Team villains except me

"I have embraced the colorful dawn."

—Afanasyia Vasa

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"Nasha, your luggage is packed. Is there anything else you want to take?"

The stout lady shouted in the jeweled corridor, asking her daughter Athanasius who was in the room at the end of the corridor.

The noble lady is Amira Vasa, the head of the Vasa family and the elder sister of King Aloso.

Amira knew that her brother Aloso was going to examine the children of the nobility to be the heirs to the throne. When she heard the news, she decided to send her sick daughter Nasha to him.

She knew too well the bad nature of men. They were obsessed with finding their former weak selves in women, just like her husband. Her husband loved his childhood playmate deeply, but had to let her go because of the difference in status.

Amira thinks sympathetically of the woman who has been frustrated after her husband's death - her husband's former lover. She feels sorry for her and would not mind her husband taking her in, but her husband refuses.

What a tragedy.

However, such a tragedy would not happen to her daughter Amira. She wanted her little sparrow-like daughter to be the happiest woman in Philippi.

She pushed open the door of the room and saw the scene inside clearly.

Her thin daughter was wrapped in a soft beige blanket, holding a heavy book in her hands. The sunlight sprinkled on Naxia's cherry-pink hair, like a blurred block of color she had casually painted.

Amira lowers her voice.

"Nasha, why are you staying in the room alone again? Where are the maids?"

Nasha, who looked like a painting, finally moved. Her thin wrist seemed to be broken if it was squeezed, but she still held the book firmly.

She spoke.

“I asked the maids to rest.

Mother, going to the palace will not do any good to my health."

Naxia said this and slowly closed the book in her hand. After she finished speaking, she began to cough lightly. Her face gradually turned pale.

Her chin was pointed, like a flower stem cut at an angle, and her voice was very soft, like the dull friction sound of rubbing flower petals.

But her eyes are bright. Not soft, but with a stubbornness and a sharpness that Amira doesn’t understand.

Amira sighs.

"Nasha, I will go to the palace to see you. You will be in better health in the palace."

"No. My body is just the way it is. It can't get better or worse."

Nasha said this with certainty. She knew her situation better than anyone else, and she also knew what her mother was thinking.

She didn't like going to the palace, even though her mother and the maids said there were better healers in the palace. She knew it was a lie. Even though she was still young, she could see through many scams.

She would not beg. She knew her mother's stubbornness, and even that her mother's main concern was not her health.

She couldn't resist. She could only prove her anger by breaking her mother's lies.

Amira does look a little embarrassed, but it disappears quickly. She fannes herself with her hands, which are covered with precious jewel rings.

"Naxia, I'm thinking about you. With your poor health, no good man will want you in the future. If you stay at home like an old maid, you will definitely be laughed at.

It would be better for you to go to the palace now and find a decent boy to keep him. That way you can know him well and marry him in the future."

Naxia suppressed her cough and slowly sat up. She was thin, so even if she sat up, she would not sink into the extraordinarily soft bed.

Amira looked at her with pity and sat beside her and hugged her.

"My poor darling, did you offend some god in your previous life? You have a terrible fate. If you hadn't been born into the Vasa family, you would have died long ago.

I don't ask you to make any great contribution to the family, nor do I expect you to be like me. As long as you find a man who treats you well, I will be relieved!"

Amira felt the cool temperature of her Nasha and wanted to hold her tighter.

Naxia felt a little suffocated by her mother's airtight embrace. She gently tapped her mother's arm and then took a deep breath.

After her breathing stabilized, Naxia frowned and looked at her mother.

"Do I have to get married?"

Amira frowned and looked a little panicked when she heard this.

"You...what did you say?"

Naxia's eyes were pale.

“I was wondering if I could just not get married.

I am not against marriage. But I am against marriage for the sake of marriage. If I don’t meet a man who makes me feel moved enough, I want to stay alone. ”

"You've really become stupid from studying!"

Amira stood up suddenly. Nasha's body tilted due to the collapse of the bed and she almost fell to the ground.

Amira ignored her embarrassment. Amira didn’t understand how her efforts could have led Nasha to have such unforgivable thoughts. She couldn’t bear to think how miserable Nasha would be if she didn’t marry, and how she would become a failed mother.

