I’ll Become a Villainess That Will Go Down in History

other such tiresome power struggles….
Human relationships really are much too convoluted.

“I won’t say anything.
Though, I suppose being killed off by a beautiful woman wouldn’t be so bad,” Paul-san says with a light laugh.

…..Did Paul-san always have this sort of character? This side of him certainly never made an appearance during the game.

“What sort of assurance do I have? How do I know you won’t betray us?” I ask, narrowing my eye.

Paul-san’s smile turns bitter.

“What do you think I’ve been collecting from Henry and Gilles in exchange for the information that I provide?”

“…..I don’t know.”

“Money.”

“What?” I reply on reflex.

“Keeping my shop running requires a considerable amount of funds.
And obtaining rare medicinal herbs isn’t cheap either.
Plus, my parents cut me off….
That’s why I got into the business of selling information in the first place,” Paul-san says in a low tone.

Which means that despite being a noble, he’s broke…..
To think that he’d go this far just because he wants to run a shop in town….
That’s quite the eccentric ambition.

Though, hearing all this, I feel like the dots are connecting one-by-one.

“Honestly, I hate the impoverished village.
And, of course, all the villagers in it.
However, Gilles is my client.
And, for being a former resident there, he’s pretty smart.
So I’ll make sure to properly keep his secret.”

I get the feeling that I just accidentally saw a dark and ugly side to Paul-san that he usually keeps hidden.

“And that’s why we can trust him,” Gilles says, the corners of his lips arching high.

So these two have one glaring thing in common: they both have a blackened side to them that is all too willing to put others to their own personal use.

“Now that that’s all settled, can you tell us what you were able to find out about the wolf incident now?” Henry-Oniisama says a bit sardonically, looking over at Paul-san.

……Wolf? So Gilles had already found time to ask Henry-Oniisama about what had happened that day? What a fast worker.

At Henry-Oniisama’s request, the look in Paul-san’s eyes suddenly changes.
The air around us seems to stretch out thin and strained.
Even the radiant sunlight reflecting off of Paul-san’s glasses seems to flash ominously.

“It would be best if you didn’t get involved in that incident any further,” Paul-san says quietly, his voice low and foreboding.