Chapter 54: Ruining Someone Else’s Romance Is Fun - 2

Marin was the woman destined to become John’s wife in [A Country Village’s Circumstances].

And this time, she would become John’s wife as well.

That was why Aurora’s proposal sounded so sweet.

John needs to know what it feels like to have his woman taken from him, too.

Nothing was more enjoyable than giving NTR to an NTR addict.

Still, I had no desire to ruin the life of a woman who had done nothing wrong.

I don’t make a hobby of tormenting good people.

Of course, Marin was a woman who had crossed the line long ago.

Making a deal with a witch was bad enough, but she had tried to trample an entire family through a curse.

That alone was more than enough justification to ruin her life.

The problem was that she did not seem likely to obediently offer Aurora her own virginity.

After all, she needs to be a virgin if she wants to marry John.

She would probably offer up her younger sister Lily’s virginity, just as she had in [A Gloomy Witch’s Circumstances].

There really is no bitch like her.

Lily was borderline intellectually disabled.

Well, calling her a child was a stretch, considering she was already twenty—the same age as Isabelle.

Still, true to her condition, she often displayed a particular kind of innocence.

That made her quick to trust what others said, and in [A Gloomy Witch’s Circumstances], Marin had deceived her into offering her virginity to the witch.

Honestly, I was trash among trash myself, but even I thought that was too far.

"If Marin brings another woman, can you waive the virgin’s blood?"

"If that is the condition you want, there is no problem. However, I will not return the price already paid."

"I don’t care. But I can choose the curse, right? There’s still payment left."

"That is possible. What curse do you want?"

"The [Curse of Monstrosity]."

Unlike the curse of nymphomania, which turned its victim into a woman crazed by lust, the [Curse of Monstrosity] only made one’s appearance look hideous.

It’ll be the curse that suits Isolde best.

At first, I had considered using the curse of nymphomania to make her my sex slave.

But I had a promise to Isabelle, and I also intended to teach Isolde a proper lesson, so I chose the [Curse of Monstrosity].

Isolde needs to learn how Isabelle feels, too.

The thought alone brought a smile to my face.

How long would Isolde be able to endure?

. . .

Crunch, crunch.

Wrapped tightly in a blanket, Isolde could not contain her anxiety and bit at her nails.

This is a dream. It has to be a dream. No, it is a dream.

To Isolde, her beauty had been both a woman’s weapon and the hope that would change her life.

Even when her household was shaken by Isabelle, even when her father died of the plague, Isolde had not despaired.

Because she had been confident that with her looks, she could overcome any hardship.

But the beauty she had believed in was ruined.

Thoroughly ruined.

The men who had offered her gifts just yesterday for the privilege of seeing her smile were now throwing stones at her.

John, her lover, had seen her face and fled with a look of terror.

Everyone was telling her the same thing. Your face is too hideous.

"No! No, it isn’t! This isn’t my face!"

With the beauty that had sustained her until now gone, there was no trace left of the normally strong Isolde.

Only a woman trembling with anxiety remained.

"It’ll come back. It definitely will! Isabelle was cured too!"

Tremble, tremble.

All Isolde, trembling with fear, could do was cling to Ian.

There was nothing else she could do.

"That’s right, Ian cured Isabelle. Then he can cure me too, can’t he? Right? Tell me I’m right!"

And so Isolde came to rely on Ian. No, she had no choice but to rely on him.

Otherwise, she felt as though she would go insane.

That was when it happened.

Click.

Someone burst into the house.

"W-who are you people?!"

"Miss Isolde, I can only say that this is unfortunate."

Isolde trembled in fear at the sight of the senior nuns surrounding her.

"In accordance with doctrine, we will place the cursed Miss Isolde in isolation."

"I-isolation?! Who decided that?"

"It has already been decided. Please do not resist."

"Let go! Let me go!"

Isolde tried to escape the senior nuns, but aside from her beauty, she had nothing exceptional about her. She could not get away from nuns who had undergone formal training since childhood.

"Mom! Isabelle! Help me! Help me!"

Isolde screamed, but there was no one to help her.

In the end, Isolde was caught and dragged away by the senior nuns.

. . .

Hearing her daughter’s screams, Adelia’s mind went blank.

Barely restraining the urge to run to Isolde, she approached the abbess before her.

Seeing her, Vanessa carefully offered words of comfort.

"Lady Adelia, I imagine you must be heartbroken over what has happened to your daughter."

"What will happen to Isolde?"

"Until we determine the nature of the curse, senior nuns will take turns watching over her."

"...She can be cured, can’t she?"

