Go to jail! 〜 The villainous daughter wants to be loved in the extra edition

Embezzlement what others have written.

Yes, 'copyright infringement' was also a bad enough thing. It's called pacli, which imitates or uses objects that people struggle to create. When music, lyrics, texts, etc. are taken over without permission, the creator is damaged, and feels rather disgusted. There was no law in this world that says copyright laws were violated. That's not why you can't sue me.

But let's think calmly. If I, the reincarnator, imitate the story of the world before, no one will know. Besides, isn't it definitely a big hit?

In case you think about it, I decide to try to change the title. Because if anyone was reborn just like me, they'd notice you look just like me. Villain Lady, you can't waste your time in every trial while you do something bad. Let's just stand three bottles: "Princess Fishman" and "Princess Middle Finger", and then "Princess Black Snow".

Write a story, remembering the original. The illustration... should not be worn. When I draw, it's not even horror. Looks like writing a sentence was more suited to sex than painting, and more and more brushes go on.

But Raphael came to visit me because he had been in a cage in his room for days and was unhappy with me not showing his face. Deacon passed me to my room on a facepath, so if you notice, he's behind me.

"Now what are you doing?

"Whew!"

Suddenly I was called out, so I was surprised and dropped my pen. I got ink stains on the paper, but luckily (?) It was just a scene where I ate a poisonous apple, so do I deceive you well?

"Raphael! Suddenly what? This is the... Wait! Don't read it to yourself."

I want you to stop reading things that people have written so hard at an unusual rate. Besides, even if they look so complicated after reading it...

"Wow. I didn't know Nica had the talent to tell a story."

No, you don't, do you?

'Cause it's all every imitation of a previous life.

Is it acceptable even in this world?

I decided to ask for my thoughts for once.

"How'd it go?

"It was pretty funny. This could be a reputation for the King's Capital."

Oh, unexpectedly high praise.

Isn't that what you can do?

"You think so, too?

"Oh. But only one thing, too bad"

"Is there a problem?

No way, besides me, there's a reincarnator who sold it first. Bye...

"Oh. You don't have a tight title. You should change it all."

That's right, you know exactly what I mean.

After fixing the title back to normal, I was able to get to book it safely with Raphael's introduction. I didn't find out I wrote anything other than him because I used a pen name with hidden qualities. If they sue me, let's just say I don't know.

I was able to get them to put it in the Wang Capital bookstore, so I'm looking forward to it. All the rest, minus the necessary expenses from the sales, are going to be used for future evils.

What kind of expenses do you need? I borrowed the bookmaking money from Rafael, so I think I'll pay it back properly. "It's my personal asset, and I don't need the money because it's a publishing celebration," he says. But that's not good.

I'm talking about which world has a prince who gives money to a villain warrant lady, and I don't like to let go of it. It's refreshing that you don't owe me, and I can go to jail without rotting. For what you've already helped, let's forget it conveniently.

Therefore, the funds for evil depended on the sale of the book.

The immediate issue is the impending debut of the social community. Soon to be sixteen, I must join the social community as the daughter of a house with a title. On the day of the debut, with the other ladies, we will see and greet His Majesty the King and the Queen. Afterwards, you will attend a ballroom in the Great Hall of Tenmiya.

I'm already engaged, albeit only in form, although the ball has some implications for looking for a future mate. So I thought I could pass, and it doesn't seem to work either.

It is troublesome that our partner is the first prince of this country. I hear me and Raphael have to dance first in the center of the venue to make the engagement known. They'll be destroyed in two years, so it's useless anyway. I just wonder if the way you're dancing attracts a lot of attention, and now I'm disgusted.

I'm still a bad dancer because I was planted with bad consciousness when I was a little girl. I envy Sophia, who can dance lightly, and I'd like her to take my place if possible. Of course, Sophia's debut is not yet, and that day is also when I will be taken to prison. Lanobe shouldn't have had a dance scene or anything, but that doesn't seem to be the case in real life either.

One day I cut a month until my fall debut.

Raphael noticed my big sigh as he was thinking, then he said to train him for the duration of his debut.

"But I might step on your feet."

"That's why I think you should practice. Even in real life, you don't dance with anyone but me."

"Oh, really? When I first danced, I thought it was a substitute for my partner."

"You think I'll forgive you? He's engaged, and he takes a big look around."

Really? From what I've heard, it shouldn't have been forever with the same person. Besides, there are plenty of ladies who want to dance with princes no matter how engaged they are, so I would buy a grudge from them if I had a monopoly. But... well, that's what you mean.

"So if I dance with you once, I'm sorry?

Then I think I can handle it. Just one song, 'cause you just have to practice. Raphael neither affirmed nor denied, but only said, "Let's work hard tomorrow".

The next day, Rafael, who came to visit our house, set an example for Sophia, who said she really wanted to dance. Of course I'm not supposed to disagree. On the contrary, I'm impressed with how the two breath perfectly looks. Sophia wants to keep dancing, but he's embarrassed.

"I'm here today to practice Nika. I'm sorry."

"Yep! I'm better at it, but no."

"Right. So you don't need to practice anymore, do you?

"Already, El's mean ~"

Sophia, who swelled her cheeks adorably, leaves the room angrily. And Raphael, who was left behind, beckoned on his shoulder as if he had trouble looking at me.

He's sweet. The truth is, you want to be with Sophia, but you're trying to be my opponent with patience. Though this may be fine because I am able to interrupt my friendship with heroine as a villain's warrant lady.

Raphael was a strong teacher. Even if I take the wrong steps for beginners, they carefully instruct me without looking annoying.

"Nica, that's how it goes. Don't be shy to stick around a bit more. That's easier for me to support."

"This feels too stuck..."

"It's my fault. Look, you need to pull out your shoulder."

He puts his hand on his shoulder and is gently stroked. I know what he's talking about, but I don't actually know what to do. Touching him very naturally, while I'm a gutsy bee. It's scary to approach a heroine opponent, and you don't have the experience of sticking with a heterosexual of the same age in the first place.

Me, who turned sixteen over the age of my previous life. I didn't even have a boyfriend, not a boyfriend, in middle school. Physical education is gender-specific, and the club doesn't have any money, so they can't go in and go home. There can be no such thing as meeting a library, and young men only watch it on TV or illustration.

So no matter how well I know Raphael, when it comes to getting decent close to me, I get butted in. If you unexpectedly become aware of a hard chest, a throat buddha, or a big hand that completely wraps my hand around it, that's all you can do anymore. It suddenly seems like someone I don't know, and I'm kind of thrilled. Of course, I'm just nervous, not love moments.

But I want you to think about it. That little, cute Elle had become a big man at some point. Without keeping up with his changes, I'm confused.

What I didn't know in Lanobe.

I couldn't help but feel this tension and distance.