I’ll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

She entered a fairly small dining room, and the old interior was the first thing that caught my eye.

Even the wallpaper was faded, and the tables and chairs looked old.

Henry bowed his head to the narrow door and stepped inside, his expression hardening as he looked inside the dining room.

“I don’t see this as a place where I would entertain Lord Debussy.”

He continued, with a nuance that seemed to leave the restaurant at any moment.

“I’d rather look elsewhere.
Or maybe it’s a little annoying, but I’m going back to where I was supposed to be…”

“It’s a waste of time.
I just eat here.”

But Philina replied with a grave face, and sat down by the window.
Henry sighed softly and walked over to where she was.

As he sat down, Filina squinted and said:

“Loosen your face.
Why do you say I’m fine?”

Henry looked around the interior of the restaurant with a disapproving face, then made eye contact with her and opened his mouth.

“I’m not okay with that.
I wanted to go to a much nicer place and have a meal with him, but it hurts my pride that it doesn’t work out the way I want.”

“There’s something to hurt your pride.
After all, when it goes into the stomach, it’s all the same food……”

At her words, Henry looked at Philina, his frown contorted.

“What an insensitive answer, Lord Debussy.”

He brushed up his hair as if he hadn’t expected it, then pulled a handkerchief from the inside of his robe and wiped it on the table.

A small shadow fell beside Philina, who was silently watching the figure.

“You’ve never seen a guest before.”

A middle-aged-looking woman approached them with a loving smile.

“Are you two the only one here?”

To her question, Filina replied with a pale face.

“Yes, if you have a menu, would you like it?”

At Philina’s words, she smiled embarrassedly and opened her mouth.

“We only have one menu.
Didn’t you know?”

It was none other than Henry who answered her question.

“How can a business owner run a business with one food?”

His face, which had been even more unkempt, was even more distorted.
Looking at Henry, the woman laughed awkwardly.

“It’s a policy that our store has been following for a long time, so I can’t help it.
What would you do?”

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At her question, Henry looked at Philina and said,

“Sir Debussy, let’s just go somewhere else.
No matter how much you think about it, it doesn’t seem to be here.”

“Nope.”

But Filina pulled her lips up and said:

“Am I okay? It’s usually a one-dish game, and there’s nothing tasteless.”

“Yes?”

Henry furrowed his eyebrows as if he didn’t understand, but Filina smiled softly and turned to the restaurant owner.

“I’ll place an order.”

The woman, who had a wry smile at her words, glanced at Henry.
On her behalf, Philina asked Henry.

“What are you going to do? I’m going to eat here, so go out on your own or do whatever you want.
Lord Argeni.”

At Philina’s words, Henry looked at her with a puzzled face.

Then, as if he couldn’t help it, he sighed and ordered, and when the owner of the restaurant disappeared into the kitchen, he shouted at Filina.

“…… Sir Debussy doesn’t give me even the slightest chance.”

“What chance?”

Henry hesitated for a moment at her nonchalant question, and then opened his mouth.

“I hope Sir Debussy doesn’t hate me.”

Filina looked at him, her expression crumpled.
Henry added quietly, his gaze down.

“I can only hope for that, but it’s very difficult.”

He seemed to have hurt his pride at Filina’s insistence on a small restaurant.

You’ve probably only eaten the finest cuisine in a luxurious mansion, and you’ve probably felt embarrassed to serve a woman in a cramped restaurant with only one menu.

Philina came from the same aristocratic family as him, but she had been good at going to any restaurant until she was possessed by the novel, so she didn’t have much resistance to this place either.

Philina, who had been staring at him intently, put her hand on her chin and let out dryly.

“Just fine.
It seems to me that you want something too big.”

Henry’s pupils rose upwards to face her.
He asked, smiling coldly.

“Is that so? Did I want something very grand?”

At his words, Filina smiled sheepishly.

“Absolutely.
It’s almost impossible for me not to hate Lord Argeny.”

“What on earth did I do so wrong to Sir Debussy that you hate me so much?”

“Well, I don’t know.
I don’t want to tell you much.
Just think that you were enemies in a previous life.”

“It’s too one-sided a sentiment to be called a bitter affair.”

At his words, Philina frowned and looked at Henry.
Then he spoke once more in a clear voice.

“I don’t hate Sir Debussy.
So it’s a one-sided feeling.”

“…….”

“Maybe if I had a past life, I might know why I feel now.
Why can’t I hate Sir Debussy, who always chooses bad words for me .
.
.”

Philina, who had been listening to him quietly, raised her lips dryly.

“It’s impossible anyway, right?”

On a topic that I don’t even remember about my past life…….

Philina looked out the window, averting her gaze, as if she didn’t want to argue anymore.

Henry looked at her with some frustration, but Filina didn’t turn her head.

