A Regressed Villain: Heroines, Villainesses and Me?

Chapter 33: 35 - The Information Queen, Aecilia Sertsul

On the roadway connecting the princess's palace to the mansion, a convoy of opulent cars sped by, slicing through the air under the radiant sunlight that unveiled extensive fields of crops. The surrounding architecture contributed to the scene, making the area resemble a semi-urban city where a portion was designated for agriculture.

The architecture of the territory belonging to princes wasn't very crowded, leaving only servants and contracted individuals or farmers working in the fields, appearing to be a well-organized facility for small industrial growths.

Due to the size of this whole territory, there were many factories that were leased around the edge of the princess's territory. However, from Avendial's perspective, who noticed the way the whole territory was designed, it appeared very much like a fortress.

In his past life, Avendial ignored the growth of this territory under Princess Katheria, mainly because the money or profits gathered from these lands were like a bucket of water compared to the sea he possessed.

But now that he noticed, he found that these lands were organized to create a fortress for the princess in case someone tried to infiltrate her territory with a large number of individuals.

Everyone knew how the princess inherited her wealth, assets, and lands mostly from her mother, who increased her territory at great expense.

Even so, no one noticed how the arrangement of factories producing large amounts of pollution and waste was provided near the borders around other heirs' territories.

With agricultural land forming a circle around the main palace at a large distance, it provided a clear opening and visibility if someone tried to enter the main palace for an assassination with a large number of individuals. Due to the open fields, there wasn't any place for them to hide, making them clearly visible.

It was just the tip of the iceberg regarding how this territory was well managed and planned by the princess, making the territory of an heir a very useful way to know about their personality or behavior.

After all, seeing this territory planning, Avendial could easily guess that the princess had experienced numerous assassination attempts and was smart enough to make others think that she had fallen low by starting agriculture due to her lack of money. But in truth, it was a way for her to secure her safety while also earning through agriculture instead of spending money on her protection.

Amidst an array of Range Rovers and other vehicles trailing behind, a long limousine glided smoothly down the road. Inside, Avendial was observing the things around the territory while seeing how well managed they were under the princess's hand.

'We will not be meeting soon, princess.' Leaning his elbow against the car window, his palm cradling his chin, he stared out into the distance, contemplating the schedule that lay ahead for the next few months.

As he shifted his focus to his lap, he noticed a woman with vibrant purple hair sitting on the floor, her face buried in his legs, playfully tugging at the strands of her hair that fell around him.

"Nhm.... Plea...." With a soft mumble, Rivia felt a touch more at ease than before, thanks to the hand tenderly running through her hair. While she struggled with a hint of guilt, a warm sensation enveloped her. Yet, she continued to hide her face, embarrassed by the tears that marked her cheeks.

'She needs to become stronger too,' Avendial, looking at the buried head and observing her silky cascading purple hair, thought about what he needed to do, but he pushed this aside knowing that right now he had some use for her, and forcing her to become stronger could render her useless for a few days.

So, he changed his priorities to other things while giving her time to first deal with the traitors inside the Croceaus family who would betray the family before outside enemies could do so. Until then, he would try to secure some new individuals who could be of help to him.

"We arrived, Sir," announced the chauffeur. With those words, the fleet of cars finally stopped outside the mansion's main gates, as a row of servants waited to greet the Marquess.

"Rivia, come after you clean your face," Avendial said, distancing Rivia from him before exiting the car while ensuring that she didn't show her tear-stained face in front of the servants, knowing well that she needed to act as a villain for him in the eyes of others.

And no one fears a villain who cries.

So he gave her some time to collect herself before turning towards a servant and ordering, "Call Aecilia Sertsul and tell her I have changed our meeting tomorrow to today, so she could come and pick me up from here."

With those words, Avendial moved inside the mansion.

While he had told Aecilia to accompany him in the Free Cities tomorrow, now that he had already dealt with the princess, which didn't take much time as he had anticipated, he found that leaving as early as possible would be more beneficial, instead of wasting time sitting inside a room.

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Inside the princess's territory, moving far away from the mansions allocated to a few important noblemen, existed a high-class five-star hotel where large rooms were allotted to the nobility who were gathered for the noble gathering arranged by the princess.

Though of course not as luxurious as the mansion, the hotel could be considered a seven-star establishment given how well-furnished and luxurious each of its rooms appeared, resembling nothing short of presidential suites allotted to each nobleman fitting their status.

In a room bustling with hotel staff coming in and out, a woman dressed in a black nightgown sat reviewing documents. Her lips were painted with dark lipstick, and her slightly tilted eyes rested on the paper in her hand. With her chin cradled in her hand and elbow resting on the desk, she peered intently at the pages, her golden eyes glimmering.

"How amusing, Prince Orion is hospitalized due to prostate injuries? It appears his habits are still the same," Aecilia mused, looking at the information she had just received while also gathering all the details about last night's event and the reasons behind why it happened.

Looking at it, she remembered a typical business proposal she received from Prince Orion a few months ago.

According to that proposal, it was suggested that Prince Orion would allow for a pleasure room to be built inside his territory, while also suggesting how he would pardon the taxes and lease the land for free for two years.

Of course, the Sertsul family postponed (*Rejected) this offer knowing that the two-year timeline was too short and there wasn't any guarantee regarding what would happen afterward, knowing that they would need to invest their money in building the pleasure rooms while also paying salaries to their employees, which, in the long term, would be a business loss for them.

But now, seeing and connecting both pieces of information she had—Neha Vrandin visiting him last night and today him suffering internal injuries—Aecilia, looking at the doctor's report, could easily understand it was an injury caused by jamming the route of ejaculation, leading to internal organ damages, making her once again remember why she hated Royals.