The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

10 – The Antagonist Young Lady Elizaveta (2)

In every romance fantasy work, there always seems to be an ‘antagonist young lady.’

Antagonist young lady.

A character opposing the heroine.

Used as a cliché to suddenly intensify the heartwarming atmosphere.

The antagonist young lady can never defeat the heroine. Despite using power and schemes to pressure the heroine, they ultimately end up in a losing position. That’s why Elizaveta received a one-sided notification of a broken engagement from Maximilian, whom she genuinely loved.

Truly an unfortunate role.

No matter how much she rebelled, the villainess was bound to face ‘the promised defeat.’

Elizabeth was no exception.

For a whopping 14 years, she had single-mindedly harbored unrequited love for her fiancé, only to have the leading lady snatch him away.

Moreover, according to a comment the author had once left for the readers, Elizabeth had been spoiled to meet a tragic end in Part 2. That made her feel even more desolate.

“Why do you stare so intently?”

“Oh, no… I apologize, Your Highness.”

“I understand the admiration. I am so beautiful that one can’t help but keep their eyes fixed on me.”

“… “

The sharply featured beauty, her waist-length hair swaying, inquired.

Her pale golden locks shimmered brilliantly.

They were so stunning, like luminous platinum, momentarily stupefying.

Perhaps fitting the reputation of the royal ‘Platinum Princess.’

Though reluctant to acknowledge the piercingly self-assured arrogance, the breathtaking allure of the Platinum Princess couldn’t be concealed as a lie, eventually demanding acknowledgment.

Indeed, she was a daughter of the renowned Valtarian royal family, famous for its exceptional lineage and the captivating beauty of Rudmila.

“Wow, she’s an incredibly beautiful princess! She sparkles like anything!”

Rue, hopping about in place after getting off the train, remarked to Elizabeth.

Was it reminiscent of a fairy tale princess?

Amidst the flattery, they laid bare their true feelings.

To this, Elizabeth, showing a surprised reaction, seemed pleased as she faintly smiled.

“Not a princess but a princess nonetheless… Anyway, thank you for the compliment. Seems this little one has an eye for people.”

“Hehe!”

Resembling her father known for his imposing demeanor, yet kind to children, especially younger ones.

One might say, exclusively with younger ones.

Had some sordid noble muttered such praise, they’d promptly be sent to the dungeons.

Delighted by the sincere compliments, Elizabeth gently patted Rue’s head. In response, the pretty princess chuckled as she playfully shook her tuft of hair that popped out like a handle.

“Liza.”

“You’re back earlier than expected, sister.”

Rudmila, who had been handling the crowds gathered like clouds, approached.

The Second Princess and the Third Princess.

As the beautiful princesses gathered, it seemed like a radiant aura shone around them.

The crowd gathered on the platform let out a collective sigh of admiration, tinged with awe.

“The beautiful princess….”

Ludmila muttered in a voice tinged with cruelty.

Ahjumma.

Ahjumma. Ahjumma.

Edan, but who on earth is this ahjumma?

The unpleasant word lingered vividly.

Even though she called me ahjumma….

Ludmila, who had been impolite from the start, stared disdainfully at the cheeky kid. It was like a snake flicking its tongue while looking at a frog sitting on a leaf.

“Between me and unnie, who do you think is prettier?”

“Of course, it’s the princess!”

“Good! I’ll invite you especially to tea time. I like honest kids.”

“Hooray!”

Wriggle-.

The crimson dragon calmed his anger at the conversation between the unruly sister and the cheeky kid.

And I stared at Ludmila, who had suffered a judgment defeat, with a contemplative gaze.

* * *

In this world, there are countless ‘awkward situations.’

Meeting with the in-laws.

Family court scenes dividing property and custody.

Or when your father catches you with a risqué magazine hidden under the bed.

None of these situations are easy.

If faced with such a situation, one would likely freeze in place.

No,

I was already in a frozen state.

It was because I found myself in a situation as awkward as the ones mentioned earlier.

“How many sugar cubes should I put?”

“Two will do.”

Tea time.

It refers to a luxurious gathering where one leisurely enjoys tea and snacks.

However, I simply couldn’t enjoy the tea peacefully.

It was because I was having tea time with the princess, whose dazzling platinum hair cascaded like a waterfall.

What on earth could she be thinking?

I anxiously watched Elizabeth’s expressions, trying to decipher what was going on in her mind.

No matter how much I thought about it, there was no reason for her to invite me to tea time. So, I nervously trembled at the thought that there might be poison in the tea.

