I Only Tried to Seduce the Villainess Sister Who Was Supposed to Kill Me - Chapter 20

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20.

Lloyd was a crown prince who kept his promises quite well.

When he grew up, he would surely become a wise ruler.

This wasn’t because he was the male protagonist of the original work, but because his fundamental nature was upright and honest.

He kept my first wish exactly, and as a result, Perioze’s Sister decided to make matching hunting outfits with Lloyd.

Perioze’s Sister called me to the Marquis’ Mansion first to coordinate the dress for my next tea party as a couple.

While choosing the red flower decorations that were the dress code we had discussed earlier, she told me with an excited face that Lloyd had contacted her first, asking her to go to the Hunting Festival together.

Watching Perioze’s Sister’s happy face made me feel good too, and I kept grinning foolishly.

“I’ll make sure you get contacted by the Grand Duke soon too, so wait, Eli.”

When unexpected words came out of Perioze’s Sister’s mouth, my eyes widened.

“Since I’ll be wearing matching hunting outfits with His Highness to the Hunting Festival, I’m thinking of having you, my most beloved friend, wear matching hunting outfits with the Grand Duke.”

Perioze’s Sister said that since Lloyd and Theor were closest friends, it was natural for me to become Theor’s partner.

I didn’t understand why everyone was trying to pair me with Lloyd like that, but if Perioze’s Sister had decided it that way, I decided to just go along with it.

Since it was natural for close groups to move together throughout the Hunting Festival, the friendship between the men who would lead the hunt would be quite important.

There wouldn’t be any nobleman in this Empire who would dare to hover around Lloyd, who was no less than the Crown Prince, without any friendship.

Of course, I didn’t have anyone in mind as my partner either, so I was secretly grateful for Perioze’s Sister’s decision to pair me with Theor.

Whether Theor would readily accept this was uncertain, but for this Hunting Festival at least, I had to become his partner by any means necessary.

“This would suit both of us best.”

Perioze’s Sister, who had been seriously checking whether various flower decorations suited me by holding them up to me, said with a raised corner of her mouth.

The flower was red, resembling a peony, appropriately glamorous and eye-catching without being excessive or too plain.

“As expected, Lady Perioze’s eye is amazing. In Endiweon’s eyes too, this flower suits you both the best.”

Endiweon, the Marquis’ Mansion’s exclusive designer, said with a smiling face while looking at Perioze’s Sister.

Madam Endiweon was also supporting Perioze’s Sister with flattery and praise that was neither excessive nor insufficient, just like the flower Perioze’s Sister had picked up.

I liked how she seemed burning with the will to make a good impression on Perioze’s Sister, yet didn’t resort to fawning that would make one frown.

Should I learn from that aspect too?

“Then, I’ll prepare red-toned dresses decorated with these flowers. For Lady Perioze, an elegant design as always, and for Lady Elinea, a lively and cute design that matches her image.”

“Please make them pretty.”

“Of course, Lady Perioze. Every dress that you wear bears Endiweon’s name, so I will do my best to make them beautiful.”

As soon as Endiweon left with the flower decorations, a servant brought tea and desserts as if they had been waiting.

It was iced latte and salt bread from the cafe that Perioze’s Sister liked, along with chocolate cake I hadn’t tried before.

“I prepared these because you like the coffee and cake from this place.”

Actually, it was because Perioze’s Sister liked them and I pretended to like them too, but certainly the iced latte and cake from this place were delicious enough that other cafes couldn’t dare imitate them.

That’s when it happened.

Suddenly, I felt an unfamiliar presence from the corridor.

I unconsciously turned my head.

Through the slightly open door, I could see two people in white robes from the Imperial Shrine having a secret conversation at the end of the corridor.

Would there be any reason for Imperial Shrine people to come to the Marquis’ Mansion…?

One of them raised their head and looked this way.

I quickly averted my gaze.

‘What…?’

My heart beat rapidly.

The ominous flock of crows I had felt before, and the gaze I had felt from someone in the carriage.

And now these suspicious Imperial Shrine people.

‘Something is happening.’

“Eli?”

At Perioze’s Sister’s call, I looked at her again and tried to show a calm expression.

“Ah, it seemed like someone was passing by in the corridor.”

“Really? It must be the servants.”

Perioze’s Sister picked up her iced latte again as if it was nothing.

“Since it’s the coffee you like, I’ve been drinking it often too, and I quite like it.”

At Perioze’s Sister’s words, I smiled brightly and answered, “Right?”

