Episode 63. Antisocial Personality Disorder
“Ah! That old fox!”
Doana, returning to her room, couldn’t contain her anger and screamed. She then began to throw objects around indiscriminately.
With a loud clang, objects broke and scattered.
The head maid, who had been quietly watching, approached Doana as if to stop her.
“Stop it. This kind of behavior is bad for the fetus.”
Doana trembled at the head maid blocking her path.
“Hey, do you think I’m crying too?”
“What do you mean?”
Doana’s gaze, gazing at her, who was as young as her mother, was incredibly arrogant.
She looked the head maid up and down and spoke softly.
“You still think I’m funny? Answer me, quickly.”
Doana, wearing high heels over ten centimeters high, stepped on the maid’s foot.
“Hey, answer me. Before I gouge out your eyes.”
Doana pressed the flat sole of her forefoot firmly against the maid's instep.
Doana giggled, looking at the maid who was at a loss as to what to do after being stepped on.
A bitter smile spread across her face. Doana quickly pressed her foot down firmly, stomping on it.
Once, twice.
The maid's face flushed at the humiliation of Doana, who was much younger than her and had worked under her. Even though she was being stepped on, it felt like her head was being stepped on.
"I tell you, I hate people like you."
Doana, with a faint smile on her face, glared at the maid with a cold expression.
Unlike her initial light step, her pressure grew stronger. The maid grimaced at the pain in her foot.
"You pretend to be proud and happy when you have nothing."
Doana's eyes were filled with contempt for the maid.
“Why are you even alive? If I were you, I would have just died.”
She tapped the maid’s forehead with her index finger and pushed it away.
“You’re short, fat, and ugly, too.”
Once, twice, three times.
The maid’s head snapped back in time with each word.
The maid couldn’t say anything as Doana insulted her right in front of her, and simply bit her lip.
“If you had more money, you would get plastic surgery, but there’s no such thing as plastic surgery here, right?”
Doana giggled and belittled the maid with a contemptuous gaze.
Even though the maid was crouching helplessly before her, Doana’s mood still lingered.
Doana gently lifted her foot from under her. Then, raising her sharp heel, she stepped on the maid’s instep.
“Ugh, ugh!”
The maid, whose instep had been hit, groaned in pain and struggled.
Doana smiled with satisfaction as she watched the maid sobbing before her.
The maid's piercing voice made Doana even more amused.
"You're the kind of person who doesn't understand what I'm talking about, don't you? I have to trample on you like this to bring you back to your senses."
She smiled, her teeth white, as she watched the maid wail in pain. Doana found the sight of her struggling incredibly comical.
Doana, with her sociopathic tendencies, found the more the maid suffered, the more amused she became. She giggled with a childlike, innocent expression.
The maid, unable to bear the pain, tried to push Doana away. But the coldness of her voice stopped her.
"Don't even lift a finger on me! If I miscarry, the Count might kill you."
Doana looked down at the maid, a bitter smirk on her face.
When the maid's face became a mess of tears, Doana finally took her foot off with a satisfied expression.
The maid staggered to the floor. Then, looking at her blood-soaked feet, she covered her mouth.
Transparent tears trickled down her cheeks. The blood-covered insteps of her feet were soaked with tears.
Doana, looking at the maid, gave a blank expression and ordered,
"Napkins."
When the maid refused to listen and just crouched down, she spoke again with force.
"Don't you hear? Bring me a napkin."
The maid rose heavily, limped, and grabbed a napkin from the shelf. She then tried to wipe the blood from her own feet, but Doana said,
"What are you doing? You should get it to me first. Can't you see there's blood on my precious shoes?"
The maid stared blankly at her crimson shoes. There was blood, but it wasn't really noticeable.
“They say this hardens and doesn’t clean well. Someone like you can’t even make a living working your bones off for a year. Shouldn’t you clean this first?”
The head maid stared blankly at Doana’s shoes before limping towards her. She handed her the napkin in her hand.
“Are you asking me to clean my bloody shoes? You should clean them.”
She whispered softly to the head maid, as if mocking her. The maid sat down slowly without saying anything and wiped the heels of her shoes.
“That’s right. Please clean them more thoroughly.”
