I’ll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

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Ariel rolled her eyes and opened her mouth cautiously.
Philina, who had been staring at her intently, tilted her head slightly and asked:

“What did you hide behind the scenes?”

At her question, Ariel asked, shaking his shoulders and curling his lips.

“Oh, nothing…”

“It’s nothing, why hide it?”

Philina frowned and walked over to where she stood.

Then Ariel rolled his eyes with a puzzled expression.

“Why can’t you show me? Did you steal anything?”

“No, it’s not!”

At the sound of Philina’s muffled voice, Ariel shouted in chagrin.

Filina just stared at her dryly.

It wasn’t that she was forced to make up something she wouldn’t have done.

He hadn’t seen any signs of that yet, but in his previous life, Ariel had easily touched Philina’s things.

When Filina got angry about this, the family beat her up, saying how much Ariel would have wanted it and steal it.

They wanted to be a great big sister to Philina every time, and Ariel wanted to use it to get everything she wanted.

So it wasn’t too much to see her screaming with a face of resentment right now.

Ariel held out the object she had hidden behind her as if she couldn’t help it.
Philina lowered her gaze to look at what was on top of her hand.

It was a brooch made in the shape of a rose.

A small smile slipped between Philina’s lips.

“To say that you didn’t steal it, my things are very similar to the rose brooch you carried.”

“I didn’t steal it.”

Ariel’s red eyes looked directly at Philina.

He had rolled his eyes timidly a moment ago, and now his gaze was sharp as he stared straight at her.

Filina muttered, with a small laugh.

“…… I didn’t steal this brooch.”

At the sound of her voice, Ariel bit his bottom lip and then spat out with a solid face.

“It was a gift from my mother.”

“…… Is your mother?”

Filina asked, frowning slightly.
Then Ariel looked straight at her and spoke in a calm voice.

“I said I wanted a brooch, and my mother picked one out of the jewelry box in my sister’s room.”

Ariel’s lips naturally drew an arc as she said that.
Philina, who had been staring at the corners of her mouth, said dryly:

“Knowing full well that you have taken a brooch from my jewelry box, you reply that it is a gift from your mother.”

Filina asked, her lips curling up.

“What do you call someone who shamelessly takes something that its owner doesn’t even allow and makes a fuss about it as if it were mine?”

Philina bent her hips in front of Ariel, and two pairs of red pupils touched.
Philina looked down at her and murmured in a noble voice.

“Thief.”

“…….”

“Robbers, crooks, pickpockets, night guests.”

Philina straightened her hips and tilted her head as she rested her index finger on her chin.

“What other words are there?”

She added, looking at Ariel.

“A word that suits you.”

Ariel’s eyes had a cold chill in his eyes.

Philina, who had been staring at her gaze, opened her mouth with a short sneer.

“What are you looking at so scary? I just told you the words that would suit you.
Oh, are you afraid I’m going to take that brooch back?”

She shrugged and continued.

“Don’t worry.
I never recycle anything that someone else has used.”

With that, Philina smiled softly and turned to go back to her bedroom.

But Ariel’s voice grabbed her again.

“Don’t be angry with me.”

Ariel continued, glaring fiercely at Philina.

“You’re angry with me right now.
My mother gave me her sister’s things.”

Philina turned her head to look at Ariel.
Her cream-colored hair drifted softly.
His temper was fierce, revealing beneath his slender frame.

“Isn’t this the reason why my sister hates me? I’m jealous because my mother cares more about that Ariel Debussy, who doesn’t have a drop of blood, than she does about her own daughter, Philina or her sister.”

Ariel’s eyes scanned Philina fiercely.

“Am I wrong?”

Filina was looking down at her with a pale expression.

He said sorry to Ariel, but he didn’t feel any emotional stir.
Because what she was saying was a line she had already heard many times in her previous life.

At first, I didn’t know what to do with the words that pierced my heart, and I remember feeling like an idiot.

There was a time when I was lonely and desperately needed my family’s attention.

But not now.

There was no reason to get carried away by her words.
He doesn’t love his family enough to make Ariel jealous.

Philina stared at Ariel with a blank face.

“Actually, I don’t hate you very much.”

At her words, Ariel’s eyes widened.
A dull air surrounded them.

“You have to have a certain amount of emotion to hate people, right?”

She smiled softly and continued calmly.

“But I don’t care that much about you, Ariel.”