"Even though we were protecting the Nameless, is this how we were to be paid back?" Alain Guillory – this was his Nom, revealed by the Nameless who walked upon fire – grabbed his hair in frustration. "Olivie... and you say you still believe in them? Well, obviously, with women ruling over men, I don't see why! Wining the favor of the dominating classes, now, are we?"

Olivie felt that whatever happened was only for the best – if these were the real colors of men, then they were right to be removed of their Nom and the abilities attached with it.

"Look," Olivie replied coldly, "I know you feel betrayed, but it's not like you did anything for the Nameless anyway. You are simply in this underground society pretending to care. Undeserving of a Noble title, I say."

"You—" He raised his hand, but Olivie had his hand twist – making him slap himself with her powers.

"Yes. I am a part of the dominating class. And I am still supporting those two Nameless who know of my Nom. My actions are several times more respectable than yours; you fool."

Absolute.

Olivie thought she resembled Diane.

She averted her eyes, gazing upon the other men – biting on their nails with dissatisfaction like children who lost a toy.

Well, indeed, they did lose their plaything – now with the Nameless out of their Church prison, these men who had been earning from donations, were declining in money and power very fast. Now, many are switching sides – but how long would all this last?

Stability was inexistent in France.

For now, yes, this measure would help them. But in the long run, Olivie could already see the Nameless back to where they began, having completed a full cycle. Their downfall had already started with Josephine's and Josette's lives on the line.

But if the Nameless themselves help in the ruining of the two, then maybe they had some hope.

However, she could certainly say that the women would have a dominion status for a long time to come, unless something – or someone – strips them of their current power.

Many male Nobles were already aware of this fact, kissing the females' shoes, hopeful to become some powerful lady's concubine – the bloodline had already become a Matriarchy as is, and soon France would become a Motherland rather than the Fatherland it was.

This nation was doomed – filled with holes within the rules' network created by the Goddess – sinning faster than it drew breaths, worshipping like total idiots only to win favor from the supreme being.

Disgusted.

Olivie thought she resembled Diane.

But Olivie believed in the Nameless, not on the Goddess. She had always been skeptical of Diane Apolline, and Josephine gave her the exact reason – a fake Goddess.

And she had already decided—

I'll kill Diane – uproot the very evil. I'll save the Nameless. I am the hope of France.

She was the 'real' hero and Diane the 'fake'. She'd take Diane's place because she was the 'real', deserving one, unlike Diane.

But if she failed, she'd accept being the 'fake' hero, she'd accept Diane being the 'real' Goddess – which had no chance to begin with, so such a thought was useless to her.

There would be no in-between.

Egoistic.

Olivie thought she resembled Diane.

—However, unlike Diane, Olivie was simply full of hot air – big talk, small actions. She was the kind of person who'd require others to do the deed, but take full credit. A jerk, in other words, like most rich people.

In fact, Olivie didn't even know why she despised Diane so very much. It was a crazy feeling thumping inside of her... she needed that title Diane currently held.

It must be Fate, right? As if she were chosen to be Diane's successor – and destroyer!

Olivie always brought Fate into the equation – something she can blame everything upon and win sympathy if her plans went awry.

And Diane – having so many faults in her system – could be taken down with several reasons, from her tyrant actions to sadistic tendencies; so Olivie could essentially face from little to no backlash.

Hence, she came up with several plans – or 'steps to Godhood' as she called them – beginning from resources, to helpful people, to Diane's past, and finally to Immortality itself.

Everything was decided by Fate: Diane becoming the savior, Diane spreading terror, Diane losing her power. The same also brought about Olivie's plain childhood, Olivie's rise in the High Society, and Olivie's upcoming ascension to an undying life.

Her first plan involved her parents.

Her father had always dictated her about, treasuring his only heirs; her mother had always been hellbent on having Olivie's insides mutated, corsets tightened to the point that the hourglass shape of her body was horrifyingly disgusting.

Because all she could be, in the end, was a wife of another and a mother birthing heirs of a different dynasty.

So, Olivie found the perfect way to prove them wrong – why, she could be a mother to her younger twin brothers and train them to be perfect heirs.

—In fact, wasn't her own mother already useless, because Olivie was several times more capable and flawless?

"Hey, sister, you're back!" the two boys screamed, running downstairs.

"Indeed, I am." Olivie motioned and had a maid deposit her irrefutable proofs of many Nobles' corruption in her office. "Also, boys, I might have mentioned about the usage of formal language while taking to your elders, yes?"

"We don't want to!" they replied, protruding their tongues in a mocking manner.

"Seems like you both need a proper beating for your habits, yes?"

"We—We'll tell father about this!"

Olivie smiled, her hands feeling the short blade of the tourné knife strapped to her belt. "Very well. Just to let you know – that man shivers when he sees me, and I'll make you do so too."

Previously, she required to train these two in order to inflict necessary torture on her unwanted parents (after having their tongues and fingers amputated, of course), because she would immediately be put in jail if she did so herself – but it was different for the heirs, since they needed to protect their Nom... and nobody really cared if the parents were being ill-treated due to justifiable reasons or not.

But now, the case was different. It was a matriarchy, making her fully capable of becoming the Marchioness. She wouldn't even require these brats anymore – might as well lock them up in the cellar and carve beautiful designs on their skins.

Right.

Might as well lock them up in the cellar and carve beautiful designs on their skins.

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= 1108 words

A/N: I'll let you decide if Olivie will win the 'Craziest Psychopath Ever' award or Diane will. Also, guess what 'scars' (the title) mean in the chapter's context!

This is a tourné knife (also called a peeling knife):

(image credit: Wikipedia)

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