Doana smiled with satisfaction at the head maid kneeling before her.
- Meow.
At that moment, Doana’s cat trembled and let out a faint meow.
“Oh, you surprised me?”
When Doana reached out, the cat seemed startled and tried to avoid her touch. But Doana was much faster than the helpless kitten.
“Did that ugly lady scare you? I’ll beat you up. Don’t worry.”
She rubbed her face against the cat’s face as it tried to run away from her arms.
The one who was spewing out a ton of nonsense was Rose’s mother.
“Mother, calm down.”
Rose was quite flustered by her unfamiliar appearance.
“That guy seems like he’ll keep coming. Judging by the way he glared at the end and said he’d come back again.”
“He didn’t come to his senses even after getting drenched in water. This can’t be helped, Daemon. I think I have to step in.”
Rose’s mother, Rivera, stood up with a solemn expression.
Rose was startled and quickly sat her down again.
“What are you planning on doing? We’re dealing with the Count of Wence. You can’t be acting so emotionally.”
While Rose could understand the anger of her parents, angered by their precious daughter's treatment, she could never support their actions.
"Ha! The Count Wence! Thirty years ago, they were nothing. Our Serviats are a more prestigious family!"
Daemon roared, unable to contain his anger.
But seeking back their former glory would only be more miserable.
Regardless of the past, Rose's family had fallen, while the Count Wence were on the rise.
Daemon knew this well. He grumbled and pounded the table hard.
"Father, calm down. The Count Wence will fall soon. So don't be so upset."
According to the original, Count Wence would fall.
While the original was distorted, the fall of Count Wence was inevitable.
Since the Grand Duke of Artaeum and the Count of Wence were at odds, the situation would only end if one side fell.
Rose had no intention of breaking her promise to the Grand Duke. She had already boarded the same boat as the Grand Duke of Artaeum, and Rose's determination to save him remained unchanged.
Daemon didn't question the assurance in Rose's voice, thinking she was simply trying to appease him.
"...I'm sorry. Youhave to see me like this as a father."
He regained his composure and spoke calmly. Rose's mother silently held Daemon's hand.
Daemon was deeply uneasy.
'What if Rose...falls for that scoundrel again?'
Daemon displayed a resolute demeanor, but when he remembered how Rose had acted, insisting on marrying Eric, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. She had run away in the middle of the night, saying she would have a baby first, and she had caused a scene, saying she would die...
If he were to list all the things Rose had done, it would be endless. As parents who witnessed everything, it was understandable that they would feel anxious.
Especially if Rose's feelings were simply a momentary rage caused by Eric's affair, she might well try to return to Eric.
'Eric, we have to hide Rose tightly in a place where that damned bastard can't find her.'
Rose couldn't be shaken.
If they all moved together, that bastard Eric would definitely come after her.
Letting her live alone was even more dangerous. He might seduce his daughter and take her back to Count Wence.
Daemon wanted to sever the inseparable bond between Rose and Eric once and for all.
'If that bastard Eric can't find her...'
“Ah! That old fox!”
Doana, returning to her room, couldn’t contain her anger and screamed. She then began to throw objects around indiscriminately.
With a loud clang, objects broke and scattered.
The head maid, who had been quietly watching, approached Doana as if to stop her.
“Stop it. This kind of behavior is bad for the fetus.”
Doana trembled at the head maid blocking her path.
“Hey, do you think I’m crying too?”
“What do you mean?”
Doana’s gaze, gazing at her, who was as young as her mother, was incredibly arrogant.
She looked the head maid up and down and spoke softly.
“You still think I’m funny? Answer me, quickly.”
Her voice seemed calm, but it was sharp.
Doana glared fiercely at the head maid, who was much older than her. Her once-bright eyes were now filled with madness.
“Didn’t I tell you to call me Countess when we’re alone?”
The maid couldn’t help but shut her mouth at Doana’s absurd request.
“Why do you keep provoking me? How presumptuous. If I put my mind to it, it wouldn’t be a problem to fire a woman like you.”
Doana’s words were like a threat. She couldn’t help but feel small in front of her livelihood. The maid couldn’t respond to Doana’s bullying, just biting her lips.
“Yes, what’s with that look?”
