I’ll Make It a Bad Ending Like a Villain

escort knight standing on one side left the room without notice, and Filina wrinkled her eyes when she saw it.

 

 So only Ian and her were the only ones in this space.

 

 “Come here.”

 

 He patted the seat next to him and spoke softly.

 

 “I don’t like it.”

 

 Filina frowned and answered in a displeased voice.

 

 “How do you sit in bed with another woman when you have a fiancée?”

 

 Ian, who raised his eyes with a sullen face at her words, said in a stern voice.

 

 “If not here, is there any other place to sit?”

 

 Filina looked around at his words.

 

 The room she shared with Bessie in half had a bed in which Ian was sitting, as well as her wardrobe, a desk, and a chair.

 

 The only problem was that she had a mountain of clothes in her chair.
The wardrobe in her dorm was small, and she had too many clothes brought from her mansion.

 

 However, to keep the luggage bag as it was, the necessary items were mixed in the bag and it was impossible to distinguish them.

 

 In the end, whether it was organized or not, it was best to take everything out first.

 

 So, it was inevitable that her room had not been organized.

 

 Various clothes, hats, and gloves were scattered on the desk as well as the chair, and even undergarments were tangled randomly on the bed.

 

 Filina, noticing it only later, quickly took her undergarments that were next to her pillow.

 

 Ian, who was looking at her like that, smirked lowly, and said.

 

 “I had a lot of doubts as to whether or not this is the right room for people to live in.”

 

 Filina moved her body awkwardly and tucked her undergarments into her closet indiscriminately.

 

 As Ian said, the only place she could sit was where Ian was.

 

 But she moved her steps and put the heavy clothes that had been on her chair into her luggage bag, and she sat there steadfastly.

 

Said Ian, with a puzzled look on his face.

 

 “If anyone sees it, they will think I’m going to eat you up.”

 

 Philina replied, she glanced at the dorm door as the escort had closed.

 

 “I want to leave the outside door open as well.”

 

 She added her words as she shrugged her shoulders lightly.

 

 “Honestly, I don’t really trust Your Highness.”

 

 Fortunately, when they had a meeting at the duke’s residence, it was a much larger space than this room now, and there was no particular vigilance as there were employees in all directions.

 

 However, the room was too cramped to be alone with Ian, and his large presence brought her discomfort.

 

 Ian nodded his head to see if he knew it too, and then opened his mouth.

 

 “Yes.
Don’t trust me.”

 

 He ruffled his golden hair back with a sullen face.

 

 “Because I don’t trust myself either.”

 

 His alluring eyes gazed leisurely at Filina.
He naturally let out a dangerous sentence.

 

 Filina asked, hardening her eyebrows.

 

 “What did you come to see me for?”

 

 Ian replied to her words with a bored face.

 

 “Does there have to be a reason?”

 

 “Absolutely.
Your Highness has promised to marry someone.”

 

 He said with a windy smile.

 

 “Anyway, you are always using the reason I have a fiancée.”

 

 “You know it well.  Then, please tell me.”

 

Filina said with a firm expression.
Then Ian lowered the corners of his lips that rose gracefully at the resolute voice of Filina.

 

 “There is no particular reason.
It just came because I had time.”

 

 Filina asked with a puzzled face.

 

 “Am I the kind of person you see when you’re bored?”

 

 At Filina’s words, Ian furrowed his eyebrows.

 

 “Do you think I can afford that much?”

 

 “That’s why you came to see me, didn’t you?”

 

Ian reached out and pressed his hand against his eyes, then pulled it off.  His face, staring quietly at Filina, seemed somewhat dry.
He opened his mouth with a soft sigh.

 

 “No, I came even though I couldn’t afford it.  To be precise, I wanted to meet you, even if I was forced to take time.”

 

 “… Why me?”

 

 “Well.  I’m curious too.  Why do you keep floating around in my head?”

 

 He pressed his hand to the temple area.

 

 He had a really tired face.

 

“But what kind of training did you have today?”

 

 Ian narrowed his eyes and scanned the uniform Filina was wearing up and down.

 

 It was covered in dirt.
Her hair was also tangled in a mess.

 

 She untied her braids and pulled it back neatly.  Ian, who was watching the scene quietly, furrowed his eyebrows and asked.

 

 “Are you hurt?”

 

 His gaze fell on Filina’s left cheek.
This was where Leon said she was wounded.

 

 Filina carelessly rubbed her wounds with her sleeve.

 

 “It’s nothing.”

 

 It tingled as the blood had hardened.  But she did not show it, and leaned her back deep in her chair.

 

 Then Ian, who had been staring intently at her wounds, got up and pulled out a white handkerchief from his inner pocket.

 

 Then he wet his handkerchief with a bottle of water that was lying around her desk, and he grabbed Filina’s chin.

 

 “Don’t you know that wounds like this can become scarred if not treated immediately?”

 

 Ian wrinkled his expression and slowly wiped her wounds with the white cloth.
Red blood stained the white handkerchief.

 

She shuddered at the handkerchief that flashed before her eyes.

 

 Ian, noticing her slight movement, stopped the hand wiping her cheek and looked at her.

 

Filina’s red iris was still obsessively following the handkerchief he was holding.

 

 To be precise, the embroidery of the small crane pattern was engraved on the fabric that caught her attention.