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

"More than that, Nica. Because of this, I want you to put it on and show it to me."

"What, this?

Let's leave the bad guys nagging for now.

Don't let the person who comes in to help you find out at this stage.

Still, if you say Raphael, you're worried? Even though I don't have to check, I'm not going to break it anymore.

I tried the pendant through my neck, as I was told. I feel like the magic formations painted on stone as soon as possible glowed red.

'Cause I kept the leather strings adjustable.'

When Raphael got up off the couch, he turned behind me. Apparently, you can fix the length of the string. I bind my hair together, turn forward and grip with one hand. I also felt his fingers tickle touching my neck, but I have to endure it here.

"This will do."

The last time Raphael put his hand on my shoulder, he dropped a sassy kiss on his neck muscle.

"Huh? What now..."

He turns in a hurry, concealing with his hands where his lips touched him. Then he looked at me with an interesting light in his purple eyes.

"What... I'm gonna show you a white noodle, so I thought you'd go ahead."

"Ha!?

What the hell, it is! I thought my hair was in the way, and I didn't just do something about it.

A heroine prince has trouble cheating. Still, as soon as possible, we have to do something about it. I renewed my commitment to evil.

After Raphael returns, we go to Sophia's room as soon as possible. To give you the magic stone pendant. It's a gift from my sister-in-law's favorite Elle, so surprisingly not if I thought she'd be thrilled. Sophia, who looked out in front of her, quickly lost interest.

"Veronica's getting better things anyway, right? It seems cheap, and I don't need anything to break it."

Is that it? Maybe my explanation wasn't good.

"No, I got the exact same thing. Looks like you gave me my share too. And magic stones are more precious than jewels, and they're hard to come by? He said it was a amulet, so it might work just to have it."

"Yes. Then I'll put it on when I feel like it. So, that's all we're talking about?

Yeah... that's crazy, huh?

I know Sophia hates me, but that attitude toward the prince seems different. I'm impressed and weep, and although I won't even say it, I think there could be a happier reaction like this. Sophia, you were so perfect for El...

"Yeah, well."

"Yes. Then get out because you want to study"

Study? I can't believe the word 'study' comes out of Sophia's mouth!

No, not if you're impressed. Apparently, the more I think academics I hate are better, the more they get along with each other. All the more so, we have to hurry!

Then three days later.

I went to the city, and then I thought I'd take a look at the kidnapping. On the way home from visiting several familiar bookstores, look for affordable places without people.

By the way, my outfit when I go out to the palace is discreet plain objects. He wears the same elegant clothes as the merchant's daughter. The same goes for Sarah, the samurai I'm going with, but I can't go to a dangerous area because they're women to women. To this end, the range of visions that can be kidnapped is limited, and every place is eye-catching and lacks a determinant such as this.

"You're in trouble. What am I gonna do?

"Ma'am, what's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

You can't reveal to a samurai who doesn't know anything that she's trying to grab her sister-in-law. I don't want to involve her kindly, and Miss Villain Warrant doesn't rely on anyone close to her.

When I was on my way, a man of good stature accidentally called me out.

"Excuse me, though. Could you be Veronica of the Roses?

Guess who? I'm not supposed to know any men in the city.

When I looked up wondering, I saw a person in sight. A young man with soft looking brown hair and blue eyes and a cute face...... well. This one was then, Mr. Tart!

He was kind enough to tell me there was a delicious tart at the ball the other day. If Jildo is reluctant and Raphael is orthodox, is he something like an idol-looking guy?

"Oh, it's an odd thing."

It's horrible to see you in a place like this by chance. Or is it also a delicious store near here?

"Oh, did I still? You're late to say hello, beautiful man. My name is Phil Bale. I just turned twenty-one. Count Barbier hits my uncle…"

"Thank you very much. You seem to know me, and you don't need an introduction, do you?

Say, I'm a little surprised.

You look a lot younger, but you were five years older, right? He seems to be the Count's nephew, but it doesn't matter who he is to me. I knew it was you, Tart, because you don't need to remember the name.

That tart you. They've been to the city many times, and they've told me to show them around, if that's okay. Then maybe you're familiar with the spots and villains that could be kidnapped?

"Ahead, there is a delicious shop in Kgrov. How would you like to join us?

I should have said no.

But wait? He was stuck with Raphael, and he knows I'm engaged. So you don't see me as a woman. Besides, I just look like a town girl, too. Even in the unlikely event that other nobles witness where we are together, we deceive ourselves with the aerial likeness of others. Even when they say "mundane," I'm going to pretend I don't know.

In the first place, don't freak out as much as a villain warrant lady who's about to do evil has been invited by a man. I also really asked if there was a (...) and (...) that would take on the evil.

"Thank you. Happy to."

Take Sarah with an amazing look and head to the store recommended by Mr. Tart. He takes my arm for one without accompanying me, naturally. I don't get used to it, I just get touched. I'm patient enough to put my hands on it lightly. Don't look disgusted.

It was a pleasant cafe, one step from the front street. Me and the maid drum their tongues on delicious tea and baked sweets. Come to think of it, he's such a good guy to notice me and give me a voice. When it comes to whether the good guy knows the villain, I doubt it.

In the wake of the interruption of the weather conversation, I decided to ask instead.

"You know a lot, I envy you. Could it be... secrets, or something?

"Secrets? What kind of things are they?"

I'm in trouble. Sarah's listening too, so I can't say 'bad guys' clearly. Most importantly, when he looks surprised, I have to be able to make an excuse for being wrong.