"Dancing with a pot" Ch 11

Previously: My secret got found out by the oldy but no worries, he was normal with it and now the assasination attempt begins! starting by breaking my teeth.

*Crunch*

(huh?)

I feel a spiral metal between my teeth.

(Nails!?)

I look at Leo who had a suspiscious smirk on his face again. I eye roll him and look at the piece of cake.

(What a lame attempt.)

I pick another piece of cake as Leo looks at the yellowish papers continuously not putting mind to the crunching noises.

(He thinks I'm gonna choke and die but little does he know, that under my tongue is a black hole!)

I glare at Leo continuously as I shove the cake pieces inside my mouth. The nails making a clacking noise Inside my mouth.

After a moment of eating and storing the nails under my tongue I wipe my mouth and stand up making the chair crack a little which grabs Leo's attention.

He looks up to me in supprise as I give him a big smile.

" Thank you."

I turn around and walk away, my face almost breaking up the smiling cover. My back piercing with thousands of gazes.

(I can already imagine the shock on his face.)

I increase my footsteps as two guards open the door for me, their face looking terrified.

(Why are they terrified?)

I rush out of the dinner as fast as I can. My face all red and hot.

[You look like monster.]

"...?"

I stop by a giant window 364 inches away from the dining room door. Pulling my head outside the window, I feel the breeze hitting my face and in an instant I open my mouth throwing multiple nails together.

After the nails drop I pick my head up, sighing in relief.

(Shit how many nails were there!?)

I wipe my mouth for the hundredth time as I grudge my teeth in anger. Heat flowing from my body like a hot pot.

(I need a shower after going through this lame murder attempt.)

.....

"Lalalala"

I hum as I walk towards the hot bath. My hands filled with utensils and stuffs or more like just my fragrant shampoo.

I slowly walk towards the hot bath, my mind ready to get freshen up with the warm water and misty fog.

(....)

I look at the water closely.

(Why is the hot water producing so much fog?)

[It's common sense.]

I step towards the water a little bit more, feeling the fog on the edge of my toe.

(It feels a little too hot.)

Suddenly my back shivers or my spine ahem.

"What the-"

I turn my head back slowly and spot something moving behind the large pillars. I stare at the pillar intensely and see a glimpse of silver hair.

(Wait! that's-)

My face becomes red as a tomato and I quickly turn my head back.

( What a pervert! seeing someone shower.)

I shake my head in an unnatural way, blushing like a teenager until a realisation hits my head.

(Aren't I the villainess who is trying to survive 'her' husband's murder attempt.)

I glance at the pillar again as the hair wiggles. My mouth curling up in a mischevious and evil smile and my eyes sliding towards the foggy pool.

(I don't need holy powers to save me I have rhythm. )

I start walking towards the closet which was situated beside the very pillar where the traitor was hiding.

I stop in front of the closet, my side eye following the greyish hair,

finally showing one-fourth of his face.

(Good, just now you wait!)

I open the closet with a big bang. My eyes searching everywhere.

(There should be a heat resistant pot somewhere.)

I shuffle through the gowns a few times before I take out a reddish pot almost like a mug on the outside, as I shut the door making the traitor flinch.

(Now let me dance.)

I take the pot in hands and swing it in a dancing rhythm, huming the song I was singing on my way here.

The traitor leans forward a little and my side eye captures his confused expression.

(This pot was used to burn enimies mouth in the original novel since it can withstand enormous heat.)

I swing close to the pool and pick the water up quickly without my hands touching the water.

"Oh my! this watah is hot."

I swing the water more aggresively as I step towards the pillar where the traitor's silver hair was hanging and pretend to trip which makes the pot goes flying In slow motion.

(Hopefully this doesn't kill him.)

I fall down in a dramatic way as the water pot hits the wall.

"Oh no! the water fell on the poor pillar."

[I've always liked to play with fire!]

I wait for a moment while my eyes stay fixed on the pillar.

(Is he really dead?)

I stand up and walk across the pillar and-

"Shit! it burns!"

(So he didn't die.)

I smirk a little and get into my act.

"Oh, did the poor pillar got hurt?"

I rub my hands over the pillar while I soothe it by humming my usual song.

"This bi--*!"

A silent curse rings in my ear and I slam the pillar hard.

"Don't worry pillar, next time I will Light Everything On, so I can see if the water is hot or not."

After saying these specific words in bold the noise finally stops.

(I guess, he understood what I meant.)

I walk towards the exit and open the door as I turn my head back.

"See ya pillar." I smile and close the door with a bang.

After a few minutes of walking I hear a loud screeching noise coming out of the bathroom. I let out a chuckle and swing my body on the musical screeching noise.

(His lame attempt would never hurt me.)

...

A few moments later.

I was sitting on my bed while looking at the ground covered in red carpet. My face frowning a little bit.

( How do I predict the plot now?)

My face wrinkles in a dissatisfied reaction.

(The bath event was supposed to happen after we have visited the emperial palace, so why?)

Inside of my blank mind a knock is heard, I snap back to reality and focus my eyes on the door.

"Come in!"

I say in my heavenly voice and the door creaks open revealing oldy.

"What is it?"

Oldy does his usual greetings and then speaks.

"Duchess, Duke is seeking for your presence right now."

I smile at oldy and nod my head in positive.

(Isn't it too soon for me to die?)

TBC