Cursed Villainess’ Obsession

The Haidia mansion was as clean and luxurious inside as it was on the outside.

The interior reflected the personality of its owner.

Additionally, there were portraits of the family among the luxurious-looking paintings and sculptures.

A noblewoman with a young Mary sitting on her lap and a stern-looking nobleman were depicted.

‘So, those are Mary’s parents.’

Mary's mother had sleepy eyes similar to Mary's but wore a soft, kind smile.

And her father… indeed looked as stern as I had heard.

Truly, he appeared to be a formidable man who had weathered many storms, as expected from a renowned wizard in the kingdom.

At a glance, he seemed reminiscent of the face Mary showed when she was protecting me.

“Albus, where’s my father?”

“Your father is still asleep. I will inform you when he wakes up.”

“Then I’ll wait in my room.”

“…And the guest accompanying you.”

The seasoned butler named Albus quietly observed me.

It seemed he was checking with Mary about where to lead me.

“Ken is my guest. We’ll wait together in my room.”

“……Understood.”

At Mary’s confident response, Albus hesitated for a moment before bowing and stepping back.

‘It makes sense since I’m a stranger….’

Even in a regular household, it would be concerning if a male student, whom they had never met, said he would be alone with their daughter in her room.

Let alone in the prestigious Haidia family.

If it were a normal situation, permission wouldn’t have been granted so easily.

However, with the head of the family in critical condition, no one would refuse Mary’s opinion.

Squeak.

Thus, I passed by the bowing servants and followed Mary into a room on the second floor.

‘So this is Mary’s room.’

The inside of the room was incredibly tidy.

Of course, I had never entered another noble girl’s room, but…

It was unusually clean.

“…Is this the room you’ve lived in since childhood?”

“Yes, it’s the room I’ve had since I was born.”

Mary shyly showed me her room.

Normally, one would feel excited while looking around a room filled with the cherished memories of a girl they liked.

But instead, my heart felt cold.

Mary’s room didn’t seem to hold any such memories.

That’s why it was strangely clean.

‘It feels like I’m looking at a hotel room….’

If this was a girl’s room she had lived in since childhood, one would expect to see more cute and whimsical things.

Even Lafne’s tower had dolls and novels decorating it.

But Mary’s room contained none of that.

What was there were thick, uninteresting books and a large bed.

It didn’t give off the impression of a girl’s room at all.

“Oh, please have a seat…. Should I get some tea?”