Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186: The Treason of a Handsome Smirk

[Osric’s Pov—Imperial Palace—Dawnspire Wing—Lavinia’s Chamber]

As I walked toward Lavinia’s chamber, I caught sight of His Majesty stepping out, the door closing shut behind him with a soft but final click. Ravick followed in silence, his expression unreadable.

I halted mid-step, straightened, and bowed low. "Greetings, Your Majesty."

Emperor’s gaze fell on me—icy, distant, and sharp enough to cut. He lingered, watching me for several breaths that stretched far too long. Then, at last, he moved forward, his cloak brushing against the polished floor.

"She has gone to sleep," he said, his voice flat.

I nodded. "Then... I shall visit her tomorrow."

He stopped, turning his head slightly. "What did you find?"

"The carriages leave the palace walls in perfect condition, Your Majesty," I replied carefully. "It is only once they reach outside that the exchange takes place."

He gave a short nod, but his eyes glinted coldly.

"It seems," I continued, "someone is replacing the carriage drivers. Yet no new hirings have been recorded within the palace walls."

Emperor resumed walking, and I followed a step behind. "Did you catch the bastard, then?"

"My knights are closing in, Your Majesty," I answered. "The driver responsible for transporting food out of the palace has been arrested. But the one who swaps the carriages outside—we have yet to lay hands on him."

His Majesty gave a curt nod. "Good. Catch that rat... and until then, see to it that no rumors reach the ears of the people."

I bowed deeply. "As you command, Your Majesty."

He moved forward again, his footsteps echoing down the vast corridor. Then, suddenly, he halted.

My heart lurched.

"And, Osric..."

I lifted my head. "Yes, Your Majesty?"

Emperor turned, his eyes colder than I had ever seen them. "Do not forget—you are only my daughter’s protector. Her shield. Beyond that..." His lips curled faintly, cruelly. "...you are nothing."

The words hit like a blade, sharp and deliberate.

Then, with his cloak sweeping behind him, he walked away, his voice trailing back through the silence of the hallway. "Do not forget your position."

I stood frozen, rooted in place. My hands curled into fists at my sides, though my face betrayed nothing.

What did he mean by that?

The memory of my whispered confession burned in my chest. Could it be... did His Majesty discover that I confessed to Lavinia?

But no. Only she knew of that moment.

Still... doubt gnawed at me.

Did something happen? Did my gaze linger too long on her? Or... was His Majesty testing me?

No, I’m overthinking.

I exhaled slowly, a sigh that felt heavier than the armor on my shoulders. "I should look for that rat," I muttered under my breath, forcing my thoughts back to the matter at hand.

***

[Lavinia’s Pov—Dawnspire Wing—The Next Day—Princess’s Office]

The next morning, in the quiet of my office, I was already buried beneath mountains of parchment.

My eyes flicked over the last sheet, my hand dragging my quill across the margins with a sigh. "Is that all, Sera?"

Across the desk, Sera adjusted her parchment and leaned in, double-checking the pile with the precision of a hawk. Finally, she nodded. "Yes, Your Highness. Every single document checks out. The supplies are accounted for, and the records are clean. There is no way we are receiving spoiled food from inside the palace."

I leaned back in my chair with another long, theatrical sigh and let my legs stretch under the desk. "So... everything is clear. Our people are innocent."

Sera clasped her hands together and nodded firmly. "Which means everything must be happening beyond the palace walls, Your Highness."

I tipped my head back until I was staring at the ceiling. "Perfect. Then Osric must have found that rat by now."

When I glanced back at her, Sera was staring at me with a curious little smirk tugging at her lips. "You really do put an awful lot of faith in Lord Osric, don’t you, Princess?" she asked lightly.

I blinked at her, confused by the question. "Of course. Because I trust him."

Her smirk bloomed into a grin. "Mmm. Trust, yes. But perhaps there’s more than just trust there... am I right, Princess?"

My chair squeaked as I nearly slipped sideways, clutching the desk to stop myself from tumbling over. Heat rushed up my neck. "W-what do you mean by that?"

I narrowed my eyes, then jabbed a finger at her like a prosecutor catching a thief red-handed. "You... you... YOU! Are you perhaps—" I paused for dramatic effect, squinting harder, "—trying to slack off?"

"Yes, YOU!" I declared, leaning forward across the desk until my nose nearly touched hers. "Don’t play dumb with me, Sera! Didn’t I give you a very specific order yesterday?"

"Oh no. No, no, no, no, nooo—" She grabbed her head, gasping. "Agghhh!! I completely forgot!"

Before I could even respond, she sprang to her feet, knocking her chair back with a dramatic slam as though the floor itself had wronged her.

Knock knock.

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