I Put all my Stats into Charm - Chapter 7

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I Put All My Stats Into Charm Episode 007

I couldn’t understand at which point Jerome’s favorability had increased.

Still, it was good news that his favorability went up rather than not going up at all.

While I was thinking that only 1 point increase was a bit too little, the carriage arrived at its destination.

As I got off the carriage with Jerome’s escort, I saw a splendid manor building.

The building was the largest and most sophisticated restaurant in the city.

When we passed through the entrance, I heard a woman’s voice from behind.

“Duke Jerome Winston?”

When I turned around, I saw a young lady wearing an elegant dress.

The young lady with long flowing black hair blinked her large eyes while looking at Jerome.

“What brings Your Grace to the capital…”

The young lady’s gaze shifted to me. A cold chill momentarily passed through her eyes that had been sparkling like an angel’s.

But she returned to her angelic eyes and smiled sweetly.

“Who might the lady beside you be?”

Right. It was about time for her to appear.

I slowly looked over the face that had appeared after a long time.

Vivian Angus.

The villainess who poisoned me to death and the one I had to eliminate in this playthrough.

Vivian tilted her head while looking at me.

“I haven’t seen this face around here before…”

Jerome opened his mouth.

“This is Miss Aisha, disciple of Lord Lowell Chiffrion. And this is Miss Vivian, the young lady of Angus County.”

Vivian’s eyes widened upon hearing the introduction.

“Lowell Chiffrion, isn’t he the chief mage of the Imperial Palace?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“I thought so, Miss Aisha has a different atmosphere from ordinary young ladies.”

Vivian continued with a sweet smile.

“Young ladies usually wear fancy dresses, don’t they? In contrast, Miss Aisha is, how should I put it… like someone overflowing with scholarly passion. You’re truly worthy of being a great mage’s disciple.”

So she’s saying I look like a bookworm in a bad way?

This bitch is trying to put me down like this.

I replied with the kindest smile possible.

“Thank you. These days, there are many people who are only beautiful on the outside but don’t cultivate their inner selves, right? In that sense, you seem like someone I could learn a lot from.”

Vivian, who had been smiling, twitched her lips.

My words about having much to learn from her could be interpreted in two ways.

One meaning was that she was beautiful both inside and out, so there was much to learn, and the other could be taken as her being different inside and out, making her a good negative example.

Depending on how you take it, it could be a compliment or an insult.

Of course, I meant it as an insult.

After a brief silence, Vivian smiled brightly.

“Thank you for the compliment. Come to think of it, I didn’t catch your surname. What is Miss Aisha’s family name?”

The protagonist had no surname. It was natural since she was an orphan, but in aristocratic society, having no surname was tantamount to proving one’s lowly birth.

I couldn’t give Vivian, who was desperate to put me down somehow, such ammunition, so I fell into brief contemplation.

‘I’ll have to make up a surname.’

Then, one surname came to mind.

When I had conquered Prince Calliton, there was a surname he had bestowed upon me.

“Aisha Emmerbier.”

Vivian tilted her head at my answer.

“I’ve never heard the surname Emmerbier before. Where might you be from?”

“I came from far away. Even if I explained, you probably wouldn’t know it.”

“Oh my… so you came up from the countryside.”

Vivian made a pitying expression.

“Then life in the capital must be unfamiliar and fascinating for you. I’ll help you tour the city sometime.”

“I appreciate the thought, but it’s fine. I couldn’t ask you to go through such trouble.”

Right, so I’m a country bumpkin.

Unless you were an idiot, you could tell there was mockery underlying Vivian’s kindness.

But even a country bumpkin had ammunition to strike back.

“And don’t worry about me. I think His Grace will show me around the capital. Right, Your Grace?”

As if hearing something unexpected, one of Jerome’s eyebrows rose crookedly.

Say you’ll show me around, quickly.

I had acted as if Jerome would show me around the city, but it was just something I said out of sheer bravado because I didn’t want to lose to Vivian.

‘He’s not going to say no, is he?’

That would be incredibly embarrassing.

As I waited for Jerome’s answer with an anxious heart, he bowed slightly and answered in a calm voice.

“If Miss Aisha wishes it.”

Phew, thank goodness.

My desperate feelings must have reached the system.

