A Villainess For The Tyrant

Came again?Cecile searched around her, before pointing a finger at herself and asked, Me?

She had experienced so much lately that ending up in an unfamiliar place and having disembodied voices address her no longer was enough to surprise her. Still, she couldnt help but feel startled by how the voice talked as if it knew her. Moreover, she felt a strange sense of dj vu about the whole situation, as if this had happened before.But when?No matter how she tried to remember, her memories were obscured in a haze. Amidst her puzzlement, the voice addressed again.

[Hands. Off.]

Cecile wondered what it was referring to, when she realized she was tightly gripping the fruit of the tree. Oh, Im sorry, she exclaimed, releasing the fruit. Still hanging off the branch, it swayed before her eyes. Of course, there was still a large chunk missing out from it. Looking at the appetizing fruit, she thought,I shouldve taken at least one more bite.

The feeling of regret wasnt only because of how delicious it tasted, but also because there was something nostalgic about the flavor. It made her feel the need to eat more of it. She was about to ask if the tree would be willing to sell her the fruit, when she realized the voice that had called out to her had been filled with anger.

It doesnt like me.The tree not only disliked her, it had also claimed that shed come again. That meant that Cecile had been here before. Yet, she had no recollection whatsoever of having ever visited such a place in her life. Deciding to start with the question on the top of her head, she asked, Um, excuse me, but may I ask for your name?

[World. Tree.]

Cecile was rendered speechless by the sudden introduction of an entirely unexpected entity. The image of the huge tree depicted in the book shed read a little while back at the apple farm formed in her mind. If her memory served her correctly, wasnt it the tree that was said to bear every fruit in the world? In any case, why was this tree speaking as if it knew her? Cecile felt the need to have her curiosity satiated.

Im sorry, but do you know me? But its my first time here

[You. Lie.]

Im telling the truth! Theres no way I would forget about coming here! There was no way she wouldve forgotten, especially the fruit she had just tasted. Even now, she couldnt help but sneak a longing look at the fruit shed bitten into that was swaying just out of reach.

[Arch. Witch.]

Pardon?

[Must. Have. Erased.]

Cecile wondered what the World Tree was going on about, but she wasnt so bold as to ask out loud. At that moment, something suddenly pushed her from behind. With a thwack, Cecile was sent rolling forward. She yelped as she heard the sound of the branches that supported her cracking beneath her feet. Save me! She instinctively flailed her hands about and grabbed onto a branch. In that instant, the branch she grabbed onto shone and a brilliant gold light enveloped her.

Eh? A different scenery, like a film reel, began to play before her eyes. In it, a small child who looked no more than three or four years of age was jumping around the World Tree. She had bright platinum hair and green eyes. The resemblance of the little girl to the reflection Cecile saw in the mirror every day, albeit younger, was uncanny. Is that me?

Without a doubt, the little girl was herself. The only difference was the girl was dressed in an embarrassed excuse for rags, and her appearance was filthy. The child obviously hadnt been able to wash properly and had dressed herself in anything she could to fend off the cold.

But when was ever I like that?Try as she might, Cecile couldnt remember such a scene. The maids that had cared for her in her childhood had loathed uncleanliness. They would wash her morning and night during the summers, and would always have her wash in warm water at least once a day in the winter too.