The Abandoned Villainess Takes Everything This Time - Chapter 31

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31.

 

<Iris Floren. Has she hit a wall of mediocrity?

 

In the works presented at this new product introduction meeting, the sparkling wit and brilliant experimental spirit seem to have disappeared.

 

So what about safety?

 

To this, Miss Iris answered, “It’s fine since it meets the imperial decree.”

 

As long as it meets the imperial decree, does it not matter if it’s just barely passing?

 

Perhaps it’s time to question whether the safety of ability users was truly considered.>

 

That damn Madame Rochette had finally written a string of harsh reviews.

 

The veins on Duke Tillard’s jaw became even more prominent.

 

“Don’t you know who reads what this woman writes?”

 

“Th-this time it sold well too, Grandfather. Sales are nothing to worry about-.”

 

“Do you think sales are everything? Reputation is our everything. And you, Kuern!”

 

The Duke shouted angrily at Kuern, who was trembling.

 

“Y-yes, yes. Grandfather.”

 

“Why are you writing the materials for the court meeting like this!”

 

Once there was one thing to be angry about, there were endless things to find fault with.

 

The young duke had to review Duke Tillard’s court meeting materials first.

 

However.

 

“Thanks to you, that Duke Boliver bastard had a good laugh at me. He said it was interesting enough to give him stomach cramps.”

 

“Ah…”

 

“That simple-minded fool Boliver dared to laugh at this Tillard!”

 

Kuern’s face turned bright red.

 

Iris, standing beside him, had to struggle not to glance sideways.

 

In fact, he had been handling things with Iris’s help until now.

 

‘This time Iris said she was busy, so I couldn’t bring myself to ask…’

 

The scolding showed no signs of stopping.

 

“And what about the Tillard Knights’ log?”

 

“Ramio is currently with Lillian-.”

 

“Even without that guy! You should know how to compile this yourself, shouldn’t you?”

 

“I-I’m sorry, Grandfather.”

 

There was a fact that neither Kuern nor Iris knew.

 

Since Ramio had always left the logs to Lillian, there was no one to hand them over.

 

Duke Tillard pressed his forehead.

 

The most useless granddaughter wasn’t even here.

 

So even without her, everything should run perfectly as before.

 

“What in the world is going on!”

 

Duke Elrik Tillard cried out in frustration.

 

His beloved grandchildren couldn’t even make a peep.

 

Iris bit her lower lip.

 

‘Ramio. Where on earth are you? When are you planning to come back!’

 

Ramio was on his way back.

 

He was just rolling as he came.

 

* * *

 

Ramio was being stored in the ‘curtain magic artifact’ he had written himself.

 

Trapped in a black space on all sides, he didn’t even know where he was.

 

Ever since he got ‘interrogated’ by the 1st Prince.

 

Even though he had answered all the questions he was asked…

 

‘Lillian hates the underground.’

 

Right. Lillian hated dark places.

 

‘Why?’

 

Because when she acted stupid, they locked her underground for days.

 

‘Why?’

 

Did the 1st Prince die leaving ‘Why?’ as his last words in a previous life or something?

 

He showed that thought on his face and got ‘interrogated’ again.

 

‘What happened there?’

 

Lillian acted stupid so they cut her hair.

 

The reason her side hair was still shorter than her back hair was because of that…

 

‘I wasn’t the one who did it.’

 

Iris did that.

 

She said she hated the pink hair because it was disgusting.

 

She didn’t like her cousin sister standing out in any way.

 

But the 1st Prince smiled with one eye squinted.

 

‘Should I know that you weren’t the one who did it?’

 

Damn it, then why did you ask.

 

He got ‘interrogated’ again for showing that expression.

 

After that, the 1st Prince and his Shadow gang caught Ramio like catching a mouse.

 

As if he were entertainment for their boring journey.

 

Ramio cried out to Elias who came to monitor him.

 

“Call Lillian!”

 

“No.”

 

He was dismissed.

 

And he rolled.

 

Next, Jeanne and other Shadows came and asked.

 

“Did you know Count Pavil deceived Miss?”

 

“Is it true that he was fooling around with your sister?”

 

He didn’t have the strength to ask why Lillian was ‘Miss.’

 

Ramio answered obediently.

 

“Y-yes, I knew…”

 

“Roll.”

 

He rolled again as told. It was more painful than the Imperial Guard training.

 

Ramio, who had gained deep enlightenment, lay face down and pleaded.

 

“Li-Lillian sister. Please call her…”

 

“…No.”

 

“Lillian sister… Please…”

 

“…Miss is currently eating, so no.”

 

At that moment, Ramio forgot all the deep enlightenment he had barely gained.

 

He wailed.

 

“Lilliaaan…!”

 

Why was food going into Lillian’s mouth more important than his suffering!

 

“…We’ll have to start this over from the beginning.”

 

Elias made an objective assessment.

 

Like a stone rolling down a slope, Ramio continued to roll.

 

The clouds had no end.

 

* * *

 

During a rest on the way back to the capital.

 

Lillian looked at the cargo wagon at the rear of the procession and tilted her head.

 

“What is Sir Elias doing in that cargo wagon?”

 

It was Jeanne who answered this.

 

Spending so much time together, she had naturally become closest to Jeanne among the Shadows.

 

Straightforward and caring.

 

She also answered well when asked about other things.

 

However, she sometimes gave odd responses.

 

“Sir Elias is in charge of conducting mental education.”

 

“…?”

 

In the carriage? How?

 

But Lillian didn’t probe deeply.

 

If an ability user does it, then they do it.

 

Many things could be explained by that alone.

 

“But Miss, what you’re holding in your arms…?”

 

“It’s a prototype made at the temple.”

 

She hadn’t spent time only fixing the princess’s artifact.

 

That was easily fixed, and there must have been plenty of equipment and materials anyway.

 

Lillian set down the box and took out a silver bangle bracelet.

 

It was a practical yet elegant bracelet with a single twist decoration in the middle.

 

It would be good for knights to wear too.

 

“Would Sir Jeanne like to test it first?”

 

“Yes, Miss.”

 

“After putting this on, try firing your ability multiple times at that target hanging on the tree.”

 

She had already thoughtfully hung up a target.

 

“When you say multiple times—”

 

“About 50 times?”

 

“…I’ll give it a try.”

 

Ability users have superior physical capabilities.

 

Still, firing abilities 50 times or more without rest would naturally be tiring.

 

Though it was uncertain if it would be possible, Jeanne immediately put on the thin silver bracelet.

 

Before long, curious Shadows were peering around nearby.

 

Jeanne concentrated and extended her hand toward the target.

 

Ability users of the Baltazar Clan borrow the power of the earth.

 

Vibrations arose from the ground she stood on, and sharp awls made of gravel and dirt shot up.

 

Receiving expectations from those around her—hit, hit, and hit again.

 

Those watching held their breath in admiration.

 

“Wow…!”

 

Eventually, the target became miserably tattered.

 

However, since she only hit the dead center, there were no stray marks anywhere around it.

 

While everyone was admiring the target, Lillian asked the dazed Jeanne.

 

“How is it?”

 

“Both the concentration and— when channeling my ability, it doesn’t dull at all!”

 

“That’s the effect of this bracelet. It reduces fatigue when using abilities.”

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