The scene I had just witnessed kept circling in my head.

I had tea with Perioze’s Sister and talked about the Hunting Festival and dresses, but I couldn’t help feeling heavy with anxiety in one corner of my heart.

Anyway, I was relieved because in the original work, Perioze’s Sister couldn’t drink the coffee she wanted freely due to her image, so I had been thinking it would be good if she could drink what she liked to her heart’s content, even if it meant carrying the image that she was forced to drink it because I kept recommending it.

The image of only drinking espresso was created entirely because of Caroline, so I wanted to help her break free from that frame even more.

When I first encountered Caroline at that cafe, she provoked Perioze’s Sister in front of everyone, making Perioze’s Sister appear as someone who would never drink the iced latte she loved most.

Thinking about it now, Caroline seemed to have deliberately tormented Perioze’s Sister.

Perioze’s Sister might have come to dislike Caroline because she could see that Caroline was openly tormenting her.

While it seemed like she was only being victimized, if you dug into the reality, it might have been Caroline who was very cleverly tormenting Perioze’s Sister bit by bit.

In the original work, there was no satisfying resolution, so the image of an frustratingly kind female protagonist was strong, but thinking about it now, there was definitely something unnatural within that overly kind appearance.

For example, like the sight of Caroline crying pitifully in front of me when I returned home after coordinating dresses for the tea party with Perioze’s Sister at the Marquis’ Mansion and having tea while chatting about various things.

She was certainly crying pitifully and pathetically somewhere, but somewhere in there, I could feel that she was angry.

Ordinary people wouldn’t notice this, so naturally everyone would become followers of the kind Caroline.

Caroline smiled gently at me.

“I was so upset that I came to talk to you, but you weren’t here because you had gone to the Marquis’ Mansion. So I waited.”

I couldn’t understand why she would wait instead of going home if I had gone to the Marquis’ Mansion.

“Is warm tea okay? Beki.”

“I’ll prepare it, Miss.”

I asked Caroline, who was sitting naturally on my house’s reception room sofa as if it were her own home sofa, then called Beki.

Quick-witted Beki answered rapidly and went outside to prepare tea.

Caroline asked me as I sat on the opposite sofa, taking off my gloves.

“What did you go to the Marquis’ Mansion for?”

I briefly thought whether I really needed to report every detail like this, but since Elinea before my possession used to tell Caroline, who had saved her from the nobles, about her every move, I soon changed my mind.

I had already shown too many changed aspects and started to arouse suspicion, so showing even more extreme behavior would only backfire.

She might even have ridiculous thoughts like wondering if Perioze’s Sister was threatening me somehow, making me deliberately treat her coldly.

“Sister’s exclusive designer is going to make me a dress.”

“…Ah, the one where you decided to match dress codes with the Princess and wear it tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“It’s amazing that a dress can be completed in one day.”

“It’s misleading to call it one day. More precisely, it’ll probably be a few hours.”

Since we had just chosen decorations that suited us and taken measurements, the dress to wear tomorrow would be completed in just a few hours.

Caroline’s face hardened slightly at this, but I pretended not to notice her expression change.

“But red? Isn’t the Princess recommending colors that only suit her?”

“Hm?”

“With your black hair and black eyes, colors that contrast with black like white or gold would suit you better than red.”

My face automatically hardened at Caroline’s words.

‘This was definitely an episode from the original work where Perioze’s Sister tried to embarrass me, a commoner-born person who was Caroline’s associate.’

Though not legally mandated, white and gold were tacitly reserved for royalty or meaningful ceremonies like weddings, so people other than royalty, dukes, and princesses usually didn’t wear dresses in those colors to ordinary tea parties.

This was a fact that any noble would know, but the owner of my body, who had been a commoner until recently, didn’t know this and fell for the original Perioze’s Sister’s scheme, becoming a laughingstock.

Because of that episode, Caroline’s behavior of recommending gold and white dresses to me now became eerie.

She must have said this hoping that I would get scolded by Perioze’s Sister.

Thinking that if she recommended those two colors as suiting me well, I would fall for the scheme and change the dress code to white or gold.

Thinking that Caroline seemed to want to create a rift between me and Perioze’s Sister somehow, I asked her.

“Those are colors you can’t wear unless it’s a wedding, right? Are you telling me, who can’t even wear colors that a marquis’ daughter can’t wear, to wear them now?”

At my words, Caroline’s face instantly hardened.

‘What? How stupid does she think I am?’

She seemed surprised that I knew a fact that wasn’t even a secret if you could know it.

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