I have Jerome with 32 favorability points who will show me around the capital. You don’t, do you?

I looked at Vivian with a victorious smile.

She was looking at me and Jerome with a surprisingly calm expression.

“…Well, that’s fortunate then.”

But it didn’t take long to realize that Vivian was just pretending to be okay.

Looking closely, the corners of her mouth were trembling slightly.

That’s what you get for picking a fight.

While I clicked my tongue inwardly, Vivian composed her expression and shifted her gaze to Jerome.

“By the way, it seems like the incense is running low. When would be a good time to visit the Duke’s Palace?”

Come to think of it, I remembered that when Jerome suffered from headaches, Vivian regularly brought purification incense used in the temple.

“Without the incense I provide, Your Grace can’t even sleep properly.”

Since she lost to me in words, she seemed to be trying to emphasize her connection with Jerome somehow.

“You don’t need to come for that matter anymore.”

Jerome’s answer was firm. But Vivian didn’t back down either.

“I’m not someone who finds such things troublesome. I can do anything to solve Your Grace’s headaches.”

“What I meant was, since the headaches have been resolved, you don’t need to visit anymore.”

“Pardon?”

Jerome continued his explanation to the bewildered-looking Vivian.

“Miss Aisha found the cause of my headaches. Since the problem has been solved, the incense is no longer needed.”

“That’s…”

Vivian opened her lips with a dazed expression. She seemed genuinely surprised this time.

Soon, moisture appeared around her eyes.

Seeing a pretty woman looking sad makes my heart soften.

From the position of unrequited love, she would have wanted to be connected to him somehow, but I had taken away even that small pretext.

Just as I was about to feel sorry for Vivian, I smacked myself on the back of the head internally.

Get it together, she’s a murderer.

A psychopath who poisoned someone to death out of jealousy.

I changed my mind. No matter how pitiful she seemed, there was no need to feel sympathy for a killer who had murdered someone.

Then, Vivian raised her head. Seeing her face that had quickly become composed, she seemed to have gathered her emotions in that short time.

“Since we met by chance like this, would you like to come to the tea party I’m hosting this week? I really want to invite Miss Aisha.”

Here it comes.

On the surface, it seemed like she was inviting me with pure intentions, but no.

This invitation was nothing short of a scheme to kill me.

“It would be wonderful if Miss Aisha could come and grace the occasion.”

Vivian smiled warmly as she removed a strand of hair from my clothes.

“I’ll send the invitation to the Tower of the Moon. I can expect a positive answer, right?”

I answered with a somewhat reluctant heart.

“I’ll think about it.”

“Well then, you two enjoy your meal.”

Vivian lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and curtsied elegantly.

After she left, Jerome and I were alone again.

“There’s no need to accept Lady Vivian’s invitation.”

“Pardon?”

I turned my head toward Jerome.

At first glance, it was his usual stoic face, but there was gravity in his expression.

He has more delicate sides than he appears to have.

“It’s fine. I was curious about how the ladies of the capital host their tea parties.”

If I refused Vivian’s invitation, I couldn’t predict how she would approach me next.

Dealing with experiences I’d already been through was easier than facing new situations. As long as I didn’t drink the tea served at the tea party, I could avoid the immediate death before me.

Of course, I’d have to settle things definitively this time.

Someone with the mindset to kill people just because she doesn’t like them needed to be taught a proper lesson.

As I was thinking about how to teach her that lesson, Jerome spoke up.

“I made an unnecessary comment.”

“Not at all. I’m happy that you’re looking out for me, Your Grace.”

“…”

Jerome cleared his throat, then spoke in an awkward voice.

“Shall we go inside?”

“Sure.”

I entered the restaurant entrance with Jerome.

Vivian, who had left the restaurant, got into the carriage waiting by the door.

As soon as the door closed, her expression turned cold. There was a stark temperature difference that made it hard to believe this was the same person who had been smiling just moments ago.

“This won’t do. This won’t do at all…”

Vivian clenched Aisha’s hair that she had plucked tightly in her hand.

Then she muttered in a small voice.

“I need something stronger… But how? What should I do…”

At that moment, something came to mind in Vivian’s muddled thoughts.

“…That’s it. I need to find that person.”

A chilling smile spread across Vivian’s previously cold lips.

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