My Villain Fiancé is Interfering With My Flowery Path

Where the hell did it go wrong?

Thisbe slowly retraced her memory.

‘Everything was going well until it was revealed that Estelle was obviously the real saint.’

The scene at the beginning of the original work, <Monster Flower>, and the moment Estelle awakened her powers that she was unaware of.

That was just a month ago.

Thisbe could still vividly recall the events of that day.

Estelle’s long pink hair fluttered like falling cherry blossoms.

As if it was natural, the young lady stood in front of Thisbe and the others around her, with her back turned from the sunlight.

With a lovely face she looks back at them, terrified.

“Everyone, are you okay?”

Even the lines are the same as what a savior would say.

Then Thisbe thought.

‘After all, the main character is the main character.’

The situation went something like this: At the hunting party held by the royal family, all those who could hunt went into the forest, and while the rest of them were gathering at the lakeside and enjoying tea time, a monster the size of a house suddenly jumped out of the lake.

While everyone sensed death and rushed back and forth to escape, Estelle calmly walked in the exact opposite direction to the people.

Then she turned the ferocious monster, that was on the verge of running rampant, into a gentle puppy in an instant, put it under his feet, and asked, ‘Are you all right?’, with that lovely, spring-like face.

She stroked the demon with a familiar skill as if she’s stroking a puppy, and added,

“You must be surprised that there was a sudden commotion on the quiet lakeside. Now that you’ve calmed down, you’ll be fine.”

Everyone was stunned at the sight that was hard to believe even seeing it with their own eyes.

‘After that, it was just as described in the novel.’

It was really creepy.

Estelle was like a woman born of a Korean-American self-company, lived in a noisy state all along, and now has come to Seoul for her debut, so she has no idea how great her abilities were to other people.

How easy it is to deal with a monster that can trample over the elite knights and whose mere existence destroys the ecosystem!

Even to a person who didn’t know her well, this sight, and Estelle, was unusual.

And it made me remember what people had forgotten.

From which branch did Estelle’s father, Viscount Iler came from?

And, the contents of the prophecy.

Callist’s branch family, the daughter of Iler family.

Those mere facts were enough for people to reinterpret the oracle.

“No way, Lady Estelle…”

“I don’t think it’s true, but I think it’s possible? Princess Callist and Lady Estelle are the same age!”

An oracle was overturned in an instant. And, people’s interest turned to Estelle.

She could feel it vividly without even hearing it. She knew that she had just been kicked out of the position of the Saintess.

The fact that everything she had been compelled to endure as the protagonist of the oracle until now was useless.

It was quite a story for Thisbe who already knew the contents of the novel.

‘I can understand why I hated Estelle so much in the book.’

To be precise, why was she so obsessed with the position of a saint?

The people who flocked behind Thisbe when they saw the magic showing up, quickly changed their attitude and surrounded Estelle.

It wasn’t something that could be explained simply with the phrase ‘losing attention’.

It was deprivation of existence.

What’s the use of a chair you can’t sit on and a leaking cup?

It is no longer a chair or a cup.

It’s just trash.

A life that has been running endlessly to play a special character that is worthy of a saint throughout her life. As if she was climbing a cliff with her bare hands, she had been living as the saint that everyone wanted, but in fact, she said that she was not a saint herself.

‘I’m supposed to be a saint, but I’m actually not a saint.’

So what am I?

I would have wanted to deny it somehow.

If she wasn’t a saint, she would be useless. Thisbe, at that time thought so.

So, in the novel, Thisbe struggled to clarify that she had done something in that situation.

– Eh, it’s not Estelle. I used divine power! It was me who defeated the monster!

But when everyone saw what Estelle did, who would really listen to her?

Thus, Thisbe became a liar and a deceiver.

Oh, of course, in <Monster Flower>.

Thisbe had no intention of rolling into the mud so stupidly. So, she broke through the crowd and the first thing she did was grab Estelle’s hand and say her thanks.

“Estelle, that’s amazing. Thanks to you, you saved our lives.”

It was at that moment when the crowd, who had their necks stretched out like chickens, calmed down.

Thisbe continued to say without missing a beat.

“It’s such a special ability. I did’t know the true child of the oracle was you, Estelle, I would like to thank you in the name of Callist.”

She is the first to admit that she is not a saint. That would be a way to escape from the stigma of being a liar or a swindler.

So Thisbe told Estelle that, and then left in a hurry while people were still in the dark.

It was obvious that nothing good would come out by sticking together.

‘Obviously, it was fine until then.’

Now she was willing to give up her title as a saint and start a new life.

However she cannot believe this wonderful situation in which people who once argued with her are dying one after another.

Thisbe muttered without realizing it.

“What the hell is going on?”

“What do you mean?”

Then, from the other side of the newspaper, an answer came along with the sound of teacup clattering.

Thisbe finally got out of her thoughts and realized where she was.

‘Oops’

Today was Sunday, and it was afternoon.

And that meant that now was the time for her to have teatime with her fiancée, whom her family had arranged for her.

Thisbe hastily put her newspaper down. Across from the newspaper she was holding, a young man with wheat-brown hair caught her eye.

Sor Armand Salvator, Thisbe’s fiance in <Monster Flower> with beautiful eyes like blue diamonds, and pale skin despite his long career as a knight. Cheeks that are slightly pink like a peach blossom just before they bloom, and a face that looks as innocent as a child to the point of perfection.

He was the embodiment of the word ‘chastity’.

And, his personality was just as friendly and nice as his appearance.

Even in the original work, he couldn’t turn a blind eye to Thisbe, who became a villain, so he was caught up in Thisbe’s schemes and died.

Even now, he could not overlook Thisbe’s muttering, and there’s worry in his eyes.

“I’ll do anything I can to help, so feel free to tell me if you have any concerns.”

“Oh, no. It’s no big deal. Sor, I’ve been too engrossed in the newspaper, sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize. You always read the newspaper during teatime. I’m fine, so please rest in peace.”

To Thisbe’s apology, the blonde young man, Sor, responded with a friendly face and smiled. He really looked as if he didn’t mind as he’s used to the sight of Thisbe reading the newspaper.

However, this time it is different.

Obviously, it is true that Thisbe was always browsing the newspaper during the time she was with him. But that was because she needed something to talk about with Sor.

Sor Armand Salvator, her fiancée, was extremely quiet.

So, in order to endure the scrupulous silence, Thisbe takes out the general newspaper and talked about the news and current affairs.

‘I asked my maid to bring me a newspaper because I wanted to talk to Sor today.’

When I received it, I was completely blown away by the headline on the front page and completely forgot about Sor.

She got engrossed in the newspaper instead of focusing on her appointment. Obviously, it would not be strange for him to express displeasure. However, Sor only expressed himself with a worried look on his face.

“But I think it’s the first time you’ve reacted like that while reading a newspaper, can you tell me what article has bothered you? I’m concerned.”

If this is not an angel, then what is an angel?

Thisbe forgot that she felt sorry for Sor, and applauded inside because of his wonderful personality.

After she had finished applauding, she didn’t forget to push the newspaper in front of Sor to improve the wrinkles caught on Sore’s fine forehead.

“It really nothing. It’s just this article. Marquis Manette died in a carriage accident.” At her words, Sor’s expression hardened slightly.

(T/N: sus ( ⚆ _ ⚆ ))