I Don't Want To Do a Romantic Comedy With a Villain! - Chapter 41

Episode 41

Min-joo finished her thoughts and leisurely changed into different clothes. 

It was a beautiful dress that she couldn’t wear before due to her maid status. The dress was so extravagant and full-skirted that she had never worn such attire before.

Although it felt overly flashy and uncomfortable for Min-joo, who usually wore sportswear and T-shirts, she decided to wear it to commemorate being free from work. Compared to the dresses worn by nobles, it might seem modest, but it looked much prettier than her maid uniform.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” 

Even Min-joo admitted it was beautiful. It seemed Permette had an eye for such things. Awkwardly, Min-joo gathered her hair and tied it with a ribbon. She couldn’t afford to let her hair flow like a beggar; the dress was too beautiful for that.

She tilted her upper body, examining herself in the mirror. It seemed presentable enough. It had been a while since she hadn’t paid much attention to her appearance, so it felt refreshing. She even felt a bit excited.

There was a knock on the door from outside. Min-joo stopped her self-praise and opened the door. The maid looked at Min-joo, who was prepared with a warm bowl of water and a towel, pitifully.

“Oh.” 

Min-joo understood. She had experienced it herself. She had woken Vehen with a bowl and towel, brewing tea for him, saying things like, ‘It’s bad for your stomach; you’re dying from hunger,’ since morning. The maid seemed embarrassed to realize that she was trying to do a morning routine that Min-joo found quite bothersome.

Helping with washing and picking clothes for someone is what you do in a hospital or kindergarten, not for someone grown-up like Min-joo. She didn’t need the level of care the maid was trying to provide.

As the maid waited for Min-joo’s response, Min-joo, with a gentle smile, spoke.

“I did it alone, so it’s okay. You can go back.”

“Um… is there anything else I can help you with?”

Min-joo thought for a moment and shook her head. As she waved her hand dismissively, her roughly braided hair shook like a horse’s tail. The maid grinned at the unrefined and unattractive hairstyle.

“I’ll take care of your hair.”

“It’s okay…”

“Please let me do it.”

Min-joo nodded vaguely and stepped back as the maid approached with a calm yet firm attitude.

“There are no other ladies among those I serve, so I’ve learned it but never had a chance to use it.”

“Use what?”

“You’ll see when you look.”

The maid’s gestures were quite skilled, despite Min-joo saying, ‘What do you know?’ 

Oh, the hair was fluttering around.

After finishing the meal and getting her hair done in the room, Min-joo stepped out. The braided hair adorned with jewels, accessories, and flowers was ready for a wedding photoshoot at any moment. 

However, the clothes seemed too plain compared to the elaborate hairstyle.

The maid had put in a lot of effort. When Min-joo asked where Permette was, the maid said he was in the basement. Min-joo couldn’t resist her curiosity and followed the maid’s guidance to the basement.

‘Ta-da. It was the torture chamber.’

It was indeed a torture chamber. When she opened the door, screams and shouts echoed from the underground. Awkwardly, Min-joo laughed and stepped back. No matter how much she had seen in this world, encountering torture was still a bit much.

The maid, who brought Min-joo to the basement, smiled kindly and pointed to the basement, indicating for her to enter.

“No, it’s okay. Can you just tell Permette that I’m here?”

“Sure thing.”

The maid calmly responded and left Min-joo standing at the door while she descended the stairs alone. Somehow, her demeanor looked very familiar, and Min-joo thought that being a maid here might not be easy.

Well, if you only consider the intensity of the work, dealing with Vehen’s whims might be the easiest. Besides, Vehen didn’t intentionally give her difficult tasks.

Whether the maid conveyed the message well or not, it wasn’t long before the sound of someone climbing the stairs reached Min-joo. She looked toward the dark staircase, and with a faint light, Permette, leading the maid, revealed himself.

As he approached, blood splatters on his shirt and pants became visible. It seemed he had quite an enjoyable time.

“Min-joo.”

Permette, who emerged from the darkness, approached with a sweet smile, then closed his mouth and staggered back. Permette, who had considered the human head only as a container for the brain and mind, couldn’t deny it.

Min-joo, in her blue dress, adorned with jewelry and her hair elegantly styled with decorations, looked too beautiful to be just a vessel for brains and thoughts. Despite the deep scars and shrinking from appearance evaluations, Min-joo was now understood.

Min-joo was so beautiful that he couldn’t just say, ‘I like you.’ Even though he wanted to say it out loud, he couldn’t.

‘I like you. I really do.’

Unable to say it, he suppressed and suppressed until finally…

Permette lightly wiped the blood splatters on his cheek with the back of his hand, smiling gently. It was unclear whether Permette’s face was red or if it was the blood that appeared red.

“You look pretty.”

“I know.”

“I mean it sincerely.”

“I know that too.”

Even if it looked casual, it was fine. Min-joo understood the essence and acknowledged Permette as a good person.

Permette leaned forward, aligning his eyes with Min-joo’s, and leaned against the wall. 

“You’ve come all this way, and I apologize for making you wait. Would you like to handle the gun first, or would you prefer to go outside?”

As Permette posed gracefully, Min-joo felt a bit dizzy. Min-joo stepped back with a smile as she lowered her gaze from his face. 

Beyond Permette’s open shirt, his chest strongly manifested itself.

Nowhere to look, damn it. Min-joo laughed as she retreated. 

“It’s not even nine yet, so let’s look at the gun first. We can go outside after lunch.”

“Sounds good. Maybin, prepare the gun.”

