I'll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

Ian gave his consent with a reluctant face, and Masha and Hestia sat down as if they had been waiting.

Two seats were empty, but when they sat down, the chairs were filled just right.

Looking at that, Ian blurted out.

“Next time, I’ll ask you to bring only two chairs.”

But Ian’s muffled voice was quickly drowned out by the conversation.

“So Sir Debussy is here today at the call of His Highness?”

At Masha’s words, Hestia, who was next to her, opened her mouth with a sad face.

“Your Highness has had a lot of trouble keeping up with you, Debussy.”

Filina replied with a noble smile.

“I can’t help it. Still, it made me feel better to see Princess Hestia and Marsha like this.”

At her words, Masha smiled sweetly.

“I’m glad you did.”

Soon a maid came over, changed the kettle, and placed two teacups on the table.

Ian, who had been listening to the conversation between the three of them, frowned dumbfounded.

“Some people think I’m very mean to Princess Debussy.”

His sarcasm was also buried in the conversation between the three of them.

Ian narrowed his brow and brought the cookie from the table to his mouth.

His purpose was to see Philina’s face anyway, so it didn’t matter if she was talking to someone else.

On the contrary, he was satisfied to be able to see her friendly smile, which he hadn’t even seen before.

So much so that every once in a while, he thinks it’s okay to have a conversation with the four of them like this.

Ian was staring at Philina with his chin down, as if he were looking at a noble statue.

Then one of the attendants rushed over and whispered to him in a cautious voice:

Ian’s face stiffened slightly.

Hestia, who had been conversing with Philina, glanced at his expression and asked lightly:

“Is your father calling?”

If there was anyone who could make such a strong face, it was the Emperor.

Ian ran his hair back, looking already tired.

“I’ll be here for a while.”

He stood up and spoke in a low voice. Ian looked at Filina for a moment before turning away.

“If I don’t come back, I’ll go back to the academy.”

To his words, Filina replied in a sophisticated voice.

“Yes, Your Highness. Come on.”

Ian, who had been staring at her in silence, turned and walked away with the escort.

Hestia took her hand to the teacup that the maid had prepared for her. As she swallowed down a sip of her hot tea, she let out a low sigh.

Filina looked at her and opened her mouth slowly.

“Princess, are you all right?”

Hestia’s gaze turned to Philina.

Philina glanced briefly around and spoke again.

“The princess took care of this garden herself.”

But now that Ian has touched the garden at will, she’s going to be upset.

However, Filina was a little embarrassed to say this.

The flowers in the garden he changed were roses.

I hate to admit it, but Ian must have deliberately turned all the flowers in the garden into roses to show me.

Ian would simply have chosen the nicest garden in the palace. But it turned out to be a garden that Hestia often used.

It was something she cared about, so of course it was well organized.

Hestia, who had been quietly looking around the garden, spoke in an unfamiliar voice.

“This was the only stigma in my boredom and daily life, and in the end my hobbies were taken away from me by His Royal Highness the Prince.”

Hidden in every sentence she uttered were the daily life that Hestia had been going through so far.

Marsha, who was next to her, looked at Hestia and opened her mouth.

“You’ve decided to solve your boring daily life with me in the future.”

At the words that Masha spat out, Filina asked with a puzzled face.

“How did you decide to work it out with the Minister?”

Then Hestia smiled low and said to Philina:

“In fact, it was nothing more than a one-sided coercion by the Minister. I’m going to go down to the village of Alvar next week to do some work.”

“Work?”

Filina tilted her head and looked at Marsha.

Then, as she met Hestia’s eyes and smiled, she added an explanation to Filina.

“The princess doesn’t smile much these days, so I made a proposal to an old lady. There was a village where I often went to minister, and I decided to accompany her there.”

It was a surprising statement.

How dare she, who has the status of a princess, go to the village to serve?

Masha couldn’t understand when he proposed it, and it was strange for Hestia, who didn’t seem to approve but didn’t seem to reject it either.

Of course, Hestia would have been more of a spectator than an active participant in the service.

In fact, in the Great War, under the pretext of washing away sins, they sometimes went down to the villages to serve.

But even so, I haven’t heard that the minister himself will come down to the village to serve…….

Normally, the disciples would have done the work for them.

Filina looked at them in still incomprehension, then put her hand on the food that Ian had stopped eating.

Ian never returned to the garden.

