I Only Tried to Seduce the Villainess Sister Who Was Supposed to Kill Me - Chapter 13

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13.

“Pfft.”

Lloyd, who had been looking at my handkerchief from beside Theor, burst into laughter without realizing it.

Perioze’s Sister glared prettily at Lloyd and said.

“How rude, Your Highness.”

“Ahem, ahem.”

At that, Lloyd cleared his throat softly and pretended not to notice.

“It’s a black panther.”

I emphasized once more to Theor, who was staring intently at the black blob, that it was a black panther pattern.

“The sketch was drawn incredibly handsome. So I thought Eli must have quite a good impression of the Grand Duke. Our Eli doesn’t have much talent for embroidery yet, so the shape didn’t come out pretty, but if you look at Eli’s fingers, you’ll see she worked quite hard, so please don’t criticize it.”

Perioze’s Sister spoke to Theor with the intensity of someone ready to kill if he dared criticize my black blob embroidery in front of her.

Somehow I felt like I had gained a mighty army, and my nose tingled with emotion.

But then.

“It looks sufficiently like a black panther. I’m pleased, Young Lady.”

Theor was looking at me with somehow affectionate eyes.

What…?

“Would you show me your hands? I’m concerned about how badly you were hurt.”

And then he even asked to see my hands.

This from someone who knew perfectly well that something like this could be completely healed with one session of dark magic healing.

Since he asked to see them, I felt I should show him, so I held out both hands in front of him.

Theor’s brow furrowed slightly as he stared at my hands.

“Oh, they’re a mess.”

Since this was the first time I had properly looked at my own hands, the words slipped out without thinking.

And no wonder, considering how many times I’d been pricked by the needle while embroidering that black blob.

It was as if the needle had a mind of its own – I’d clearly aim to stitch in one direction, but it would pop out somewhere else and attack me.

Anyway, I had never tried sewing in my original life and had no intention of doing so, so even if I learned in the future, I doubted I could produce anything that looked proper.

“It would be better if you returned and received separate treatment…”

“Yes, of course! Don’t worry about something like this! Sister, I want to order more cheesecake, would that be okay?”

I deliberately overreacted to Theor’s words and changed the subject.

At my question, Perioze’s Sister said why was I even asking such a thing and told me to do as I pleased.

Ding-a-ling—

I quickly picked up the bell placed on one side of the table and rang it to call a staff member.

As a way to change the subject, I rattled off cheesecake and other types of cakes that Perioze’s Sister liked, asking them to bring them, and Sister’s eyes sparkled strangely as she looked at me.

It seemed there was something among the cakes I ordered that she particularly wanted to eat today.

It would be nice if there was a way to know what Perioze’s Sister wanted to eat each day. I was seriously pondering how I could figure that out when.

“I will treasure this. Thank you.”

Just then, Theor put the handkerchief I had given him in his pocket and smiled contentedly.

At that, I looked at Theor with a bewildered expression.

No, was there really a need to treasure that thing?

Lloyd spoke to Theor with laughter in his voice.

“You’re going to treasure that? It’s messier than Princess Razeri’s first embroidery.”

Princess Razeri was currently nine years old, and she had definitely done her first embroidery when she was six.

There had been a brief episode about the princess who was born as the youngest in the Imperial Palace and monopolized everyone’s affection, where she had clumsily embroidered the sun, which was her father the Emperor’s symbol, and the moon, which was her mother the Empress’s symbol, with her tiny fern-like hands.

What, so my embroidery is messier than what a six-year-old child made?

Of course, it was something I acknowledged myself, so I didn’t particularly feel like getting angry, but I did feel a bit displeased.

“I said that’s rude, Your Highness. If you knew how hard our Eli worked on embroidering for the Grand Duke, you couldn’t say such things.”

Still, I was happy that Perioze’s Sister took my side.

“Working hard is one thing, but the result matters too.”

Though my happy mood quickly faded because of that Crown Prince bastard whose way of speaking rivaled Perioze’s Sister.

“The Grand Duke likes it, so that’s what matters.”

“If you’re going to give someone a gift in the first place, you should have some basic skills…”

“Are you saying our Eli lacks basic skills? Are you insulting my friend in front of me right now?”

The two of them were chattering back and forth about my embroidery, and I couldn’t understand what this feeling was that made me feel worse the more I listened.

Looking at it this way, I definitely thought that Lloyd and Perioze’s Sister’s nastiness was similar, just with slightly different approaches.

“Both of you, please stop concerning yourselves with my handkerchief.”

Then, Theor spoke to them and took a sip of his iced latte.

‘Huh?’

I looked at Theor with somewhat admiring eyes as he claimed my messy handkerchief as his own and even told the Crown Prince and Princess to mind their own business.

How nice it must be to be a Grand Duke, having a title that lets you act brazenly in front of the Crown Prince and Princess without a care.

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