Reincarnated as the Villainess's attendant

"Ohohoho! When I give Zoemi my cookies he will be stunned how much I have improved and he will fall for me even more, without a doubt!"

Miriette boasted triumphantly, raising her fist in a preemptive victorious pose.

"Eh!? Those are not for the first prince?!"

"Pffft!"

Patishi became stunned and Miriette snorted at her reaction.

"For Horeo? Yeah, no. No way. My cookies are only for my Zoemi! But I would feel bad for leaving that guy with nothing, he is my friend and all... so!"

Miriette scoffed but then ended up looking to the side, scratching her cheek deep in thoughts before her eyes lighted up when she came up with an idea.

"I would like to give him some of yours, can I?"

"!!!!!"

Miriette actually asked someone for permission – and someone of a lower status than her to boot!

If Zoemi saw – or at least heard – about that, he would shed tears of happiness!

...or not, probably not really...

"I-I am allowed to give my cookies to my prince?! With your permission, your highness?!"

Patishi perked up and blushed from happiness, letting her inner feelings slip out in a rather obvious way.

"Yeah, sure whatever."

Miriette didn't even spare her a glance and waved her hand dismissively while fully focused on the oven.

"Just stay quiet for a moment I don't want to ACTUALLY mess them up by accident."

She said in a focused voice.

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And her cookies did come out perfectly.

Zoemi was actually right all along.

His master was very talented.

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Patishi helped Miriette pack the cookies into cute wrappings.

The one for the first prince was, of course, a lot flashier and with pink ribbons - all lovely and all – while the one for the Zoemi was suitably plainer and it had a small green ribbon looking a bit scruffier than the one on the other wrapping.

It was actually because Miriette did that one herself. Even though she was talented in many fields, it was her first time creating the handmade decorations herself so she couldn't compare to the brown-haired girl in that regard.

Miriette left the kitchen but didn't return to her room or go to any of the boys' rooms, instead, she went outside the dormitory to think calmly think about her plan.

Usually, she would use her spell and fly around, since she could compose herself better when she was looking down upon everything else in the world, but today she didn't want to be seen so she settled on walking instead to at least move around a bit.

"Should I really give those to him...?"

When she was deep in thoughts, Miriette would speak her mind out loud - it helped her figure out whether the idea was good or not.

The dark-haired girl was strolling in the sunset, the hand in which she was holding the cookies for her fiance was hanging loosely by her side and the one with the ones for her attendant was raised – and it was also the one at which the girl was staring at intently.

"Wouldn't it be too forward on my side? I'm his master, wouldn't it be just forcing myself on him...?"

Lady Espine was faced with a moral dilemma.

"It would be just like in that indecent that mother didn't want me to read! The vulgar lady forced her attendant into an indecent relationship and the attendant hated her for that!"

Miriette bit her lips and her fingers tightened around the plain wrapping.

"What if Zoemi will hate me too just like that...? Oh, no! Why did I have to make them heart-shaped?!"

The dark-haired girl's heart started beating fast from the sudden fear she felt.

She wanted a relationship with Zoemi but because of her high birth, anything she would do would be considered an abuse of power.

Miriette chest started aching.

"No, wait...! But he suggested that I should make the cookies because he wanted to try them, right?! He said that I'm his most important person, so of course, he would want that... Right? Right...?"

The more Miriette thought about that the more doubtful she was becoming.

"If I give him those heart-shaped cookies won't it be like ordering him to love me?"

Miriette turned and started to walk in another direction without watching where she was actually going while she continued to overthink everything.

"But he loves me already, right? So wouldn't that be like giving him permission?"

She lifted her head - that last one sounded right!

"Wait, no..."

But then the dark-haired girl hung her head back down.

"But what if I'm too hasty? He didn't even budge when I was naked behind him, he must be a late bloomer or something... Or maybe he somehow inherited Mizoe's denseness! No, wait, it doesn't work like this, does it...?"

Miriette furrowed her brows and shook her head.

"If I pressure him too much, it will only scare him off!"

The dark-haired girl clenched her fists and started walking faster.

"No...! I don't want him to hate me...!"

Miriette whispered sadly and changed the direction of her stroll – that was already almost a run - again.

The visions of Zoemi's confused, scared, and angered faces filled the dark-haired girl's mind and she felt her eyes stinging and her nose getting itchy.

"I don't want him to look at me like that...!"

Miriette was a strong-willed girl but the thought of Zoemi hating her was the one thing that could bring her to the verge of tears with ease.

Just like she was the most important person for Zoemi, Zoemi was the most important person for her.

If he declared his love for her she was ready to abandon her family name and riches at any given moment, but the problem was if she did that then the consequences would fall on him first.

Zoemi was a darkness magician, that alone would make it seem like he was the one who deprived the noblewoman and swindled her into his ways.

Being with Zoemi would also mean breaking the engagement with the first prince and even though Horeo was just Horeo and he thought of both Mireitte and Horeo as his best friends, their marriage was decided by their parents.

In the end, even if they decided on the daring lover's escape, Miriette and her love would become imprisoned - well, she would become imprisoned - Zoemi would be executed without a doubt.

"If only those bracelets didn't exist...!"

Miriette muttered under her breath and gritted her teeth.

The kingdom of Bellcephore was in possession of a certain relict of ancient times - a terrifying pair of bracelets that disabled the magicians' ability to cast spells.

That artifact was made of a special crystal ore that couldn't be found anymore.

Those bracelets were truly terrifying not because of the spellcasting-sealing properties but because after being charged with the mana of the light attribute and exposed to the remnant of another magician's mana, they would teleport on the arms of that magician and seal their powers no matter where their target would be hiding.

Well – to tell the truth - there were a few pieces of the mysterious ore still around, but all of them were in the hands of the collectors and although they still held the power of sealing magic, they were basically harmless for Mireitte since those fragments didn't possess the ability to teleport.

"Even if I cast free flight and took Zoemi with me if those bracelets would have been used at that time....!"