“Yeah, that person… Maximilian put in two as well. Just like brothers.”

“….”

Elizabeth, picking out sugar cubes with tongs, murmured with a melancholic smile that seemed as simple and delicate as a newly blossomed flower.

Cold sweat trickled down.

It felt like my whole abdomen was twisting around my organs.

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This was definitely not my place.

Having tea time with my brother’s ex-fiancée – it felt like a relationship that should have ended in disaster. Every time Elizabeth looked at me, seemingly recalling my brother, it drove me insane.

“Hehe! Macarons~.”

I felt genuine envy towards the little one who voraciously devoured the colorful macarons on the plate like a hamster. They seemed to be enjoying tea time more happily than anyone else.

My stomach felt even messier.

So, I hesitated while fiddling with the delicate tea cup.

“Edanant.”

“Speak.”

Phew…

Elizabeth sighed as she set down the tea cup containing black tea.

Finally,

After organizing her thoughts for a moment, she spoke again.

“What was lacking in me, after all? Why, when I loved so much… I could have done anything for Sir Maximilian, yet why was I ultimately forsaken?”

“….”

In romance fantasy, the villainous young lady cannot succeed by any means.

Defeat.

That was the given conclusion.

A role of submitting to the protagonist’s and hero’s exploits and exiting the stage. That was the result destined for the villainous young lady. One might think it’s a pitiful ending for the villainous young lady who couldn’t become the protagonist.

But I simply couldn’t come to such a conclusion.

I knew well that I, the younger sister of the fiancée, had unrequitedly loved Maximilian for a whopping 14 years. Hence, witnessing Elizabeth, who had dedicated a one-sided and devoted love, made me feel a complex mix of emotions as if tears could fall at any moment.

“I did my best. But in the end… she took him away from me. From a mere commoner, she snatched my beloved fiancé, leaving me in a pitiful state of lamentation. Can you believe the platinum princess of the Valtaria royal family ended up like this? Truly, it’s a wretched sight.”

She was rejected.

In the end, she was abandoned.

Yet, Elizabeth didn’t harbor hatred toward Maximilian.

Because she loved him.

Truly, sincerely loved him.

Therefore, despite facing the younger sister of the discarded fiancé, Elizabeth did not express anger. She continued to carry the burden of being rejected, nursing only a sense of inferiority about herself.

“….”

What should she say?

She didn’t know.

She wanted to console, but she couldn’t figure out how.

The pain of disappointment would likely never fade like a lifelong stigma. The sadness of not being chosen and the self-loathing would linger in Elizabeth’s heart like a yoke for the rest of her life. That was the fate of women set as antagonistic beauties.

“Max is as rough and gruff as tree bark, but he’s a good person. Plus, incredibly smart.”

As Elizabeth hesitated to respond,

A lime-green fairy, who had been occupying teatime, abruptly interjected.

Perhaps because she was discussing her former guardian.

Lue spoke up to defend her brother as if it were her own affair.

It was a scene of defending the perpetrator in front of the wounded victim. The beautiful face of the princess began to show passionate emotions, as if to prove it. Sensing this, Elizabeth tried to restrain Lue.

“But by now, Max must be regretting leaving behind a beautiful princess like a star! I can vouch for that in the name of the Luinon family!”

“….”

A response devoid of any ulterior motives,

A response without any calculations.

It was pure and innocent, like a blank canvas.

At the cheeky answer of the child, Elizabeth looked puzzled. Then, after gazing at the cute fairy for a moment, she burst into a small laugh.

“Haha! Your attempt at consolation was as awkward as your silly speech. But it did lighten my heart a bit.”

“Ahem! Max praised it himself! I’m not just the mascot of the saint’s party for nothing!”

Elizabeth expressed her feelings through a sarcastic retort, afraid that someone might label her as the villainous beauty.

Unable to comprehend it, Rue defiantly cleared his throat and raised his nose.

Well,

It’s a bit crude, but….

Still, it seemed to have helped the heartbroken Elizaveta.

“The author mentioned in the comments. In the end, Elizaveta is destined to die in Part 2. What on earth is the cause of death that threatens the empire’s princess?”

The villainess,

Elizaveta is destined to die in the end.

But how?

While the red dragon guards and protects the imperial palace… who would dare to target the platinum princess?

She stared at the platinum princess, who was happily laughing while conceding cookies to the plump fairy, with an awkward gaze. The author personally acknowledged the principle of retribution. Undoubtedly, a tragic death scenario would befall her.

With the disappearance of the saint party, Part 2 began.

Therefore, it was inevitable to feel uneasy.