Villainess Is Changing Her Role to a Brocon

T/L: Yurika

E/D: Castle

Alexandre, who continued to indulge in debauchery even after his son had come out that way, might even be said to be blessed.

But Vladimir’s father, Giorgie, was not like Alexandre. He turns away from work that he does not want to do, and it is true that his subordinates, troubled by the slowdown in business, turn to Vladimir for counsel, and his son passes judgment on them. However, if this matter were to be exposed to the outside world, the Duke would become angry, believing that he is the sole person who holds all the power in Yurimagna, and should be the only person recognized with authority.

The number of financial-related matters his father hated to deal with would only increase, and the burden that falls on his shoulder would only continue to be heavy.

“It’s not that I’m in bad shape. But I’ll take care of the personal matters first. I’d like to go to the library to do some research.” (Vladimir)

“Please leave it to me. But it’s still cold in the library. This old man will bring you your books. Please stay warm in your room.” (Zahar)

“I wanted to check out some restricted books. They can’t be taken out by you.” (Vladimir)

“Then at least bring a jacket. This old man shall bring it right away. And you’d better take some hot water. You haven’t had lunch, so I’ll also bring you something to eat.” (Zahar)

Vladimir finally chuckled at the overprotective and meticulous old man.

“I’ll bring you a jacket, then I’ll also bring you some hot water.”  (Zahar)

“…All right. I’ll wait in the cloister.” (Vladimir)

Standing in the corridor connecting the ducal residence and the library, Vladimir looked at the garden.

The flower representing the Yurimagna is the Daffodil. In the late winter and spring season, the garden blooms into magnificence. Various kinds of daffodils bloom all over the place, filling the air with their limpid fragrance. There is a corner in the garden where the colors of the flowers match the colors of the coat of arms of other duchies, and in another corner, the colors of daffodil resemble the colors of the national flag of the empire. There are many exquisite and precious varieties of daffodil found only here. 

For now, however, there are only lush, green leaves. The garden is just a place for the daffodils to bloom for the day when the royal family will be welcomed. During other seasons, there is nothing to see but the fountain.

And this garden is quiet. There is no sound of birdsong nor the buzzing of insects’ wings. Birds rarely peck at the daffodil leaves, and insects rarely eat them.

This is because daffodils are poisonous plants.

All parts of the plant, flowers, and leaves, are poisonous. The poison of the bulb is particularly strong. If you eat it, you will die.

There is a legend about daffodils in the Imperial Kingdom.

The daffodil nymph was a beautiful woman who, when her lover changed his mind and said goodbye to her, offered him a golden cup and wished to have a last drink with her. The golden cup was actually a yellow crown in the center of a daffodil flower, and the two died together from the poison of the daffodil.

The daffodil is a flower that signifies undying love, but it is not recommended to be given to a lover.

It is the flower of a single-minded, deadly love.

Turning his sight away from the garden, Vladimir looks to the north.

At this time of year, the garden in Yurinova must be very beautiful.