The Queen of Villains - Chapter 7 part 2

When the two arrived at the imperial palace, everyone fixed their gaze on the entrance as the newly ennobled noble Starr couple, of mafia origin, made their entrance. They were a flashy spectacle in the dull social circles.

Upon entering the hall, the overwhelming attention from all directions could have flustered Killian. However, he seemed accustomed to such attention, or rather, he seemed indifferent as he casually glanced around the hall with an unaffected gaze. Thanks to Killian’s demeanor, Emily was able to maintain a composed attitude as they entered together.

People swallowed hard, feeling intimidated by Killian’s imposing presence and aura. Even if he had bought his title, he held the position of a marquis, and above all, he was a mafia member known for killing like a hunter. There was no one with enough audacity to casually make remarks like “you’re not a noble” or “how vulgar” in front of such a terrifying presence.

At that time, one of the more courageous aristocrats, Baron Beshrel, came over to greet them. 

Killian operated a gambling den called “Delina House,” which had a separate space reserved for regular and important customers. They were referred to as “club members,” and the Baron was someone who wanted to become a member because various valuable and high-class pieces of information circulated within.

“Greetings, Lord Starr, and Lady Starr. I am Powell Beshrel.”

He had visited Delina House several times before. He wondered if Killian would remember him, but seeing no particular reaction from him, the Baron concluded that Killian wouldn’t even know where the Beshrel territory was located.

“I have never heard of you.”

It was as he expected. The Baron wasn’t even disappointed.

“That’s understandable. My territory is in a remote corner. It’s difficult to call myself a noble.”

Powell, who had to please Killian, spoke as lowly as possible, but Killian was still not very impressed with him.

“But what brings you here?”

Killian divided the reasons why people approached him kindly into two categories: either they wanted something from him or they wanted to stab him in the back. 

Although, Powell didn’t seem like someone who could stab him in the back, with his round and bear-like appearance. 

The Baron became flustered and stumbled when Killian directly asked him before they could properly exchange greetings.

“I-I want to get to know you.”

He didn’t want to start off in such a pathetic manner.

“…”

When there was no answer from Killian, Emily, who felt sorry for him, opened her mouth instead.

“It was nice to meet you, Baron Beshrel. Next time the Starr family has a party, I’ll be sure to send you an invitation.”

Of course, there would never be a party hosted by the Starr family. Emily had no intention of creating an opportunity for guests from the outside to come into the mansion. She never knew when and how a spy might infiltrate.

“Thank you. Thank you.”

Unaware of Emily’s hidden thoughts, the pitiful Baron bid farewell without maintaining his composure until the end. At this moment, he was most grateful that he could conclude the disastrous conversation and leave. Anyway, he thought he could bring up the club member topic again when Emily hosted the party.

“Oh dear.”

Emily watched the departing Baron and noticed a group in the distance that used to follow her in admiration.

“I’ll be going to the lounge for a moment.”

She took a few steps back, out of their sight, then turned around and headed towards the lounge.

She thought she would be fine, but it seemed that the once high-spirited Emily wasn’t mentally prepared to face those kids yet.

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On the other hand, Lucius, the prince of Bancent and the protagonist of today’s party, was far from having a refined image. 

When he was studying abroad in Robert, he was famous for his unkempt hair, one or two undone buttons, and a loosely managed cravat. Contrary to his dainty appearance, he was a born rebel who lived as he pleased and gave off a dangerous atmosphere, but there were many fans who were crazy about that style. 

Of course, it became popular thanks to his beauty, so it wasn’t advised to recklessly copy his style. According to those who imitated him, they mostly ended up looking like homeless people who had fallen asleep after getting drunk.

In other words, Prince Lucius is not just rebellious. He is a handsome man with deep sad eyes. This combination touched the hearts of many female fans. 

Anyway, he was a free-spirited man who was burdened by the expectations of his parents and the people of the empire. On the first day of the party, he quarreled with his mother, the empress, and drank heavily in broad daylight.

“Even if I begged her not to hold such a noisy welcome party, my mother did as she pleased.”

In the end, Lucius, drunk from alcohol, reached the top of the final staircase, but his head suddenly spun, and he lost his balance.

“Are you alright?”

At that moment, someone firmly grabbed his arm. Lucius, who was trying to quickly move away, feeling embarrassed, shifted his gaze without thinking and froze in place. It was because his ideal type, which Lucius had dreamed of and he thought could only exist in literature, was right in front of his eyes.

“Excuse me?”

Emily waited to hear a response from the gentleman in front of her but couldn’t hear any words. With a puzzled expression, Emily awkwardly greeted him and hastened her steps towards the lounge she originally intended to go to.

Lucius could only watch Emily’s retreating figure in regret, unable to hold onto her.

“Who is that young lady?”

Her lovely expression, gestures, and flushed cheeks made his heart pound. And thinking that he had shown a somewhat disgraceful appearance in front of her, Lucius regained his composure and hurried back to the prince’s palace to properly dress up again.

It was the moment when he felt apologetic for being angry with his mother earlier in the morning.

On the other hand, Emily who arrived at the lounge, leaving behind the slightly disoriented young man, opened the door but immediately closed it. There was someone who shouldn’t be there.

“Emily, come in.”

A voice called her affectionately from inside the door.

“I am not Emily.”

“I’ve already seen you.”

Emily muttered a small curse and opened the door.

“I heard that curse too.”

The person who was already inside the lounge stood up and greeted Emily.

“I missed you, Emily.”

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Translator note: What a perfect cliffhanger, I think they are called that cause they make you wanna throw yourself off a cliff when there isn’t more. So I’m literally going to start translating the next chapter right away cause I don’t wanna do ya’ll dirty also I myself can’t stand cliffhangers. So hopefully I’ll be able to post Chapter 8 part 1 early on Thursday. ~Mae

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