According to Hestia, His Majesty the Emperor was not in a very good mood because of the rumors circulating among the Alvar Empire these days.

She also advised Filina not to show people with Ian until he had a stable engagement ceremony.

If the rumor spreads, it will only cause her more trouble.

“I’d like to, but as you know, I’m not in a position to refuse His Royal Highness.”

“…… That’s why I’m still spending my time here.”

Hestia quickly agreed, looking at Filina wistfully.

The scent of rich roses carried in the wind.

She muttered, her eyes sunken even more.

“If I had more power than I have now…, I’d have given Ian some stinging advice.”

She forced herself to smile and added helplessly.

“I’m only older than my brother, and the role may be the weakest of his closest associates. So much so that the name princess doesn’t fit at all.”

Perhaps Hestia feels a strange disconnect between her identity as a princess and her actual role.

Filina swallowed her teacup and studied Hestia.

I can’t take my eyes off her shadowy face because Hestia’s expression is so similar to mine.

Feelings of anger and hopelessness towards one’s own weakness.

A deep thirst and hunger for power.

Finally, she expressed his sense of defeat in death and gained the power of divine power.

Philina’s eyes lit up.

Ahh!

Is the meaning of the divine power related to the death of a past life?

I wonder if the faint desire to be strong has finally been delivered to this world.

Her gaze fell downwards as she looked at Hestia.

There was a hollow smile on his lips.

What’s the use of having the power to come to death?

My soul has already been crushed to pieces by the world.

Even if you are alive, you are not alive.

If something changes after reaching death, what’s the point?

The world is so absurd.

Filina parted ways with Hestia after passing the time.

As he left the imperial palace with Masha, he held her for a moment and asked her about the divine power.

“Memories of a past life?”

Masha looked at Filina with a puzzled face. Then he smiled and opened his mouth again, as if he was having fun.

“Did you suddenly wonder about your memories of your past life?”

“Yes, I have something I want to check.”

Filina looked at Masha with a stern expression. Masha, who had been silently looking at her red eyes, shrugged lightly and said:

“It’s not impossible. But it won’t be easy. The older the memory, the stronger the mental strength it will take.”

“You mean it’s possible?”

At the sound of Philina’s clear voice, Masha was silent for a moment.

Brilliant sunlight streamed through them.

Masha tilted her head to one side and smiled softly at Philina.

“But I don’t really recommend seeing the memories of the war.”

At her words, Filina looked at Masha as if to ask what she meant.

She smiled with a pale face and spoke in a low voice.

“They say that most memories of past lives are connected to this life. If the memories of the past affect your present life, you may end up resenting someone you don’t know.”

“…… Just because you can’t remember doesn’t mean your past life is gone.”

Philina’s dry voice passed through the dry air. Masha kept her mouth shut and met her gaze.

Filina asked, turning to her.

“If you say that someone has done something terribly wrong and you don’t remember anything . . .”

“…….”

“What do you think?”

At the sound of her voice, Masha replied with a gentle smile.

“It’s frustrating. It’s going to be frustrating and devastating.”

“But the world says forgiveness is everything. I’ve always felt a sense of separation from this. Even if the other person doesn’t remember, I still have painful memories in my head…, so how can I forgive them all?”

Marsha just stared into Philina’s troubled face in silence. She took a step closer and carefully grasped Philina’s hand.

Masha’s voice spread through the empty silence.

“It seems to me that Sir Debussy already knows the answer?”

“That’s what……”

“People are wise. So, if you can’t forgive someone, you blame them. It doesn’t require anyone’s persuasion. Your thoughts are already so entrenched that You don’t need anyone’s advice.”

Masha looked up and met Filina’s eyes.

A faint breeze flowed and enveloped them.

“But now Sir Debussy is thinking a lot. In most of these cases, it’s because there’s a lot of resentment and deep affection for the other person.”

“…….”

“I’m trying to somehow widen the gap between them. You have to grumble, because it doesn’t work.”

Marsha, who made eye contact with Filina, spoke in a sophisticated voice.

“That’s why I keep looking for reasons not to forgive the other person.”

Filina hardened her expression coldly.

As if she didn’t want to acknowledge what she was saying, she tried to shake Masha’s hand.

But Masha opened her mouth again, clasping Philina’s hand even more firmly.

“It’s important to know what you’re thinking. It’s also necessary to be resentful of this. But the reason it bothers me is that you try to ignore this fact. It’s like pouring cold water on your life so far.”