I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess
Chapter 28: Planting the Bad Idea Like a Good Boyfriend Always Does

Chapter 28: Planting the Bad Idea Like a Good Boyfriend Always Does

What a good, painful night. Today, I woke up to the smell of corpses in the street and my back completely wrecked, no need to say who was responsible for that.

Anyway, I’m getting dressed again, wanting to vividly engrave what happened yesterday in my memory.

Ravenna’s behavior changed, she’s not clinging to me like yesterday.

In fact, I think she’s embarrassed because the alcohol wore off and asked for all sorts of intense things last night. I never thought that someone like her would have such a wild side.

I used to think she was more the dominating type or into weird fetishes, when in reality her preference is for primal desires and pain. Seriously, the whole thing was so intense that my neck still itches from that magic rope pulling at my throat.

Well, it’s not like I can judge, I enjoyed it. By the way, where did these clothes I’m wearing come from...? Oh, Leonhardt’s... ugh.

I’ll buy new ones before going out from here, the burn the rest so there’s no proof I ever wore his threads.

I stretch my arms high, sighing and washing my face with dirty water from the tap in the bathroom. Ravenna is still getting ready. She even said "thank you" when we woke up because I didn’t ruin her tights.

It would be better start to think with my own head than with my best friend because even after a good fuck, I’m still fucked. Philomeu and this group of Libertarians said we’d face the consequences once we left the Scorn, which means probable assassination or late-night chases.

I wouldn’t doubt we’re being watched right now, even... I just want to understand why he didn’t do anything back then.

I mean, Ravenna praised me earlier, saying I made the king believe my words. And since we know each other and I didn’t join those guys little group, the probability of them sending someone to chop off my head is high.

If this witch is a pawn and I threaten his position, it would be easy to get rid of both of us and avoid a bigger problem. What the hell is going on in that guy’s head?

I dry my hands with a grungy towel and return to the room, where my hookup partner can’t stop touching her own body, still in disbelief about what happened yesterday.

The way she touches her neck and trembles, actually, is kinda cute.

"Lost?" I say, approaching with a sly smile. "Just to make it clear: I only asked to sleep with you, that was the favor. You were the one who came onto me."

"No... that’s beside the point..."

She twirls her black strands using the fingers, maintaining an usual pose.

Ugh, she really is my type, but it’s better to stop provoking and get serious if I want to get out of this alive this time. I pull one of those broken chairs closer and sit down, changing my expression to show I’m not messing around.

"Ravenna, we both know those Libertarians and Philomeu were total jerks... but taking us there was a mistake. I’m starting to believe what you said about ’acting on emotion’, so I want to see if you have any ideas on how we can get out of this unscathed."

"Uhh... we won’t. You’d better start getting used to living in the Scorn, spending the rest of our lives here."

"No freaking way! I have so much to do and see. Who the hell would want to stay in this dump forever?"

"It’s not the worst place... we can cheat and assassinate others for food and money, maybe even die sooner before old age, so we won’t suffer terrible torture and..."

"Listen to what you’re saying, Ravenna!"

I grab her shoulders hard, and our eyes lock, just like when we were in our intense love session and only thought about each other.

"If you stay here, you’ll never perform the Silver Scar ritual. What witch could be proud of never doing that? Don’t you want to achieve bigger things? Don’t you want to rub your worth in Philomeu’s face and get a proper revenge? To bury your uncle Vandric like you wanted before?"

When I specifically mention the word "revenge," Ravenna’s eyes widen, and she grabs my wrists. Did I hit a nerve? Her conflicted expression says so, needing a little more pressure.

"Listen, you want to get rid of the king, and you don’t want a tyrant taking over the country, right? So... what if you become the queen?"

"The-The queen?! Marry the prince?!"

"It’s an option. You don’t want rotten people at the top of the kingdom, so what if it’s you who controls everything? Think about it: get rid of Philomeu, then the king, take the prince, kill him, and then rule the entire kingdom by yourself, doing whatever you want."

Those gray irises vibrate in resonance with my words, as if I were talking about something absurdly distant to be achieved. However, I have a knack for planting an idea and making someone dream. If that motivates her to get us out of here, that’s an advantage.

"Your uncle is about to be condemned, you can take a portion of his wealth right after and separate from the Galbraith family. After that, it’s a matter of arranging titles and privileges... performing the Silver Scar ritual, you’ll have enough power to do whatever you want."

"Darius, still..."

"I know how to perform it, and I’ll help. In return, you’ll do me a favor."

I raise one finger to precisely signal the number.

"That favor is only possible after the ritual. Ravenna, please, I need this. It’s something for us, not just for me... I swear I’ll do whatever you want afterward. Think about it: getting revenge on your uncle, getting revenge on Philomeu who only used you, taking the highest position in the kingdom, and becoming the most important person in the country. It’s a good image, isn’t it?"

Ravenna’s imagination does the work for me, leaving her quiet to think about the dream of becoming a queen. In my head, it’s not the worst scene: a witch like her sitting on a throne, holding her enemies’ heads with crossed legs and using a disgusting noble as a footrest... Wait, that’s terrible, just in another sense.

The dark-haired girl put her hands together, staring off into a random corner, weighing the pros and cons in her mind, wanting to analyze everything with absurd coldness.

"Is that possible? With someone like me?"

"And why wouldn’t it be? You’re smart, dangerous, cruel when you need to be. You could scare half the nobility just with that look of disgust you gave me when I entered your cell, remember?"

Ravenna continued to hesitate. Like it or not, I needed to force a bit of willingness down her throat so we’d have a shred of safety in this godforsaken place, but I’m hating so much resistance.

I extended my hand, offering it to her so she could stand up.

"So, Your Highness, what do you say? Will you risk your life changing the world the way you want, or spend the rest of your days in a rat-infested hole?"

Come on, accept it! I’m sick of keeping up the cute boyfriend act and playing nice! Besides, you’ve already messed up my life enough, cut me some slack!

She let out a muffled laugh and murmured: "Only if I can boss you around later."

"I always knew you had that fetish."

Now, let’s seal the deal with a handshake... or not. Instead, she used my arm to support herself and stand, sealing the deal with a kiss.

What a sly one! Just how I like it. I guess she’ll be dancing in the palm of my hand for a while, which is good, less chance of dying to this villainess.

When we pulled apart, I saw a certain trace of "desire" hidden in Ravenna’s expression. She then showed one of those vampiric, flowery smiles that make you forget you’ve just been stabbed by your crazy girlfriend. Yeah, I’d definitely forget if she did that to me.

"Darius, when do we start?"

"With the first step outside. If you want to become a queen, you need many accomplishments... so how about double revenge? We destroy your uncle and Philomeu, put you in a pleasant position, and no one will be able to complain that you’re a witch."

"I like that idea. Do you have any allies in mind?"

"I have one... no, two. But it’ll depend on how the second one reacts when they find me. Anyway, do you trust me?"

"I like to trust the crazy ones."

That’s what I’m talking about! Time to roll up our sleeves and get to work. The first step is to get the hell out of this pit at the end of the world!

Let’s go, my temporary guardian. Fortunately, I already know the perfect person to deal with a rebellious group and a crazy boss wanting blood... lucky me that he’s full of cheats and protected by the plot.