Asylum is where the villainess goes

The sun began to drive away the dark night little by little as the horizon slowly lit up with the first of the rays; warning the lady of her impending doom that was to be imposed on her in less than three hours.

And that lady was suffocating herself with a pillow at the moment hoping that she gets reincarnated to a better world where she wasn’t sentenced to the asylum and can actually have a happy ending with a beetroot farm.

“Grmpfgh!!”

Daveen understood nothing from the screams that were suffocated by the pillow because I swear to hell, I want to kill this knight. How could he not tell me the most important thing beforehand?! That, “hello dear lady, you are getting sent to the asylum the very next sunrise. Hahahaha.”

I most certainly believe that this knight has some serious grudge against me. Not the old Rozalia, but the newly, amnesiac Rozalia. Or he had a grudge on the previous one and since the current has no idea about their past moments, he was having a lovely time taking benefit out of it.

“My lady, it’s best if you pack light. There’s no point in taking your jewellery since—”

“Stop assuming that I’ll be going to the asylum!” I threw the pillow at his handsome face, which he avoided thanks to his incredible cat-like reflexes. Darn him! “I’d rather jump from the balcony again!”

“And I shall once again catch you and have you delivered to the asylum in a speed post.”

“Fuck you.”

“What?”

“Ugh! I want to kill everyone!” I slumped down on the bed, burying my face into the luxurious sheets, “I want hell to open up a huge hole and swallow me whole.”

“You had your wish almost fulfilled last winter’s hunt.” Was this man being sarcastic or was he an actual sadist?

I suddenly stood up “Hell?” stumbling over the soft mattress as I walked over to the unbothered knight, “The temple! Let’s go to the temple.”

“For the tenth time I am saying this, my lady,” he rolled his eyes at me, “We can’t go to the temple so abruptly. An invitation must be sent beforehand requesting quarters to stay and food to be provided. Barging in is just unethical and can cause a major dampening in your already sunken reputation. Except this time, it shall include the family name.”

“Fuck you.”

“Excuse me?”

“Can’t we just speed post a message?” I threw my hands in the air, “Or send you down there and have them notify that I’m coming?”

“It’s a lovely Sunday. They’ll be busy tending to the prayers and blessings of the people. At the temples of the divine being, all people are equal regardless of their status. That means, you must wait for your turn. Besides, I had enough mental torture for a day.”

What mental torture?

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as handsomely as he could. I wish I had a camera right now.

I slumped back down on the bed, losing the last fragment of hope in my soul. Maybe it’s best to die in this world just as I am supposed to, rather than have a dream. Yeah, the asylum might have shitty facilities, but if I can sleep for hours then I can live a life in my dreams.

“It is said that at least three people die every week due to insanity or from the fights with the other insane people. Goron asylum is a place where the king, when he visited the place, had to go into isolation for months in his room because of how gruesome it was.”

I glared at his nonchalant face. There was no possibility now; he indeed is a sadist.

There was a knock on the door. Without waiting for a reply, a maid entered with a huge suitcase in her hand.

“The master asked of you to pack your belongings in an hour and to dress well befitting of a sinner. You shall be leaving soon, so whatever it is you must say goodbye to, do it haste.” She spoke with a haughtiness in her voice and her nose held up high, that had me itching to pluck it out. If the nose was any longer, she would be sniffing the skies.

And dress befitting of a sinner?! Could a maid say that to someone of higher authority?

I imagined grabbing onto her nose and pulling it as hard as I could to elongate it and then have it roast over fire before chopping it and feeding it to the dogs.

That’s what old Rozalia would’ve done. But the new one here could just imagine and sigh and say nothing. Because back in my world, starting a fight as an adult was just waste of time. Just grit your teeth and bear with it, that was what I was taught.

“Oh dear! I am afraid I can’t pack,” I sighed with my palm on my head like a sorrowful woman, “I had a dream and I saw hell twice.”

