20 years had passed when I woke up! ~ The villain's daughter’s thereafter and after that ~ - Chapter 27

Translator: Darling | Editor: Nebosuke

Author’s Notes:

2017/5/15 10:30 Edited

Delete the inherited name because it is confusing.

Leon X (inherited name) → Marcos (birth name)

Fioria received Lawrence’s letter when she was visiting an aristocratic school in the royal capital of Tristana.

“..… He looks like he’s in trouble.”

The envelope also included the blackmail letter posited to his brother Marcos.

“Receive the blade of my revenge. Make up for your sin with your life.”

The blackmail letter began with such a sentence, followed by a series of happenings that the sender went through. 

The sender wrote that he (she?) was betrayed in the holy war 20 years ago and was seriously injured.

He was supposed to be eaten by monsters, but a “witch” living in the Black Forest helped him out. He managed to save his life.

After that, he traveled around countries in the East with the witch, and this time he returned to the Belgian continent for his revenge.

Who was the sender?

The initials hinted at who it was. 

“W.H.”

W = Winfield

H = Heinkel

His brother Marcos assumed so and was haunted by Heinkel’s shadow.

“If W.H. are his initials, should they be the other way around?”

“His first name is Heinkel and the last name is Winfield. His initials should be H.W.”

However, in the East, the family name came first and the given name came next. Thus, W.H. sort of made sense. However, that couldn’t be a decisive clue.

“Fioria, why are you making such a sour face?”

“Are you okay? Do you feel sick? Do you wanna rest?”

“Sister Fioria, shall I call the resident doctor?”

A lot of female students were around Fioria.

Currently, she was visiting the Tristana Aristocratic School that she graduated from. 

She intended to have brief chats with the teachers who taught her, but these female students surrounded her right on the spot.

Is this real? Real Fioria? Wow, this is genuinely her!

Euphoria, fuss, and screams.

Fioria was like a movie star. The legend of the “Blizzard Empress” had still been passed down even 20 years later.

The legend said:

In the first three days she attended school, she uncovered the school principal’s misconduct and suspended him upside down from the rooftop.

She dropped the << Wand of Divine Punishment >> on the Pope, who was illegitimately selling the indulgences, and told him that she was the messenger and executer sent down from God.

She completely demolished the headquarters of a drug syndicate, leaving only a crater there. 

……It was a little too exaggerated, but myths were more likely to be passed down sensationally.

“Thanks, but I’m okay.”

Fioria smiled tenderly.

Since she usually behaved gallantly, her sweet smile made her a totally different person. This fascinated the female students even more. 

One-third of the girls had tears in their eyes, one-third of them had flushed faces, and the remaining fainted and had to be supported by their friends.

“…Well, it surprises me.”

Fioria didn’t expect this to happen. 

Everyone is a little too excited, I think…

I’m glad you all look up to me, but if this happens everywhere, I won’t be able to attend a ballroom party. 

“It’s a disaster… Well, it’s just a petty racket for me though.”

A sort of arrogant attitude. A foul mouth. 

A boy strode forward while he ran his fingers through his hair that was colored like charred butter.

His face was well-chiseled and he had a defined nose. His silver-rimmed glasses made him look intelligent.

“Nice to meet you, ‘No Healer Saint’. I’m Carl Levante.”

“……….”

Fioria didn’t reply.

She gave him a short cold glance and turned her sight away from Carl.

“Oh, you ignore me. You may not know this, but I am the son of Pope Howl III.”

“………..”

Fioria didn’t say anything yet.

“No Healer Saint” was one of Fioria’s nicknames, which people used to insult her.

She thought it was rude for him to call her by that nickname, and it’d be better to pay no attention to him.

“Lex, I’m going to see Lawrence right away. Get me the carriage.”

“It’s already been arranged.”

“Thank you. You are excellent.”

Fioria and Lex were to leave the aristocratic school, but…

“Damn! Don’t be such a stuck-up bitch just because you’re from the Duke family! It’s rubbish compared to the church’s authority!”

The young man, Carl, seemed to have a bad temper. 

He stood in Fioria’s way with his madly reddened face and yelled, “What on earth…..”

Fioria got annoyed.

Finally, she looked at Carl.