In the original story of “The Flower of Cecilia,” Henry had no special feelings for Philina or Debussy.

They only used each other for Cecilia’s sake, but they didn’t particularly like or dislike her.
He had never been interested in anyone.

Such qualities of Henry deserved to be highlighted in this life as well.
I shouldn’t have shown my emotions to me.

Philina turned her head abruptly and asked Henry.

“You know what? In fact, I entered the military academy illegally.
I gave Huey the money and got the potion.
That’s what I took for the entrance exam.”

In the hope that Henry would be disappointed in him, he admitted his bad deeds.

Of course, the potion didn’t have any effect, and in the end, I took the entrance exam on my own.

“…… So what are you going to do?”

He furrowed one of his eyebrows and opened his mouth.

“Whichever way Sir Debussy came in, is that something I should care about?”

At his nonchalant retort, Filina was speechless.
When she closed her mouth, Henry added with a sullen face.

“I overheard a conversation with Lord Fieldman in the infirmary before.
That’s when I knew about potions.”

On the day Ian forced him to go to the infirmary, Huey came over and seemed to be saying that they had a brief conversation about potions.

She asked bluntly.

“But why did you pretend you didn’t know until now?”

“It’s ridiculous .
.
.
I just didn’t think it was something I should care about.”

In the end, whether or not she used the potion was a separate matter for herself.
He didn’t look too disappointed.

Filina pursed her lips and rolled her eyes.

“Then you know that I once strangled Lord Argeni in the training room?”

At her words, Henry frowned.
At the unprecedented reaction, Filina smiled happily and added:

“Sometimes I get in trouble because I don’t have good anger control.
That’s why I’ve heard a lot of people say that I have a bad temper.
If they are offended, they don’t cover it up, they start with violence.”

Henry replied nonchalantly at her words.

“I already know that Sir Debussy is not a good character.
The wound on his neck is a little scarred, but it has healed somewhat.
I don’t really care.”

At the grave sound of his voice, Filina snorted.

You said you choked me, how can you say you don’t care…?

Filina turned her head, realizing that it wasn’t worth saying anymore.

Looking at her, I could see Henry smiling softly.

There was a short silence, and the owner of the restaurant brought the food.

Filina sighed softly as she watched the sheep on the table.

“Enjoy your meal.”

The owner put the food on it and went back without any explanation.

Henry looked down at the dish in front of him and contorted his frown.

“What the hell is this…”

He picked up his chopsticks and stirred the vegetables in the bowl.

On top of a bowl of white rice, I noticed a variety of vegetables and meat cut into bite-sized pieces.
And even the soft-boiled egg in the middle of the heart…….

Filina snorted in disbelief.

This was a dish that would never be seen in this world set in the West.

Henry, who didn’t know how to use chopsticks properly, was rummaging through the bowl for nothing, and he picked up the heat with his chopsticks.
Seeing him, Philina frowned.

“You have to use a spoon to eat bibimbap, Lord Argeni.”

“Yes?”

He asked with a puzzled face, and Philina sprinkled the spice paste and sesame oil on the table inside the bowl and rubbed it to her heart’s content with her chopsticks.

Henry was staring at her curiously.

Filina frantically scooped up a handful of bibimbap with a spoon and brought it to her mouth.
She chewed it and swallowed it with filth and sighed softly.

“Wow, this is the first time I’ve had a hometown meal…”

Philina muttered with emotion, then looked at Henry.

“You’ve found a restaurant that looks amazing.”

He spat it out and then corrected himself again.

“No, this restaurant is where I found it.”

He looked at Philina with a face that asked what he meant, but she said in a noble voice, as if she didn’t even notice Henry’s expression.

“I’m going to have to work on it, Lord Argeni, and impressing the Lady is not as easy as it seems.”

Her face looked excited as she uttered any word.
Henry was looking at Philina awkwardly.

You look like that in front of me… Until just a few minutes ago, there was a chilly atmosphere…….

He lowered his gaze to look at the silver penny in front of me.

I rubbed it with the spices as she did, and then spooned a handful.

All kinds of vegetables were tossed in the right amount and spread out into my mouth.

Before I knew it, I was bringing the spoon to my mouth repeatedly, and I heard a small laugh in front of me.

Henry pursed his lips and looked ahead.

Then, looking at him, her gaze intertwined head-on with Philina, who was smiling brightly, as if she was amused.

Henry’s face burned red.

She asked, smiling sweetly.

“If you just walked out, you’d almost regret it, right?”

Henry couldn’t answer, and stared at her blankly.

Filina focused on eating again, as if she had been looking at him for some time.

That’s when Henry’s gaze came down.

I felt my heart beating fast.

I couldn’t breathe properly.
It was like electricity flowing through my fingertips.

His purple eyes rose again and scanned Philina relentlessly.