“Now you shall see it thrice,” she mumbled. I wish I had the guts to be as cruel as Rozalia, so I could just break that nose of hers. Did it become that long because she did nothing but blurt out lies like Pinocchio?

“The divine being,” I tossed around, groaning as if I were in pain, “She showed me the depths of hell and the world beyond the gates. How cruel! How sadistic! How heartbreaking!”

Both Daveen and the maid were looking at me as if I were already insane, confirming the marquess’ actions of sending me to the asylum.

“And I saw you,” I pointed to the maid, who was startled by the abrupt indication as I yelled, “I saw you burning in hell! You! You are the one stealing the jewels from the marchioness room, are you not?!”

You see, dear readers, I was going to the asylum. And I was already going mad at the news that I was going to the asylum. You must be scratching your head and thinking, what is wrong with this girl and why is she blabbering such nonsensical dialogues? Is this even part of the plot? Trust me it is actually not, but I am going mad and when girls go mad, we spout the most bullshit things because we want to speak and yell out but, we don’t know what to speak.

So, right now I was mad and when I’m mad, I tend to act quite dramatic. It was like getting drunk and doing silly stuff. However, drunk me would get cozy with a random person and kiss them without consent. I was a danger when I was drunk.

Now I was mad and uttered nonsense from the sheer madness of rotting my life away in an asylum. What I didn’t know was that this madness had somewhat changed my fate in my favour.

The maid suddenly cried out, startling me, as she fell to her knees, “Please! It was to take care of my family!”

Huh?

I was flabbergasted. Daveen was shocked; his eyes wide open, barely blinking that I had to blink for him.

“I only took a ruby. One ruby that is all! Please spare me!”

Something clicked in my brain. Something stupid, but I knew this stupidity was going to be a major shot.

“How sinful!” I shook my head, a fake tear stuck at the corner of my eye, “Had the divine being not opened my eyes to the sinful people around me, our family would’ve lost all their money because of the trust they shared with their servants. Are we to distrust the trust that we make with the ones close to our hearts?”

The maid began to cry louder, praying and begging the Divinity to forgive her for her sins. Daveen had still not blinked. And I was secretly enjoying this within while shaking my head and staring at the ceiling with sorrowful eyes.

There were loud stomping noises coming from outside as they approached the room and barged in. It was the father dressed in his nightrobes.

“What is the commotion?!” he yelled, his voice thundering in the quiet of dawn. How does this man have the energy to yell just after waking up? For me, it would take three business days for the frog in my throat to clear out early morning. It was a nightmare if anyone talked to me just as I woke up.

“I am sorry, O’ Hannakeiuo!” the maid was still praying. Daveen still hadn’t blinked and I was still staring at the ceiling. I just noticed there were painting on the ceilings, but they were faded out.

“What have you done, you maniac?!” he hollered, his eyes glaring like he wished they could shoot lasers and have me dead. Sad life, this isn’t the DC comics. “Must you cause a scene every morning.”

I tried not to glare and instead began to sob. “I was just reprimanding the maid for stealing the mar—mother’s jewels which the Divinity of Light showed to me in my dreams.” I said, closing my eyes. “How beautiful she was! Splendidly glowing in the light and her smile warmed my cold heart. She gave me the love that I was searching for all my life. The love that I never received from the day I was born. Oh, how I wish to be by her side and devote my life to her for all eternity, till my soul turns to nothingness.”

Yep, they were all looking at me as if I had already visited the asylum, came back for the holidays and showcasing the side effects of being insane.

Now when did the room fill with three extra people? I don’t recall two guards and a butler involved.

“Is it true, Daveen?” the marquess asked the knight who now blinked at the mention of his name.