She squirted her jade-colored eyes and stared at him. 

“………Oops.”

Carl got scared. 

Intimidated by Fioria, he couldn’t say anything.

He looked down, stepped back, and stumbled over his feet.

He appeared pathetic even though he didn’t fall over.

“… Be able to look back at me at least. You are so lame.”

Fioria brushed her hair up with her fingers.

A group of girls cheered behind her. 

Fioria turned around and saw those mesmerized girls looking at her. 

One of these girls was even sketching Fioria, perhaps because of her motivation to create the art was stimulated.

She briefly waved her hand at them, and some of them fainted.

* *

After about half a day, the carriage arrived at the seaside country town.

She visited Lawrence’s house stealthily, so as to avoid neighbors from finding her and making a fuss. 

“My sincere gratitude to you for paying us a visit and traveling such a long way, My Lady Fioria.”

“Don’t mention it, Lawrence. Let’s stop with the stiff greetings. Let’s be friends like we were back then.”

“…Well, fair enough.”

Lawrence grinned amicably.

These 20 years had changed him into a bulky man.

His chest, shoulders, and arms were buffed and muscular. His skin was lightly suntanned.

His brown hair was tied up at the back. He looked like an astute trader.

“Thanks for coming. It was on very short notice. I appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome. By the way, aren’t you mad at me?”

It was Fioria who made his brother Marcos step down from the Pope’s chair. As a result, Marcos’s family business, the Matthias Trading Corp, was put on the brink of their business closure as their revenues had plunged.

If Lawrence held a grudge against Fioria, it was totally understandable. 

But he said, “My brother crossed the line as the Pope. My dad didn’t warn him either. Of course, he deserved the punishment.”

He said what he honestly believed. 

He then shrugged his shoulders, and his silver dice pendant swung under his protruding Adam’s apple. 

“Well, I’m a man who’s going to leave a legend behind. A great man always goes through big failures. Well, it isn’t so tough to rebuild a trading company or two though.”

Lawrence acted with bravado. It was a fact that he put all of his time, effort, and wisdom in order to recover his trading business.

As far as this area was concerned, the Matthias Trading Corp had the second-largest amount of market shares after the Granford Company. 

“To begin with, can I meet Marcos?”

“Okay, but don’t be surprised. He is different from he was back then 20 years ago.”

Lawrence smiled mischievously.

Marcos seemed to be in his own room.

When Fioria met him, Marcos had surely transformed into another person.

His flabby belly was totally gone. He was as skinny as a stick.

His used-to-be-greedy eyes were replaced by innocent ones. 

He even seemed to be enlightened.

“Long time no see, Fioria. I said a lot of nasty things to you back then. I’m sorry for what I said.”

“… Who are you?”

“Marcos Matthias. I was once the Pope. Many things happened to me in the last 20 years. I repented and decided to lead a better life.”

Haha! Marcos smiled. He seemed to have advanced thinking. 

“I made a mistake. Immediately after being relegated from my Pope position, due to my resentment, I hired an assassin from the East to kill Heinkel. I’ve thought about it for a few days. As the proverb says, ‘You get what you deserve,’ I think I should accept my death without any resistance.”

“……I see.”

Fioria nodded with her curiosity. 

“If it’s your decision, it won’t say anything….. Except I won’t let it happen!”

“Why?”

“We don’t know if Heinkel really sent you the blackmail letter…. Give me 3 days. I’ll find something for you.”

Fioria got to the bottom of this matter within 2 days.

“…No way, it was all set up.”

“Do you mean Marcos and Lawrence hoaxed you?” Lex asked.

Fioria shook her head.

“No. They have been tricked and are rather poor victims. I wonder if the mastermind will show up as a canny detective. He creates an incident and solves it himself. What exactly does he want to do? …..Well, let’s wait and see what comes up with.”

The next day, a guest visited the Matthias’ house.

“I’ve heard from a source that the former Pope, Marcos, is in danger. I’m here to help him.”

The visitor was a young man whose hair was charred-buttery colored. 

Every now and then, he looked into the mirror and fine-tuned his hairstyle.

The person who called Fioria “No Healer Saint” 3 days before….. 

It was Carl Levante.

Chapter 4 will have 4 volumes with 8 chapters.