Doana glared fiercely at the head maid, who was much older than her. Her once-bright eyes were now filled with madness.
“Didn’t I tell you to call me Countess when we’re alone?”
The maid couldn’t help but shut her mouth at Doana’s absurd request.
“Why do you keep provoking me? How presumptuous. If I put my mind to it, it wouldn’t be a problem to fire a woman like you.”
Doana’s words were like a threat. She couldn’t help but feel small in front of her livelihood. The maid couldn’t respond to Doana’s bullying, just biting her lips.
“Yes, what’s with that look?”
Doana, already in a bad mood, nitpicked and cornered the maid.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Doana decided to crush the innocent maid simply because she was offended.
Doana, wearing high heels over ten centimeters high, stepped on the maid’s foot.
“Hey, answer me. Before I gouge out your eyes.”
Doana pressed the flat sole of her forefoot firmly against the maid's instep.
“I absolutely hate crawling up things, so why do you keep rubbing me the wrong way?”
A bitter smile spread across her face. Doana quickly pressed her foot down firmly, stomping on it.
Once, twice.
The maid's face flushed at the humiliation of Doana, who was much younger than her and had worked under her. Even though she was being stepped on, it felt like her head was being stepped on.
"I tell you, I hate people like you."
Doana, with a faint smile on her face, glared at the maid with a cold expression.
Unlike her initial light step, her pressure grew stronger. The maid grimaced at the pain in her foot.
"You pretend to be proud and happy when you have nothing."
Doana's eyes were filled with contempt for the maid.
“Why are you even alive? If I were you, I would have just died.”
She tapped the maid’s forehead with her index finger and pushed it away.
“You’re short, fat, and ugly, too.”
Once, twice, three times.
The maid’s head snapped back in time with each word.
The maid couldn’t say anything as Doana insulted her right in front of her, and simply bit her lip.
“If you had more money, you would get plastic surgery, but there’s no such thing as plastic surgery here, right?”
Doana giggled and belittled the maid with a contemptuous gaze.
Even though the maid was crouching helplessly before her, Doana’s mood still lingered.
Doana gently lifted her foot from under her. Then, raising her sharp heel, she stepped on the maid’s instep.
“Ugh, ugh!”
The maid, whose instep had been hit, groaned in pain and struggled.
Doana smiled with satisfaction as she watched the maid sobbing before her.
The maid's piercing voice made Doana even more amused.
"You're the kind of person who doesn't understand what I'm talking about, don't you? I have to trample on you like this to bring you back to your senses."
She smiled, her teeth white, as she watched the maid wail in pain. Doana found the sight of her struggling incredibly comical.
Doana, with her sociopathic tendencies, found the more the maid suffered, the more amused she became. She giggled with a childlike, innocent expression.
The maid, unable to bear the pain, tried to push Doana away. But the coldness of her voice stopped her.
"Don't even lift a finger on me! If I miscarry, the Count might kill you."
Doana looked down at the maid, a bitter smirk on her face.
When the maid's face became a mess of tears, Doana finally took her foot off with a satisfied expression.
The maid staggered to the floor. Then, looking at her blood-soaked feet, she covered her mouth.
Transparent tears trickled down her cheeks. The blood-covered insteps of her feet were soaked with tears.
Doana, looking at the maid, gave a blank expression and ordered,
"Napkins."
When the maid refused to listen and just crouched down, she spoke again with force.
"Don't you hear? Bring me a napkin."
The maid rose heavily, limped, and grabbed a napkin from the shelf. She then tried to wipe the blood from her own feet, but Doana said,
"What are you doing? You should get it to me first. Can't you see there's blood on my precious shoes?"
The maid stared blankly at her crimson shoes. There was blood, but it wasn't really noticeable.
“They say this hardens and doesn’t clean well. Someone like you can’t even make a living working your bones off for a year. Shouldn’t you clean this first?”
The head maid stared blankly at Doana’s shoes before limping towards her. She handed her the napkin in her hand.
“Are you asking me to clean my bloody shoes? You should clean them.”
She whispered softly to the head maid, as if mocking her. The maid sat down slowly without saying anything and wiped the heels of her shoes.
“That’s right. Please clean them more thoroughly.”