It was a while before he spoke (guess he was processing what had happened during the time he hadn’t blinked). He side-eyed me and I telepathically begged for him to go with my story by making the weirdest eye glares and motions, “It is true, sire. The lady suddenly got up before dawn broke and began to converse to someone in the balcony, thought there was none there. It was rather strange. Her eyes were closed, but it was as if she could see someone. And each time she spoke, she spoke of her Divinity’s name. And with every mention of her Divinity’s name, there was a subtle increase in temperature that had me slowly close my eyes and drift to a pleasant sleep.”

He turned towards me for my approval of his story. I held out three fingers.

The marquess was having a hard time understanding the situation because in his negative stance, he wanted to prove Rozalia was mad. But if the knight himself was saying such things, then it meant something else; for knights can’t lie to the ones they are loyal to. Except, there was someone this knight was more loyal to than the marquess. And for her, he would gladly lay down his life.

“And the maid?” he asked.

“It seems she stole the jewels of the marchioness. She confirmed it herself after my lady spoke of it.”

“How did she know?”

“The divine being said so.”

There were gasps amongst the three audiences and a few extra eavesdropping from the outside. Nosey little fuckers. The marquess turned towards me, and I kept my stance of praying to the ceiling.

“Did you see the divine being?” he asked. Wow! He wasn’t yelling at me for the first time. This change almost had me drop my jaw on the ground.

“Of course, I did,” I spoke as softly I could without sounding rude, “She asked me to visit her temple. My sins are too long to be forgiven by just one visit by the divine being. She wishes that I stay at her temple, close to her heart, and pray earnestly for her forgiveness. Father, may I visit the temple?”

“No.”

Fuck you.

I sobbed.

“O’ great divinity. Please spare my life and dare not punish my father for refusing my journey to the temple.”

“What did you—”

“Sire,” the butler interrupted the marquess before he could yell, “I believe she might be telling the truth. The knights just confirmed that they found a box full of jewels in the maids room, all that belongs to the marchioness.”

Oh. Now this is getting interesting. The marquess’ face changed from anger to confusion. He was side-eyeing me while staring deep into the butler’s eyes. It was as if they were communicating telepathically. Kind of romantic you ask, or creepy? I don’t know what to feel.

“I heard the temple proclaim once, that there shall come a human who can communicate with the divine being,” one of the guards spoke, interrupting the intense eye contact between the butler and the marquess, “They addressed during last month’s monthly summons that the oracle foretold that the divine being Hannakeiuo shall communicate with this world through a human. What if she’s….?”

They all turned towards me and I titled me head with a huge question mark above my head.

The oracle. A foretelling from the gods to which the humans must seek guidance from. It was a very common subplot idea in a reincarnation novel, or technically any novels.

Usually most of the oracles would be regarding world end’s or the one who finds a solution to the world end. But it seems here, there might be a human who can end up being the divine being’s messenger. Considering they haven’t found one till now, I could simply play the part of being the messenger from the oracle and save myself from the visit to the asylum.

“Inform the temples of that this creature seems to have gotten dreams of the divine being and the maid’s story too.” How rude of him to call Rozalia ‘this creature’! Not a drop of humanity within this man’s soul. “Cancel the carriage to the asylum. The temple wouldn’t like the idea that their messenger would be stuck in hell rather than heaven’s hell.”

Heaven’s hell? Was he referring to the temple?

“You,” he turned towards me, with a finger pointed in my direction, “If this is some silly plan of yours to get away from your fate tied to the asylum, mark my words, I shall send you to a worse place than that asylum.”

With that he left the room. And so did the rest. The maid was taken away by the guards, her tears still flowing down her reddened cheeks. They might lock her up or have her punished. Either way, it didn’t matter to me.

What mattered was that I was no longer going to the asylum.

“You lied.” Daveen spoke.

“Yes.”

“Do you know that lying and taking advantage of the divine being’s name to have your selfish needs fulfilled has a punishment of up to seven years?”

Wow! In that case, the prisons in my world would be having more citizens than the lands outside.

“They’ll have to catch me then if they have to have me punished,” I smiled cheekily before skipping out the room in joy.