However, the prince raised his sword against her exposed neck.
So he must have hated her too.

‘She should be relieved that she didn’t get kicked out, despite how much he hates her.’

It was clear that she was going to be banished even before their marriage.

This was why Anjou was not afraid to act rude to the prince’s fiancé.

‘Class.’

Aria snorted at the ridiculous word.

Dividing people into classes, based on their social status.

‘What a foolish judgment.’

Whether it was the Valentines, the emperor or even the pope.
They flocked in groups based on their similar backgrounds.
But in reality, we were all humans.
Humans who could do nothing but bleed when they were stabbed in the back.

The Valentines were outstanding and powerful.
Their skills were unrivaled across the empire and beyond.

But if it were true, then how did the massacre happen?

‘Why did Lloyd go crazy?’

Aria thought that all humans, including herself, were imperfect.

There was no such thing as a perfect human.

‘Was it so important whether we were born a noble, commoner, or even a slave?’

No.

We were all humans, and we were the same.

Aria was vexed.

The servants had poured their hearts out just to let her feel at home, only for him to ruthlessly trash their efforts.

Aria took out her fountain pen and wrote on a few cards.

Then, she pointed her finger towards Anjou.

He seemed uncomfortable, but he still approached the little girl.

“Just say it.
Oh, wait.
You can’t! Pardon me….” he sneered.