Amira wanted to prevent this sad possibility.

She kept talking about how weak and difficult Nasha was, and about her tolerance and love.

"…Your cousin is married. She married a marquis and is now a marquise. Our Vasa family has become more glorious because of her. I never asked you to take those courses. I never expected you to marry a powerful man. Nasha, haven't I spoiled you enough?

What's the point of you reading those books? Do you think those men like girls who are smarter than them? No, they don't need such wives. They need healthy, beautiful and obedient ones, and you don't meet any of the requirements. What can you do in the future——"

"I can be a teacher, I can go into business, I can do the job I want."

Nasha spoke softly, suppressing the dizziness caused by her emotional fluctuations.

Amira looks her up and down and smiles. Amira looks at her innocent daughter with compassion.

"Nasha, this is Philip, stop talking nonsense. Since you have packed your luggage, I will send someone to take you to the palace this afternoon."

Amira made her final decision and turned away swiftly.

Nasha lowered her eyes, watched her mother walk further and further away, and raised the book in her hand again.

The Dilemma of Women in Philippi.

She had verified what was in the book without having to look at the outside world.

Her last name was Vasa, her mother was the king's sister, her father was a great noble, and she was a noble lady of relatively high status in Philippi. There were no more than ten noble ladies of higher status than her.

Nevertheless, the greatest right she could have was "the ability to choose her future husband herself."

Nasha sighed softly.

The situation of the Philippian woman was worse than she thought.

……

"Naxia, that's your uncle. You can go to him if you have any problem in the palace..."

Amira whispers to her frail daughter.

Nasha responded patiently, then hugged Amira.

"Don't worry, mother. I will make a difference in the palace."

"Don't choose a man who is too high in status."

Nasha knows she and her mother are talking about two different things. She looks at Amira, the wind ruffling her cherry-pink hair.

"Mother, it's not easy for me to survive, is it?"

"Of course! If you hadn't been born into the Vasa family, you would have been lying in a grave like those poor commoners!"

"Because of this, my life should be more meaningful and valuable than others."

Nasha smiled at Amira.

"Mother, thank you for sending me to the palace."

The library in the palace was the best in all of Philippi, and she was able to do more research.

Nasha walked with determination. When she arrived at the palace, she was still looking forward to the new library, and her interest was not dampened even when she met her uncle Aloso.

Nasha had heard rumors about the king - Nasha thought he was extremely conceited and lacked normal emotions.

Nasha saw Aloso's rotten soul through his smiling face.

Perhaps her eyes were too sharp, and Aloso frowned slightly. Although he kept smiling, Nasha knew that he was not in a good mood.

"Afanasyia, I don't like the look in your eyes. My sister really doesn't know how to teach children."

"Your Majesty the King."

Nasha stared at her young uncle.

"I am just staying in the palace temporarily. I won't disturb your plans, and please don't interfere with my life."

Aloso's eyebrows suddenly drooped. He glanced at Nasha with a cold look, and then pulled the corner of his mouth with disdain.

"You are as disgusting as your sister. Stay in the palace and don't get involved with the boys in the palace. They are not your destiny."

After saying this, Aloso left.

In the following years, Nasha hardly saw Aloso, but she was always able to learn about his movements.

Because of Psyche Jean-Louis.

Nasha didn't like the little boy from the Jean-Lo family at first. She didn't have any prejudice against the Jean-Lo family, she just thought that a child who was so close to her uncle Aloso should not have a high IQ.

She didn't quite understand what Aloso saw in Psyche that made him the heir to the throne. But she knew that under Aloso's teachings, Psyche Jeanro would definitely become a very bad person when he grew up.

Because she saw Psycho bullying other children.

In this palace, Psycho was spoiled by Aloso and became lawless.

Naxia remained a calm bystander, because she knew she could not change anything for the time being. She would not take action until she was sure she would win.

But Sai Ke took the initiative to find her.

Psyche broke into her studio one afternoon and messed up her manuscript.

Nasha rarely loses her temper. She doesn't like to let her emotions control her actions because that will overload her body. But Nasha was angry with Sai Ke for a long time and taught Sai Ke the lesson he deserved.