Though she had never shown it outwardly, Adelia had taken great pride in Isolde.

Even from another woman’s perspective, Isolde was beautiful, and unlike herself, she was confident.

Rejected by her husband for giving birth to a cursed daughter, Adelia had believed that Isolde was all that remained in her life.

"I am sorry. Until we determine what kind of curse it is, I cannot say for certain."

"Ah..."

And now the daughter she had been so proud of had been ruined by a curse.

Isabelle had been born cursed, and now her other daughter was cursed as well.

At that fact, Adelia’s mind, which had endured until now, finally broke down.

"Mom, it’s okay. It’ll be okay."

Isabelle embraced Adelia, who had sunk to the ground in despair.

"So don’t be too sad. Everything will work out."

"Sob... sniff. Yes, it’ll work out."

Thanks to her daughter’s comfort, Adelia was barely able to hold on to hope.

At least, she was not alone now.

She had her daughter Isabelle, and a son-in-law she could rely on.

So she could not give up yet.

"I’m sorry. I’m sorry your mother is so useless."

Adelia sobbed as she pulled Isabelle into her arms.

"I’m sorry I gave birth to you like this."

Once again, believing it to be her own fault, Adelia repeatedly apologized to her daughters.

. . .

Locked in the isolation room, Isolde was overwhelmed by fear.

Why is no one helping me?

Am I going to be abandoned, just like Isabelle was in the past?

Because I’m useless?

Because I have no value as a woman?

Because I’m hideous?

Because I’m nothing but a burden?

All sorts of terrible thoughts flashed through her mind.

"Ian, where are you? Come quickly! I’m so anxious, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind."

Isolde called for Ian once more.

There was no one else she could depend on now.

Her mother? She would only keep saying she was sorry, unable to do anything as always.

Isabelle? Considering what she had done, Isolde could not believe her younger sister would help her.

But would Ian help her?

Crunch, crunch.

Isolde bit her nails until her fingers bled.

She knew it too. There was no reason for Ian to help her.

Because she had always made his life miserable.

Things would be different if his beloved wife Isabelle asked him, but Isolde did not think Isabelle would ask Ian on her behalf.

In the end, all Isolde could do was tremble with anxiety as she was now.

"It was wrong from the beginning."

Through the moonlight shining beyond the iron bars, Isolde recalled the day she had first met Ian.

Her eyes gradually grew haggard.

[ "I’m Ian, a hunter." ]

Ian’s first impression had been the worst.

She had expected something from a man brought by the village chief, but he had been terribly ugly.

He was even shabbily dressed and looked as though he owned nothing.

So she refused him.

Because women did not want men without financial means.

[ "Isolde, say hello. This is the man you are going to marry." ]

[ "No! I’d rather die than marry that man." ]

[ "Why not?" ]

[ "He’s ugly. I won’t marry such an ugly man!" ]

What woman would marry a man whose future was not secure in the first place?

Isolde had thought that a beautiful woman like herself and Ian, who was nothing more than an outsider, were not a suitable match.

But what about now?

His formerly ugly appearance had become passable, and he had become the wealthiest person in the village.

Nor did it end there. He had earned recognition from both the church and the village.

He was exceptional in terms of ability as well, yet such a man loved one woman, again and again.

He had even had his love acknowledged by a Seraphim.

Isolde was jealous of that to the point of death, and the days she had spent dating John, who wanted only her body, now felt pathetic.

If I had married Ian back then, would my life have been different?

In the dim moonlight, Isolde saw Isabelle standing beside Ian.

Her younger sister, happier than anyone else.

"It was mine. I should have had it!"

For the first time, Isolde felt jealousy toward Isabelle.

Her twisted feelings toward the younger sister who possessed what she could not gradually turned into resentment.

What if Ian had been her husband?

Just as he had saved Isabelle, he would have saved her.

And she could have had the beautiful wedding she had always dreamed of.

"You were always like that. You always took things from me."

Her parents’ attention, their care, her dreams, and now even a man—Isabelle had taken them all.

At that thought, dark emotions churned within Isolde’s chest.

"I’ll take him too. I’ll take him too."

Isolde’s eyes became bloodshot.

She was no longer looking at the moonlight. All she saw was the back of the man she had let slip away that day.

"Ian, I’m sorry for making your life miserable before."

"When you come back, I’ll be good to you. Okay? Please come quickly."

"I’ll even give you the virginity I’ve kept all this time."

"I’ll treat you better than Isabelle does."

She muttered like someone who had lost her mind.

Crunch, crunch.

"So please, make me your wife."

"Please."

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