The maid who brought Min-joo here, named Maybin, bowed and stepped back. Permette, looking like he might faint, leaned against the wall, blood spatters giving him an appearance resembling a vampire from a sophisticated movie.

Enchanting with beauty, a vampire that seduces and takes blood with pleasure.

“Min-joo, I’ll wash up quickly and come back. Please wait in the backyard.”

If only his fangs were longer, he’d be a perfect vampire. A decadent noble’s libertine.

It was a name that suited Permette so well. After Permette went up to wash, Min-joo grabbed a passing servant and asked him to guide her to the backyard.

As soon as they came out through the back door, the backyard unfolded. Instead of reducing the size of the mansion, they expanded the training area.

The small hill nestled in the backyard seemed like it could avoid external interference and surveillance.

The reason for building a house on the outskirts of the capital became clear.

Maybin silently lined up several guns and set up target boards every meter before disappearing.

Min-joo admired the guns placed on the small table, from revolvers to rifles, of various types.

Could she shoot? When Min-joo absentmindedly touched the rifle, a soft voice came from behind.

“You can try shooting the rifle first.”

“When did you come? Make some noise; my heart almost dropped.”

“I’ll attach it again.”

Attach what? The heart wasn’t something you could detach and reattach. When Min-joo responded cheekily, Permette chuckled softly.

Permette, who had approached Min-joo unnoticed, emitted a strange scent of blood as he gently clasped Min-joo’s hand.

“Just changed clothes? I smell blood.”

“I thought you were a wanderer, but you’re quite vulgar.”

“You don’t change species so easily.”

“The rifle is for sniping, so adjusting your posture is crucial.”

“You’re just ignoring me.”

Permette handed the rifle to Min-joo, embraced her, and expertly adjusted her posture.

Min-joo, feeling bewildered, adopted the posture he corrected, and without realizing it, aimed the gun at the target.

“What? What is it?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Permette, you’re too skilled.”

“The gun is like an extension of my body. I’ve trained with it often.”

After mechanically responding, Permette, after checking if the bullet had hit, stood behind Min-joo.

Touching. The chest. Arm muscles.

Min-joo pretended not to notice the solid pressure against her back and took a deep breath.

Permette’s voice and breath tingled Min-joo’s eartips.

“If you deviate even a little, someone else’s head will explode. So, observe the reticle well, control your breathing, and stay calm.”

“No scope?”

“What?”

There was no scope, which Min-joo had often seen in media. She had to shoot trusting a single raised piece of metal.

Min-joo, ignoring the substantial pressure on her back, aimed for the center of the target.

Maintaining the posture was challenging, but the target wasn’t too far, and aiming at the center was relatively easy.

Bang! Min-joo pulled the trigger.

The recoil made her head elegantly shake.

Permette was astonished.

It was precisely in the center. Even though the distance wasn’t far, it wasn’t the skill of someone shooting a gun for the first time.

It was talent. Min-joo had a talent for shooting.

“It’s harder than I thought. I thought if I just shot, it would be like bang! and done.”

Putting down the gun, Min-joo playfully laughed, tossing her bangs with the breeze.

Permette let out a hollow laugh. 

“It’s impossible for beginners to achieve a bang and done.”

“Oh, really? The recoil is larger than I thought, and if you don’t hold the posture properly, you might get hurt.”

While Permette had helped with the posture, Min-joo undeniably had a talent.

It was none other than a rifle – the type soldiers held and trained with. The rifle that Maybin had brought was the type used in wars.

Permette pointed to a target board placed further away, resembling the training distance of actual soldiers. The target board represented a human figure for training purposes.

“Now try shooting that one. Shoot precisely ten rounds, even if you miss, it’s okay.”

Min-joo looked at the target board Permette pointed to. The target board, with circles drawn around the heart as the center, indicated exactly where to aim. With Min-joo’s good eyesight, the target was visible.

Min-joo adjusted her grip on the gun and spoke.

“Adjust my posture again, please.”

Permette straightened Min-joo’s shoulders, bent her arms, and spread her legs to stand firmly on the ground. Leaning against the table, Min-joo, now in a perfect posture, took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and then opened them.

At that moment, she pulled the trigger continuously.

Bang, bang! Taang! Exactly ten rounds.

The bullets fired with a slight delay, all hit the target. The bullets pierced the side of the target, went through the arms, and eventually, three hit the target’s head, and one pierced its heart.

It’s the first time. The first time. Permette felt an eerie shiver down his spine up to his neck at Min-joo’s talent.

‘Having a maid with such talent?’

With this skill, a little refinement could put her into real action. A skilled sniper is valuable, and given her acting talent, blending into crowds and escaping would be easy. Permette shuddered.

‘I want her.’

Good talent, leading to blossoming skills. How great would the results be if they polished such talent and put it into action? Permette traced his fingers over the target with holes. It was tempting.

How many tasks could be solved with just one sniper without the need for a large team and an assault?

Permette turned to Min-joo with eyes filled with ecstasy. As Min-joo fondled the revolver, memories of their first meeting flashed through his mind.

Min-joo, trembled with fear, not knowing how to shoot, and was scared and confused.

The Min-joo who had never harmed anyone, showed a reaction of fear and struggle when witnessing Mireille, whom she thought was a sorcerer, being killed right in front of her.

He imagined the Min-joo who had never shot or killed before now shooting people, murdering them, and rolling out of the sniper nest.

He pictured her killing a target without any emotion, leaving the scene.

‘I don’t want to corrupt her.’

He didn’t want her to dirty her hands and become a tool like himself. Permette hoped Min-joo wouldn’t become like him.

Giving up on talent was a first for Permette.