The Yandere Villainess’s Past Life Was That of a Lonely Woman. After Reflecting and Stopping Her Stalking of Her Fiancé, He Somehow Started Approaching Her Instead. - Chapter 13

The carriage arrived at the Radiata estate without incident.

Fortunately or not, my father the count was away. I vaguely remembered him saying he was attending a magic society meeting the night before. He might even be staying overnight.

I had not left early to play hooky, but somehow I felt a little relieved. I instructed the servants to keep everyone away from my room until I called, then returned to my private chambers.

I sighed in disgust the moment I closed the door from the inside. The room smelled awful. It was not the stench of rotting garbage, but a cloying, overcooked floral scent that made my nose ache.

I used to hate perfume. I covered my nose with a handkerchief and opened the window. I gathered the room fragrances into a box and shut the lid. The scent that had seeped into the curtains and bedding would not come out, but this helped a lot. Fresh air works wonders.

Back when I worked in an office in my previous life, I used to wonder how people could stand coworkers who doused themselves in perfume to the point of nausea. I would like to tell that past-me the same thing now. In fact, Lycoris herself seemed to enjoy living in this cloud of fragrance. That was another thing about her I could not understand.

It was not only the smell. The room decor was nothing like my taste. The decorations were lavish, but every fabric was pure black. Curtains and sheets alike. Perhaps it was only natural for a house of dark magic. Still, I wanted to put away the dolls and the mysterious bottles that cluttered the room, and if possible get them out of the house entirely.

The boy doll that smiled at the bedside I wished would be ritually burned at a shrine. This world probably had no shrines, but I felt that strongly. The blond-haired doll with blue gemstone eyes looked very much like someone. Inside its belly were strands of Lucius’s hair. Of course those were not gifts from him.

Objects connected to him did not stop at one doll. There were bottles filled with who knew what, and a photo album hidden under the bed. All of it was a collection gathered through Lycoris’s malicious stalking. Just thinking about it gave me goosebumps. Maybe she had saturated the room with floral scent to hide the smell coming from these things.

For now I put these items into a separate box. Handling them made me feel afraid enough to almost cry. If I brought the fiancé who had suddenly changed his attitude to this room, maybe he would come to his senses. That might lead to lawsuits, but perhaps seeing this collection would shock him awake. Did this world even have laws against stalking? Even if it did not, that did not make such behavior acceptable. My current values were strongly shaped by my past life.

This was why it was difficult to keep acting as the “vengeful villainess.” I am Lycoris Radiata now, yet part of me resisted accepting that. Regaining my past-life memories did not erase the seventeen years I had lived as an earl’s daughter. Still, Lycoris the obsessive fiancée and the woman I had been in my previous life never really fit together.

People around me would notice the change sooner or later. In fact, Lucius already knew. I hoped Lycoris’s family would accept his change of temperament kindly. That would help.

No, it would actually be much better if Lucius kept disliking me. Maybe it would be nice for him to be thoroughly disillusioned with this room. I wanted someone to share in the horror of it.

I honestly did not want to sleep in this room. If some box started clattering at night, my heart would burst. I let out a bitter smile and, strangely, shed a few tears.