The Female Lead Raised The Villain

ur’s mouth went up smoothly.

He handed her an engagement contract and gave her a ballpoint pen as if to sign it.
She was strangely hesitant to sign the contract.

“Princess Anastasia, do you want to die?”

“…What are you willing to do if I want to die?”

“The premise is wrong.”

“Don’t fool around and say it.”

She put down the pen and turned the paper and held it out to him.
Arthur picked up the pen she had put down and signed it in place without hesitation.
The crunching sound on the parchment was particularly loud today.

Arthur finished signing and turned the paper back to her.
His name, written straight, caught her eye.
She waited still for his answer.

‘I was the one who suggested getting engaged, so why am I hesitating?’

Strangely, she didn’t feel good.
It was going as she wanted, but she didn’t feel good strangely.

“If you can live, I’m asking if you want to die.”

“…… You’re asking something obvious.”

“Say it yourself.”

“…who would want to die? I don’t want to die.”

She struggled to express her feelings.

She didn’t want to die.
She didn’t want to die again.
She doesn’t want to experience the feeling of oxygen disappearing from her body like being sucked into a bog again.

She doesn’t want to disappear to a place where she’s trapped in darkness and alone.

At least, she doesn’t want to die now.
Even if she dies someday, she wants to live, she continues to crave and want life.

“That’s a relief.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Sign it first.”

Arthur spoke to her in a low voice as if he would not wait any longer.

She signed slowly.
It was written down in the contract with Mary as her name, not her name.

‘Mary, I don’t know if this is right.
But if I can, is it ok I live?’

She wasn’t sure if she could continue living her life, taking over her body.
Is that why she hesitated?

She heard Arthur saying, ‘You can live.’

Was the reason why she hesitated to sign was that his words made her feel hopeful for some reason.
Or is it because of the little miracle he showed her?

Otherwise, she thought it might be because of the ridiculous hope that she could really live.

“Then now your fiancé is me.”

“Well, that’s right.”

“So now stop saying you’re going to die for Gray again.
If you say that from your mouth, then you’ll die at my hands.”

“…… What did you say now? I have no intention of doing such bullshit, and I will never die at your hands.
No one can kill me if I’m dying on my own.”

“I’m going to decide that from now on.”

She tried hard to hold back her anger and bit her lips at Arthur’s words.
However, the flesh in her eyes was not a lie, rather it was the truth.