Wait, What You Mean I Got Reincarnated As A Heroine In Another World? Chapter 126 - 109 - Mockery

She tilted her head slightly, voice softening—but only just.

Mocking.

"Why get so angry when you’re the one being played with, hmm? Isn’t that how Selene first earned your trust? By misleading you? By keeping secrets?"

Azalea blinked. "Wait. She’s... not wrong?"

Milena pressed on, relentless.

"You forgave her. Easily, in fact. But ? One twist, one mirror, and you snap."

My fists clenched. Selene still couldn’t et my eyes.

"And that," Milena finished, "is why you’re so fascinating."

I didn’t respond. I was too busy trying to decide whether to scream... or just walk away.

Azalea looked about ready to throw a shoe.

"Okay, seriously, what kind of ssed-up ga is this?!"

And Milena—of course—just gave a small laugh.

"The one you’ve all agreed to play."

Milena, having just dropped what could only be described as a world-shattering info-dump without so much as blinking, calmly folded her hands and turned to the side. Like she’d just reported the weather. Like the emotional debris left in her wake wasn’t her problem.

Azalea, who had been valiantly following along—despite an expression that looked increasingly like her brain had been scrambled in a blender—blinked a few tis in disbelief.

Then frowned. Then...

She pouted.

Full-on, lips-jutted, eyebrows-tilted, ani-level pout.

"H-Huh?! Wait, excuse ?" she squeaked, arms flailing like she was trying to flag down a passing carriage—or a bus that refused to stop.

"Did you seriously just info-dump your entire villain origin story and not even acknowledge ?! I was here the whole ti! I heard everything! I’m not just so emotionally supportive furniture!"

Milena didn’t even twitch.

Azalea sucked in a dramatic gasp.

"Ohhh, I see how it is," she muttered in a stage-whisper, eyes narrowing.

"Because she’s the imported genius soul from another world with all the fancy contracts and apocalyptic consequences, suddenly I’m just a decorative background noise."

Still no response.

Milena was either very committed to the bit or genuinely did not care.

Azalea stomped one foot—not hard, more like a kitten trying to throw hands with a thunderstorm.

"I’ve been emotionally available this entire ti!" she exclaid.

"I held Kairi’s hand while she was unconscious! I didn’t even scream when the creepy floating bird lady started monologuing about soul theft and magical fine print! That’s supportive! That’s, like, MVP-tier friendship!"

Selene gave the tiniest, breath-of-a-laugh chuckle. Barely there. But it was sothing.

Milena? Nothing. Not even an eye twitch.

Azalea gasped again, louder this ti, and planted a hand over her chest like she’d just been betrayed by the entire cast.

"I—I’m literally the emotional glue in this group! And this is how I’m treated? Maybe I should have tead up with the snake monsters! At least they would’ve noticed I existed!"

That got sothing.

Barely.

Milena tilted her head. Not even fully—just enough to register Azalea’s presence, like a bored cat glancing at a distant noise.

"You wouldn’t last two seconds," she said flatly.

Azalea instantly lit up. "Aww, see? You do care!" she bead, practically glowing under the insult like it was a bouquet of complints.

"You noticed !"

I groaned and buried my face in both hands.

"Kill ," I muttered. "Just kill now."

There was a beat of silence.

Then, from beside , Selene finally spoke up—quiet, hesitant, trying to be helpful but absolutely missing the emotional context.

"...Poison’s the cleanest."

I slowly turned my head toward her, eyes wide with disbelief.

Azalea blinked. "Wait, what?"

Selene, ever the scholar, continued with the sa thoughtful seriousness one might use to suggest herbal redies for migraines. "I an, if you’re asking. Sothing odorless and fast-acting. Ideally, tasteless too. But not cyanide—that’s too theatrical and it leaves a sll. Sothing alchemical would be more efficient."

I stared.

Azalea stared harder.

Selene faltered, a faint pink rising to her cheeks. "Or—um—not that I’ve... thought about this extensively."

Milena gave a snort. "She has a whole section on it in her journal. Indexed."

Selene’s blush deepened into pure mortification. "That was for academic purposes!"

"Sure it was," I deadpanned. "Definitely not concerning at all."

Azalea squinted at her, deeply disturbed. "You guys study this?"

Milena shrugged. "The classics never go out of style."

Azalea just made a muffled noise that might’ve been a scream, or a laugh, or possibly the death of her last functioning brain cell.

I let out a long, ragged sigh, dragging both hands down my face.

"...Okay. New plan. No one is allowed to talk unless supervised."

Milena raised a finger. "Even in cases of ergency?"

"Especially in cases of ergency."

Selene looked like she wanted to die from embarrassnt. Milena looked vaguely proud of herself. And Azalea? She was now sitting on the floor, dramatically hugging her knees like a war survivor who’d seen too much.

"Honestly," Azalea whispered, "the snake monsters are sounding better by the second."

Azalea was still muttering to herself on the floor, gently rocking back and forth. "Snake monsters. Friendly. Simple. Probably good listeners..."

That’s when Selene, still red-faced but clearly fed up, let out a sharp exhale and muttered under her breath:

"At least they’re not Helena’s cuck."

The room went dead silent.

Azalea slowly lifted her head like a erkat sensing danger. "Wait. What?"

I blinked. "Did you just—"

Selene crossed her arms tightly and looked away, jaw clenched. "You heard ."

"Oh my gods," Azalea wheezed, eyes wide with delight. "Selene!"

Milena looked halfway to laughing. "Now that’s a choice of words."

"Accurate," Selene bit out, voice like cold steel.

"She leads. He follows. He simps. He runs away. Rinse, repeat."

"I an, you’re not wrong," I muttered, still half-shocked she said it aloud.

Azalea was now lying on her back, kicking her legs in the air like a gremlin on sugar.

"I knew you hated him! I knew it! This whole ti you were so civil, but underneath—boom. Salty fireworks."

Selene didn’t deny it. Didn’t say another word, in fact. Just stood there, arms crossed, staring at a fixed point in the air with a look that could curdle milk.

Milena, amused, turned to . "Well, that just made my day. Say what you will about curses and soul contracts, but that level of spite? Chef’s kiss."

I groaned again. "Remind to destroy everyone’s journals before I die."

Azalea sat up, completely revitalized. "No way. I’m making copies. Annotated. With footnotes."

Selene didn’t look at any of us, but I swear I heard her mumble:

"...And a bibliography titled ’n Who Should’ve Stayed Dead.’"