She thought that Seko would definitely complain to Aloso, but Seko, contrary to her usual behavior, clung to her. No matter what she did, Seko would chatter around her. Nasha thought she would hate this, but she found that having Seko seemed to be pretty good.

She could tell how mentally ill Aloso was.

Then Nasha discovered that Sai Ke was not completely unaware of Aloso's behavior.

"In that case, why are you still so close to him?"

"You don't understand, Nasha, he's like my father, he may be a bad guy, but he's very good to me."

"Afanasy. Jean Luo, you can't call me Nasha. Also, being especially nice to you doesn't mean you'll become what you are now."

Nasha talked about how a real father should guide his children. Sai Ke listened carefully and pondered silently in the end. She had a clear understanding of Aloso's behavior.

Nasha thought that Sai Ke had really awakened, but between accompanying her to study and playing chess with Aloso, Sai Ke chose Aloso.

Naxia was angry with Sai Ke again. But she was a little confused. Why did she get angry when Sai Ke didn't choose her? What theory could explain this?

She couldn't explain it. She wouldn't admit that she enjoyed Psyche's company. She buried herself in writing a novel based on herself and never saw Psyche again.

Sai Ke also has a temper. He is praised by everyone and will never bow to anyone. He sees Nasha's rejection as a provocation, and he will not bow first.

Nasha knew it too. She had given up on Sai Ke. The child taught by Aloso was destined to become Aloso. No matter how much she intervened, the result would be the same.

However, two months later, Nasha received a note from Sai Ke.

[Naxia, today is a nice sunny day. Lunch is at twelve noon. 】

Awkward apologies and offers of friendship.

Naxia returned the note. An apology without clear apology words was not considered an apology to her. The word trap and ambiguous definition made her feel that it was not sincere.

Although, she might, really, like Psycho a little.

Because Seko really supports her. Seko is a good listener and can discuss interesting topics with her using the same mindset. Seko respects her, Seko supports her dream and thinks it is feasible.

Naxia found many reasons for her love for Sai Ke, but maybe "love" itself does not need a reason.

So at twelve o'clock the next day when lunch started, Nasha saw Sai Ke carrying a basket at the door of the studio.

“I knew you wouldn’t go, so I came. Nasha, I didn’t study with you because I like you.

I really like you. Is it weird that I always secretly smell myself when I am with you? I will care whether there is mud on my shoes. As long as you look at me with those flower-like eyes, my face will get hot and I will have difficulty breathing when I get close to you.

I like being with you. I like that you won't give in to me, I like that you point out my mistakes mercilessly, and I like the serious expression on your face when you are thinking.

I know I like you, so I am embarrassed to be with you. But I find it so painful not to see you. Sorry, Naxia, I am not here because I like reading..."

"Sek."

Nasha spoke, her eyes slightly curved.

Sai Ke stopped blankly and looked at her with wet eyes.

"What...what happened?"

"I like you. But I don't like you being dominated by Aloso. If you really like me, then we should discuss everything together.

It's 'we', you and me, not Aloso. I want you to trust me more than my uncle."

Nasha is thin, but her eyes are so firm.

"Sek, if you can't do this, I will leave you immediately, even if I really like you."

"I can do it! Nasha, I'm willing to do anything for you."

……

Psycho kept her promise.

So does Nasha.

As her mother's pressure on her to get married intensified, Nasha told her mother Amira about her relationship with Sai Ke.

But Amira kept frowning, and finally said firmly that it was not possible.

Nasha had read many stories of lovers breaking up in books, but she never expected that she would be so isolated and helpless when such a thing happened to her.

Psyche was hypnotized and imprisoned in the palace by Aloso, and she was trapped in the castle of the Vasa family. Her mother chose a minor noble fiancé for her.

"I'm Hazi."

Her fiancé introduced himself with clear eyes.

"I'm sorry, I don't want to marry you. I don't want to marry anyone. I'm a publisher. I have things I have to do. I want to spend my limited life——"

"Hazi."

Nasha's feet were shackled. Her face was pale and her body was so thin that she looked like she would fall down if the wind blew.

But her words were so—so heart-stirring.

"Mr. Hazi. Do you want to change Philip?"

Ha Zi was stunned for a moment, then his expression became firm.

"……certainly."