Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

"… Why are you so nosy?"

Isidor shortened his stride to match my pace, returning the words I said to him in the first place.

As we passed through a deserted and quiet side road and arrived at the place where the carriage stood, behind the main building, a servant that was sitting in a corner doing something else hurried towards me.

The servant tried to help support me, but Isidor naturally walked past him and took me to the carriage door.

As his body, which was holding me firmly, was removed, the fresh scent that lingered on the tip of my nose also faded.

When I was feeling empty without knowing why, my body suddenly floated and my bottom gently settled on the carriage seat.

He lifted my body as he pleased and sat me on the seat.

"Get home safe."

Isidor grabbed the carriage door, speaking calmly as if nothing had happened.

Where do knights learn to lift a person that lets their guard down?

As my chest palpitated, I opened my mouth.

"I owe you."

"Princess Deborah, just say thank you in a situation like this."

He said jokingly, stretching out his nice lips.

"… Thank you. Sir Isidor."

I said slowly while looking at his eyes, curved like a half moon.

To be honest, if Isidor hadn't been nosy, no, chivalrous, I would have collapsed disgracefully in front of Philap and Mia.

"…"

However, he, who I thought would laugh playfully, looked at me with a strange expression.

I felt uncomfortable looking at his wide-open emerald eyes.

Huh? Just now, I guess it wasn't very wicked of me.

"Y-You must be surprised to hear me say thank you. It is something exceedingly rare, like a bean sprouting amid a drought. Because I'm definitely not the kind of person to easily say thank you."

I added an explanation that didn't sound like gibberish.

"It's an honor. Please go now and rest."

Isidor, giggling absurdly, closed the door of the carriage and suddenly opened it again.

I flinched as he stretched his handsome face into the carriage.

What, what is it?

"Ah, it would be nice if the Princess had better eyes for men."

Bump!

The carriage door closed without hesitation.

The carriage started moving slowly, unaware of how dumbfounded I was as I thought I just heard some nonsense.

"… Ah!"

I grabbed my hair fiercely as I was belatedly struck by reality.

If Philap were my type, I wouldn't have been overwhelmed like this.

I don't want such a hot-tempered macho type.

I'm not even the only one that hates him. Philap has always been at the bottom of the popular vote among the fishes.

Why does Deborah have different preferences in men than me and makes me suffer like this?

Why is her crap my problem!

I trembled with resentment and threw high kicks into the air all night long.

***

Meanwhile, Deborah wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep that day.

"Thank you, Sir Isidor."

Isidor unknowingly closed his eyes at the voice that lingered in his ears.

Her voice, which contained his name for the first time, had a feeling of gentleness somewhere.

As he remembered her eyes, curved like those of a cat and red like rubies, the strange feeling in his stomach got stronger.

Since they only met in the dark Blancia's office, those red eyes looked even more vivid.

Isidor, who was constantly tossing and turning in bed as he unconsciously recalled that moment, suddenly frowned.

"Lady Deborah's pure love towards Sir Philap has a very long history."

It was because Miguel's words came to his mind.

‘What do you mean pure love… She just doesn't have a good eye for men.'

Honestly, I am more handsome.

In the end, Isidor failed to fall asleep and got out of bed, heading towards the exercise hall with his sword.

‘Damn it.'

Philap also couldn't sleep and was also killing time at the exercise hall.

When he remembered the situation where Isidor easily defeated him using his words, he jumped up while sleeping.

That's not all.

‘Why on earth did that damn jerk intervene? She stubbornly insisted it wasn't, but it was obviously Deborah's fault.'

"I've told you twice now that I'm not lying Are you so stupid that I have to say it a hundred times for you to understand?"

What was that dry and cold glance coming from someone who has been hovering around him for nearly 6 years?

Like he's surely mistaken about something.

‘Are you trying to get my attention in a new way now? Well. I appreciate your sincerity.'

He was in such a bad mood and felt so bothered that he could even forget about Mia for a moment.

Philap came out of the exercise hall, panting.

***

"I heard that Mr. Philap carried the injured Lady Mia like a princess. Did you hear?"

"I saw it myself. But what on earth happened?"

"What do you think? It must have been because of Princess Deborah. There's no denying that she's been quiet this year. Sir Philap must be tired, too."

Philap crossing the academy campus while carrying Mia, who had a knee injury, like a princess, was a hot topic among the aristocrats.

Recently, there hasn't been much fun going on in the social world.

And Madame Ophelia, quite pleased with the situation, praised Mia.

"In order for a light to shine even brighter, it needs a moderate amount of darkness around it. If there is a good main character, of course, there must also be a villain. That's why you shine brighter. Miss Mia."

As she looked at Mia's bloody knees, she spoke as if reciting a poem.

Mia looked out the window, without saying anything.

White flowers were already in full bloom on the bare branch where just one flower had bloomed pathetically.

"As expected, the impact is different with Seymour. It's much better in terms of topics of conversation than walking around dirty places and using divine powers on a thousand things."

When the crimson liquid Ophelia was holding seeped into Mia's knee, the wound began to turn black.

"Always keep in mind that nobles are very interested in gossip like this. Miss Mia."

Instead of answering, Mia giggled shyly.

"Anyway, Lady Deborah's harassment will get worse from now on."

"I'm not sure."

Ophelia said that Deborah Seymour, blinded by jealousy, would do all sorts of terrible things and turn Mia into a hot topic in the social world.

So, Mia was bracing herself in anticipation of the severe harassment.

However, contrary to the Madame's expectations, that woman was too quiet.

In the end, she had to separate herself from Philap for a while and fall right in front of her to get her attention, putting on a show that wasn't even funny.

"What if that woman doesn't bother me? She has been quiet for a while."

Ophelia laughed loudly at Mia's question.

"Ohoho, that can't be! She's a woman who has been obsessed with Sir Philap for 6 years. I'm sure she has a deep resentment towards Miss Mia. She must have been planning something, that's why she has been so calm."

Mia pressed her lips together and nodded.

Madame Ophelia's words have never been wrong.

She was a better informant than anyone else.

She knew well about each and every major figure in the social world.

"A good performance will be prepared soon. The only choice for Lady Deborah, who has no ability, dignity, reputation, or anything, is to join Omicron, which values one's bloodline."

"Ahh."

"Since Sir Philap feels indebted for failing to successfully bid on the pink diamond, he is going to actively recommend Miss Mia to join Omicron."

It means she will be in constant contact with Deborah Seymour.

Mia immediately understood what Ophelia meant.

"I understand what you mean."

"Social clubs are important, but above all, you must get the most attention during the upcoming spring festival and be the ‘Flower of the Year'."

The wound that had been stained black slowly disappeared.

Ophelia spoke, pouring the crimson liquid in the glass bottle onto the wound on the other knee.

"So… For the remaining time, you should focus on increasing the purity of the divine power. Miss Mia."

"Ouch!"

Ophelia inflicted a deep wound on Mia's white calf with a knife.

As the crimson liquid, flowing down like blood, seeped into the deep wound, Mia's blue eyes flickered deeply with a black glow.

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