Doana smiled with satisfaction at the head maid kneeling before her.
- Meow.
At that moment, Doana’s cat trembled and let out a faint meow.
“Oh, you surprised me?”
When Doana reached out, the cat seemed startled and tried to avoid her touch. But Doana was much faster than the helpless kitten.
“Did that ugly lady scare you? I’ll beat you up. Don’t worry.”
She rubbed her face against the cat’s face as it tried to run away from her arms.
***
"I won't let that empty-headed bastard off the hook! How dare he set foot here? I should XX his XX and XX him to death!"
“Mother, calm down.”
Rose was quite flustered by her unfamiliar appearance.
“That guy seems like he’ll keep coming. Judging by the way he glared at the end and said he’d come back again.”
“He didn’t come to his senses even after getting drenched in water. This can’t be helped, Daemon. I think I have to step in.”
Rose’s mother, Rivera, stood up with a solemn expression.
Rose was startled and quickly sat her down again.
“What are you planning on doing? We’re dealing with the Count of Wence. You can’t be acting so emotionally.”
While Rose could understand the anger of her parents, angered by their precious daughter's treatment, she could never support their actions.
"Ha! The Count Wence! Thirty years ago, they were nothing. Our Serviats are a more prestigious family!"
Daemon roared, unable to contain his anger.
But seeking back their former glory would only be more miserable.
Regardless of the past, Rose's family had fallen, while the Count Wence were on the rise.
Daemon knew this well. He grumbled and pounded the table hard.
"Father, calm down. The Count Wence will fall soon. So don't be so upset."
According to the original, Count Wence would fall.
While the original was distorted, the fall of Count Wence was inevitable.
Since the Grand Duke of Artaeum and the Count of Wence were at odds, the situation would only end if one side fell.
Rose had no intention of breaking her promise to the Grand Duke. She had already boarded the same boat as the Grand Duke of Artaeum, and Rose's determination to save him remained unchanged.
Daemon didn't question the assurance in Rose's voice, thinking she was simply trying to appease him.
"...I'm sorry. Youhave to see me like this as a father."
He regained his composure and spoke calmly. Rose's mother silently held Daemon's hand.
Daemon was deeply uneasy.
'What if Rose...falls for that scoundrel again?'
Daemon displayed a resolute demeanor, but when he remembered how Rose had acted, insisting on marrying Eric, he couldn't help but feel uneasy. She had run away in the middle of the night, saying she would have a baby first, and she had caused a scene, saying she would die...
If he were to list all the things Rose had done, it would be endless. As parents who witnessed everything, it was understandable that they would feel anxious.
Especially if Rose's feelings were simply a momentary rage caused by Eric's affair, she might well try to return to Eric.
'Eric, we have to hide Rose tightly in a place where that damned bastard can't find her.'
Rose couldn't be shaken.
If they all moved together, that bastard Eric would definitely come after her.
Letting her live alone was even more dangerous. He might seduce his daughter and take her back to Count Wence.
Daemon wanted to sever the inseparable bond between Rose and Eric once and for all.
'If that bastard Eric can't find her...'
As Daemon pondered this, a face appeared in his mind.
"...Yes, that person was there."
Daemon finished organizing his thoughts and said to Rose with a serious expression.
"How about you move into His Highness the Grand Duke of Artaeum's mansion for the time being?"
"Yes?!"
Rose unconsciously slurped out the coffee she was drinking at her father's sudden words.
"Honey, what do you mean? Why are you sending our Rose to that faraway place?"
Rivera, sitting next to Daemon, patted his chest, saying it was ridiculous.
Rose didn't even bother to wipe the coffee off her lips and just stared blankly at her father.
"...Yes, that person was there."
Daemon finished organizing his thoughts and said to Rose with a serious expression.
"How about you move into His Highness the Grand Duke of Artaeum's mansion for the time being?"
"Yes?!"
Rose unconsciously slurped out the coffee she was drinking at her father's sudden words.
"Honey, what do you mean? Why are you sending our Rose to that faraway place?"
Rivera, sitting next to Daemon, patted his chest, saying it was ridiculous.
Rose didn't even bother to wipe the coffee off her lips and just stared blankly at her father.
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