Reincarnated as the Villainess's attendant

"Hey, don't you dare keep me in the dark here! Are you serious – you and Zoemi kissed!? When? Don't tell me...!"

Horeo squinted his eyes in suspicion and clicked his tongue over Miriette's rear.

"Oh my, how your tone has changed~! Yes, yes – be more jealous! Zoemi kissed me and he did so all on his own to this time!"

There was not even a trace of her previous jealousy, now, Miriette was proudly puffing up her chest and glancing at Horeo triumphantly.

"It should be clear that I've won~"

The dark-haired girl declared, but if she wanted to boast to the gold-haired prince while hiding what actually happened for the greater effect, she should have closed her mouth a little bit earlier...

"...this time...?"

"...ah...!"

The first prince furrowed his brows and leaned back in realization – causing Miriette to gasp as she realized she messed up.

Horeo was smart and he could easily put two and two together.

"I see now – it was the same thing like you asking him to kiss your feet, wasn't it? So, where did he kiss you now? I will lose half of my respect to you if you will say something like your hand, you know? You cunning fox."

The gold-haired prince breathed out in relief and smiled at the dark-haired girl.

For everyone watching the scene, the whole thing looked the first prince got embarrassed by the confession of love coming from his fiancee and the smile he was giving her was the heartwarming response filled with love and affection...

...even though in truth it was a full-on mockery-filled smirk ridiculing Miriette's blowing out facts way out of proportion just to get mess with him...

"No! Even I wouldn't get that excited over a normal kiss on the hand – I am not that desperate for attention, you know?"

Miriette scoffed, trying to salvage the situation – while Horeo smiled to himself clearly seeing that his distraction was working out perfectly and the dark-haired girl stopped acting suspicious enough for the other people to start coming up with annoying rumors.

"Alright, alright – then – what did he do? Dozed off while brushing your hair and accidentally kissed the top of your head?"

The gold-haired boy shrugged his shoulders and asked putting his elbow on the desk and resting his chin on his hand, raising his brow, and patiently waiting for the actual report of the situation...

"...alright... First of all, it wasn't an accident!"

Miriette pouted and for a second it looked like she wasn't willing to tell him anything, but then he faced him again and started speaking with a prideful expression.

"Are you sure? Zoemi has a really strong work ethic and that paired with his natural denseness of a platinum slab makes it hard to believe that he would be the one to make the first move EVEN IF he somehow was the one to make the first move."

Horeo made a doubtful expression and declared in a calm voice.

"Bur he did! He kissed my forehead!"

Miriette furrowed her brows and declared, moving her hand and showing off her forehead as if there was supposed to be some sort of physical evidence of the supposed kiss – which of course there wasn't.

"It was after he was healed – he came to my room and I panicked and pretended to be asleep – he called me just by my name and when I didn't respond he walked over and kissed my forehead!"

"..."

The girl boasted, making the boy next to her squint his eyes as he tried to see through her words in an attempt to figure out whether she was being serious or just acting...

...but it really felt like she was being honest this time...

"Pffft...!"

"...eh...?!"

Then, instead of getting annoyed by the progress that was achieved in the relationship of the master and the attendant, the gold-haired prince snorted and caused the girl to let out a short gasp of surprise.

"Wh-what's so funny...?!"

Miriette furrowed her brows and asked which prompted Horeo to reach out his hand towards her and...

"Oww!"

Flick her exposed forehead causing her to finally release her fringe and stop showing it off.

"You outwitted yourself once again with that, my love."

The prince declared waving his hand while the grumpy miriette was massaging her forehead.

"He thought that you were sick – wasn't that just a get-well kiss? You know? Like the one parents give their children when they are feeling unwell? That wasn't a step forward – it was a step back – it's proof that he treats you like a child! Ahahaha!"

Horeo cheered in a hushed voice and clapped his hands in amusement.

"N-no he did not! You are just jealous!"

Miriette gasped, leaning forward with a sulky expression, and started slapping Horeo's arm – of course without using her enchantments...

"Noodle arms."

"Shut up!"

The gold-haired prince mocked her while not even trying to act like her hits were effective.

|...I'm... kind of jealous that they can act like that in public... I want to tease Miriette like that too – she looks so cute when she sulks like that...|

Zoemi glanced back at his master and her fiance and thought to himself absentmindedly.

|Not good – I need to focus – before I even think about trying to win Miriette over, I need to assure that she will be safe and happy!|

The dark-haired boy thought to himself as his eyes wandered back to the heroine.

|And even if this world is not a game, I already have the proof that event-like situations can happen – but they will be distorted and not exactly as I remember them... Really, the least dangerous option would be to have Burushi close to always know what was she was up to.|

He added with an internal sigh.

|But for that, she would have to stop avoiding me...|

Zoemi furrowed his brows and leaned back on his chair...

"Kyaaah...! Look at him! Look at him!"

"So handsome...!"

"Hey- hey – you are training with lord Zoemi in the evenings, right? Can I join?"

"Me too! Me too!"

...which prompted just a little bit fewer awestruck gasps from his classmates than the future royal couple being lovey-dovey did receive...

|I need to convince her that I am not a stalker...|

But the black-haired, devilishly handsome attendant was so focused on the blond heroine that he had missed all the commotion that he had caused with his looks.