In my third year as a palace maid, I encountered a child.
Floating above her head were the words: Villainess Supporting Character.
I wondered to myself, just how wicked could a seven-year-old child be?
That was until I saw her shove a palace maid to the ground.
Beat the eunuchs. And ruthlessly berate the head governess.
Only then did I realize she was absolutely right to hit them.
I had been wanting to thrash those people for a long time myself.
This wasn’t some Villainess Supporting Character; this was my angel baby.
Later, she asked me, “Don’t you hate me?”
I replied, “Of course not. I like you as much as there are stars in the sky, grains of sand in the desert, and drops of water in the ocean.”
Blushing yet acting with her usual haughty pride, she tucked her hand into my palm.
“You will attend to me tonight.”
