I Only Tried to Seduce the Villainess Sister Who Was Supposed to Kill Me - Chapter 15

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15.

[If I offended you, I apologize. I was just…]

Theor was flustered by my words.

“No, no. I have absolutely no reason to be offended. Why would I be? I’m not upset at all.”

[…Is that so? Then I’m relieved.]

“Rather than that, what you said about being pleased is a bit confusing.”

[Please don’t misunderstand, I have no impure intentions.]

“There are rumors that you’re my prince, and you’re saying you’re pleased rather than upset about that?”

[What is there to be upset about?]

“Well…”

[I’m very interested in your abilities. So I’d like to build a closer relationship. Therefore, rumors that you and I are quite close would actually benefit me.]

Theor said that now that such rumors had spread, it wouldn’t be strange for him and me to meet frequently, and meeting often would surely allow him to learn much about my dark magic, making this a very advantageous situation for him.

When I heard it that way, it made sense.

I nodded and agreed with his words.

“Well, I’m in favor of meeting occasionally to tell you about my abilities that I’ve named dark magic. Actually, I’m also curious about how similar the darkness attribute is to my dark magic.”

When I suggested that we really should meet occasionally to make the newspaper article a fait accompli and learn about each other’s abilities, Theor readily agreed.

He seemed extremely interested in my dark magic.

He didn’t point out at all the part about making the newspaper article a fait accompli.

‘Hmm.’

Judging by Perioze’s Sister’s attitude toward Theor, he wouldn’t be able to serve as her backup option, so I should take this opportunity to link him with me so other women won’t set their sights on him.

I continued thinking that later, when Caroline starts clinging to Lloyd, I should plant good impressions of Caroline in Theor’s mind whenever we meet, so I can pair Theor with Caroline.

Since he couldn’t seem to be another option for Perioze’s Sister, it was a brilliant plan to use Theor as a shield against other women so that my sister’s options wouldn’t be swayed by other women.

Right now, before I’ve even had my debut, no countess would dare approach Theor, who had been featured in an article with me.

The social circles of this world were quite frightening places where rumors could devour people.

[Well, my business is finished, so I’ll be going now…]

Just then, Theor suddenly tried to end the communication, so I instinctively called out to him.

“Theor! …I mean, sir, no, Your Grace.”

And by his name, no less.

I had been calling him by name in my head so much that my mind and mouth seemed to move separately.

Theor’s eyes widened briefly at my outcry and urgency, then he looked at me with a somehow gentle expression.

[Please call me by my name, my lady. And grant me the honor of calling you by yours as well.]

Well, he could call my name all he wanted, but calling it an honor…

Besides, he was already calling me by my name anyway.

“C-call me that. And what I just said was a mistake…”

[Call me by my name, Elinea.]

Since I had already called him by name, I couldn’t very well say it felt awkward to use his name, and since it was my own doing, I just nodded in agreement.

“W-well, I actually have a favor to ask, so I asked Perioze’s Sister for Your Gra— I mean, Theor’s contact information.”

[It would be better to drop the honorifics. Since I’m publicly Elinea Cinderella’s prince.]

It felt somewhat cringeworthy, but when he said such embarrassing words with that face, it only looked cool, so I didn’t feel particularly resistant to it.

“Anyway, yes, Theor.”

[What’s the favor? I’ll grant anything I can, so tell me.]

Nodding at Theor’s words, I asked him.

“Could you try smiling?”

My question must have been completely unexpected, as confusion briefly crossed Theor’s face.

[…Pardon?]

“I said smile, like this.”

When I pointed to the corners of my mouth with two fingers and grinned, Theor’s gaze changed subtly.

“It’s because of the rumor that no one has ever seen Theor smile, so try smiling once.”

[Smiling isn’t something you can just do at will…]

“You just lift the corners of your mouth like I’m doing, see? Is it difficult?”

At my words, Theor moved his lips with a troubled expression.

He seemed to be the type who found even smiling in this way difficult.

Well, there must be good reasons for such rumors to exist.

I let out a short sigh and said to Theor.

“This won’t work. I’ll make you laugh every time we meet.”

[Pardon…?]

“When should we meet? I have quite a few tea parties to attend for a while, so that’s difficult… How about this weekend?”

[I’m free anytime.]

“Good, then let’s meet this weekend. Let’s contact each other the day before to decide on the location.”

[Yes, let’s do that.]

I made an appointment to see Theor’s smile and ended the communication.

The important thing right now was strengthening Perioze’s Sister’s position at the tea party starting this afternoon.

Either way, today’s newspaper article would surely be helpful.

All the countesses’ attention would be focused on me and Perioze’s Sister.

I resolved to use this opportunity as a stepping stone to deliberately appeal Perioze’s Sister’s kind qualities to the countesses.

“Beki! Make me look like a really sincere person!”

Getting up, I called out for Beki.

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I had definitely asked Beki to dress me like a sincere person whose words could be completely trusted.

“Oh my, Lady Brensia is so cute.”

“I thought a little chick was walking over, you know?”

“Yellow suits you very well, my lady.”

“It would be so delightful to have a younger sister like you, my lady.”

But every countess who saw me was treating me like a chick, each making their own comments.

Honestly, I’m not unaware of why they’re acting this way.

I’m dressed in matching bright yellow from head to toe, so it’s understandable.

Beki said that with my black hair and black eyes, wearing bright, cheerful yellow would make me look sincere.

She also added that young ladies would find a light, bright, and bouncy feeling more genuine than mature and stuffy dress styles.

I thought that was nonsense, but Beki had lived longer than me and had more experience in the kind of social life that required reading others, so I trusted and left it to her.

But.

“Eli, you look exactly like a country chick who came to the capital with a yellow flower on her head.”

Even Perioze’s Sister said that about me, so I think I made a big mistake entrusting this to Beki.

I looked down at my already ruined dress and shoes and let out a long sigh.

“You’re cute, Eli.”

But the word “cute” from my favorite sister’s mouth was somewhat comforting, so I decided to go with a cute image rather than a sincere one today.

“If I had known this would happen, I would have made my dress code yellow flowers too.”

Perioze’s Sister spoke with slight regret, so I looked at her with sparkling eyes and said.

“Then shall we wear dresses decorated with red flowers tomorrow?”

I just thought of this because of what Perioze’s Sister said, but I thought it would be much better in many ways to go to tea parties with matching dress codes.

After all, since I was attending tea parties to spread false good stories about Perioze’s Sister, wearing couple dresses would be more memorable.

Of course, my desire to dress similarly to my sister was the biggest reason, but anyway, there would be no downsides and only good points, so I wanted to match dress codes at this opportunity.

“Good. Then let’s go to the Marquis’ Mansion on our way back. While we’re at it, wouldn’t it be good to match dress styles too?”

“Gasp! Really?”

“You know my personal designer is skilled, and she works very fast, so she can easily make two dresses in a day. So let’s leave tomorrow’s tea party dress to my designer…”

“My goodness! You’re lending me your personal designer?! Not for a festival or anniversary, but just to tailor a dress for a tea party?!”

When I deliberately shouted loudly, Perioze’s Sister looked at me with a “what’s wrong with her” expression, while the other countesses watched us with curious eyes.

I grabbed Perioze’s Sister’s hands and shouted, not wanting to miss this opportunity.

“Sister, you’re like an angel! To lend me the Marquis’ designer for someone insignificant like me!”

My loud voice echoed through the outdoor tea party venue.

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