[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each":3,"chapter-villainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each-villainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each-chapter-16":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villainess X Villain: They are obsessed with each other!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1873792,2480,"Chapter 16 -: 15 Pink hair, Pink eyes.","villainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each-chapter-16",16,"\u003Cp>Julius walked behind the man. Alfred followed two steps back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They moved down a narrow corridor. On both sides were prison cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the cells were young people, girls and boys, all between 15 and 25 years old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their bodies looked thin and weak from hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some lay on the dirty ground, too tired to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others pressed their faces against the bars, staring out with empty eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few just sat quietly in the corners, heads down, as if they had already given up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despair hung heavy in the air. Every face showed the same deep sadness and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius kept his expression calm as he walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, he thought: ’Slave trade is banned across all three floating continents. Yet here it is, happening openly, without fear.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes moved from one prisoner to the next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man spoke without turning. \"Would you like any of them?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius shook his head. \"No.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man gave a low chuckle. \"These are just the basic ones. If you want higher quality, cleaner, stronger, prettier, we have better—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said no,\" Julius cut in. His voice stayed level and firm. \"Just take me where I need to go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shrugged and fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked on for a few more minutes. Then the man stopped in front of a heavy door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here,\" he said. \"This is what you came for.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cells here were smaller and darker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were filled with very young children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some clung to their mothers. Others sat completely alone on the cold stone floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of them looked painfully thin. Their arms and legs were like sticks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces were pale and hollow. Big, frightened eyes stared out from every corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stopped and pointed ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is what you asked for,\" he said casually. \"Ages one to five.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius followed in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young children didn’t understand what was happening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They simply watched him pass with wide, curious eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mothers were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every mother who still had strength left gripped her child tighter and looked at Julius with raw terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They knew exactly what kind of man might walk through this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius kept his face blank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’How pitiful.’ Julius let out a heavy breath, he wasn’t a saint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far from it. But even he felt some pity looking at these small, helpless bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked slowly down the row, he studied each child carefully, especially the ones who were alone, without a mother to hold them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Pink hair. Pink eyes.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the only description of her in TST.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>:I don’t know her face yet, but those colors are unmistakable.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’According to the novel, that trash would find her when she turned six.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Right now she should be three... maybe four at most.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius moved from cell to cell, eyes sharp and focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He searched quietly, scanning every tiny head for even a hint of pink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Julius reached the end of the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last cells were empty of what he was looking for. No pink hair. No pink eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had checked every child. She wasn’t here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stopped too. He turned slightly, watching Julius with narrowed eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something catch your eye?\" the man asked. His voice was oily. A wicked smile twisted his ugly face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius shook his head slowly. His face stayed calm, almost bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, his mind raced. ’She isn’t here... yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the TST, the hero only found her years later, after he burned this place to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One tiny girl had clung to him, crying, refusing to let go. That was how she was adopted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So maybe she hasn’t been brought here. Not yet.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius stood still for a moment, thinking. Then he looked straight at the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are there others?\" he asked quietly. \"Apart from these.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s grin stretched wider. It looked wrong, greedy and cruel, on his ugly, pockmarked face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, we have more,\" he said. \"Special ones. But they cost three times as much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned in a little, eyes glittering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Worth every coin, I promise.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius didn’t answer right away. He let the silence hang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The children behind the bars watched them both, some with fear, some with nothing left in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" Julius said. \"Lead the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man chuckled. \"Hehe. Follow me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked straight toward the blank stone wall and stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His large, rough hand pressed hard against it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creak!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden door groaned open. A dark passage appeared beyond it, cold air rushing out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stepped inside without looking back. Julius followed. Alfred came right behind, silent and watchful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked down the narrow tunnel. Then it opened into a wider prison hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place looked different. Cleaner cells. Better light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The people inside, children, teenagers, even some adults, were not as broken as the ones before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were thin but not starving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their skin was cleaner. Their eyes still held some life, though fear lingered underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"These are the higher-quality ones,\" the man said, waving a hand at the rows of cells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three times the price. Sometimes more, depending on their grade. Take your time. Look around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius gave a short nod. He walked forward slowly, eyes scanning each face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stayed back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He watched Julius and Alfred move deeper into the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slow, ugly grin spread across his scarred face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This customer is too handsome,’ he thought. ’Those lustful noblewomen would pay a fortune for a face like that.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grinned, ’and those old men would also pay for this face...hehe.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greed lit up his eyes. He murmured to himself, \"Should I capture him? He’d sell for a hefty price if I auction him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small slip of paper. Holding it with both hands, he tore it in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The paper flared bright for a second, then turned to ash and scattered on the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Everyone,\" he whispered, voice low and eager. \"Come to Grade A section. Block off the exits.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There is one big treasure here..\" His grin twisted even uglier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, Julius and Alfred kept moving down the row. They checked cell after cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No pink hair. No pink eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alfred didn’t ask why they were really here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his sharp eyes flicked backward. He caught the man lingering too far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer to Julius and spoke quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young master,\" Alfred said. \"Have you found what you were looking for?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius passed another cell without stopping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" he answered, voice calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius didn’t stop. He kept walking slowly down the row, eyes scanning every small face behind the bars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked again. And again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still nothing. No pink hair. No pink eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bitter feeling twisted in his chest. ’Is she not here either?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the novel, she should have been in this place by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hero had found her among the rescued children after the raid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But every child here was wrong, wrong hair, wrong eyes, wrong age. Not one matched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He passed another cell. Inside, a small boy sat on the floor, playing quietly with a lump of dried mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The child looked up at Julius with big, innocent eyes and gave a tiny, shy smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius smiled in return as he continued his search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step, step, step, step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps approached from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you find anything?\" the man asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had walked up close now, grinning wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius looked at him with an annoyed face. ’I don’t know what is annoying right now, his face or the fact that I’m unable to find her.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If there was a contest for the most ugly face in the world, this man would win without anyone else even trying.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius let out a quiet sigh as he held back his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What am I even thinking...\" he murmured under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, louder: \"No. I haven’t. It seems—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t get to finish when—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small, childish voice suddenly cut through the heavy air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ron... I told you tho finshh eat...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were clumsy, half-mumbled, full of a toddler’s stubbornness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They came from somewhere deeper in the Grade A section, behind a cell door Julius hadn’t reached yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julius froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head turned slowly toward the sound.\u003C\u002Fp>",1381,"2026-06-10T05:56:21.839Z",1,"novelbin.me","776c05f446bed420544566bb35c7a3cae48cd856e429203d422cec1e8abcd853","villainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each-chapter-215","villainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each-chapter-214",220,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillainess-x-villain-they-are-obsessed-with-each-cover.jpg"]