Too Lazy to be a Villainess novel Chapter 301

Chapter 301: Until the Last Page Turns

[Lavinia’s POV — Everheart Estate Courtyard—Minutes Later]

Cold night air slapped against my cheeks the moment the doors slammed shut behind us. The courtyard was quiet. Too quiet.

The distant music from the hall had collapsed into a confused lull—nobles whispering, scrambling to rearrange their pride and hierarchy.

Sir Haldor walked beside me, silent... and oddly rigid. His hand was still in mine.

I stopped.

Only then did he seem to realize it—he immediately released my hand and bowed so fast his cape nearly hit the gravel.

"Forgive me, Your Highness. I did not intend to—"

I sighed through my nose. "Haldor, if you apologize one more time tonight, I swear I’ll throw you into that fountain."

I sighed through my nose. "Haldor, if you apologize one more time tonight, I swear I’ll throw you into that fountain."

He blinked once. Expressionless. Then casually glanced at the fountain... and back at me.

"...Forgive me, Your Highness," he said calmly, "but I don’t think you can."

. . .

. . .

I stared at him.

"...What?"

Still monotone. Still emotionless. "I do not believe you possess the physical capability to lift me and throw me into that fountain, Your Highness."

Marshi chuffed at my side, which felt dangerously close to laughter.

My eyelid twitched. "...Sir Haldor."

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"That was a joke, right?"

He paused for an uncomfortably long time. "It was intended to make you laugh, Your Highness," he said at last. "I believe I failed."

Silence descended. A very painful, awkward, silent void. And then—

"Pfft—!!"

I doubled forward and covered my face, laughter bursting from somewhere I didn’t know was holding breath.

Haldor blinked. "Ah. I suppose... it was successful after all."

"Ha—hahahahaha—!!" I wheezed. "Sir Haldor, when you make a joke—at least have an expression!"

He tilted his head faintly. "Smiling while delivering humor weakens the blow, Your Highness. Element of surprise."

"ELEMENT OF—?!" I almost choked. "Who trained you? A comedy assassin?!"

Marshi flopped onto the stones, paws in the air, tail thumping in what suspiciously resembled amusement.

Haldor crossed his arms behind his back. "Besides... I am already aware Your Highness cannot throw me. Your arms are—"

He paused. Looked me dead in the eye.

"...too delicate."

My jaw dropped. "You—! Were you about to say too weak?!"

"Delicate sounded safer, Your Highness." Still monotone. Still deadpan.

I stared.He stared.Marshi stared—with a judgmental feline squint.

"Sir Haldor," I whispered slowly, "you are terrifying when you try to be funny."

His mouth twitched. Just barely. "It still works, Your Highness."

... And despite myself, I smiled. Just a little. Like tension leaving a blade after war. I exhaled—a soft sigh I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The anger that had coiled in my spine slowly unwound, slipping into something calmer... warmer.

I stepped forward and settled onto the stone edge of the fountain, the cool marble pressing against my palms. Moonlight rippled over the water, shattering into silver threads.

"Let’s wait for Papa," I murmured, watching the tiny waves dance. "He must be coming soon."

"Yes, Your Highness."

He didn’t sit. Of course he didn’t. Instead, he took his place beside me—back straight, shoulders firm, hands folded behind him. A shadow sculpted by discipline.

The perfect knight.

"Are you happy, Sir Haldor?" I asked quietly.

He turned his head, studying me. Really looking.

Then, softly: "...I am indebted for a lifetime, Your Highness."

I blinked, taken off guard.

The wind curled around us, tugging gently at my golden hair. His reflection shimmered in the fountain’s surface—dark uniform, silver trim, the gleam of steel, and eyes... softer than I’d ever seen them.

"No one," he continued, voice low, raw in a way it never dared be indoors, "has ever stood for me."

Something shifted in my chest.

"I was taught only to bow," he said, gaze dropping to the water. "Bow to titles. Bow to names. Bow to those who stand above me. That was my worth. I was nothing but a bug stomped under the noble shoes."

His jaw tightened, a flicker of old pain crossing his eyes like a ghost.

"But today... for the first time..." His voice dropped to something almost fragile. "...someone stood because I bowed."

Our eyes met—blue and crimson—reflected together in cold silver water.

"She stirred the entire Empire with her voice," he whispered. "And that was you, Your Highness."

My breath caught.

Slowly—very slowly—he lowered himself. One knee touched the ground. Moonlight caught on the edge of his ceremonial sword. His black hair shimmered silver beneath the night sky, and when he looked up...

His blue eyes were steady. Fierce. Alive. He placed his fist to his chest—the knight’s oath.

"I promise to stay," he said, his voice carrying across the silent courtyard, "and serve you until the very end."

His head bowed—not out of fear, but devotion.

"If you will allow it..." He lifted his gaze, meeting mine fully. "...grant me the honor of standing at your side."

It was loyalty choosing me as its north star.

But this—This was the first time someone knelt not to die for me...but to live with me on the battlefield of destiny.

"Let us live," I breathed, "until the very end. Until the last dusk of our story. Together."

The word together hung in the air—soft, dangerous, powerful.

"For that... you will need to grow stronger, Haldor."

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