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

As soon as I heard the two of them, my head would turn white. I'm shocked, I miss hearing Raphael's answer. The words that followed, however, could be heard clearly.

"Let's promise. Always talk after the ball. So trust me, I want you to wait."

- Oh. The prince, after all, loved the heroine. I should have known, but my chest is going to rip. You can't change the story, can you?

The other is Sophia's sister-in-law, but she can't move right away. Even the impression of my beloved Sophia gets worse for plundering from her sister-in-law if she tells me to break her engagement halfway through. So I want you to wait until the day of the ball, or the debut of the social world.

That's probably what Raphael's trying to say. You really want to be with Sophia, even soon, with my father's permission. But he still doesn't have enough material to destroy his engagement. He's persuading Sophia to give me some more time to do that.

Again, I should be a villain to the end. If I don't, I'll be annoyed around.

Having shut the door back to normal, I decided not to look back and walk away. Raphael likes white roses, not black roses. It is natural for a villain warrant lady to be lonely. Don't let them get in your way and cry as much as they hurt you.

Back home, I come to a conclusion.

This world moves on to Lanobe Street. I'm sure I can't, like, get off the villain on the way.

Then I'll be a villain's maid until the end. As much as I find out heroes like heroin, don't let them down. If you want the happiness of your loved ones, you should pull back quickly.

If we move on to the outside, Veronica can be happy. This isn't tears... I just got trash in my eyes.

From the next day I decided to prepare for the ball to come. Even so, I'm not going to bully Sophia. There is only one way to bring evil to disengagement.

That's right, kidnapping. Submit Phil Bale's letters and notes in your desk and it will brighten up that I let Sophia grab you. It would be enough evidence to cut the edge with the prince.

Of course, I'm sorry to send you to the Fire Palace jail, but I only want the Water Palace jail. That's why I'm now trying to get my sentence commuted by stacking good deeds while compiling supporting documents.

The neighborhood was organized and greeted, and I went around the bookstore and printing house where I took care of him. Pick up all your books and finally buy some books that are going to help you in your life such as cooking and horticulture that will learn pictures and letters for children that already seem good. In addition to the Duke's book, which I no longer need for this, I plan to donate it.

Modify the carriage with extra money of your own and have the bookshelves made. If you put a book here with handmade loan forms, you can have a mobile library. I was confident in the classification work. I was not immersed in a local library in Dada's previous life.

I've been thinking about it. It's not just a donation, I was wondering if you could lend it so many people could read it.

There are no libraries in this country, and it is common for wealthy people to own libraries. Books have to be bought in bookstores, and those without money can't even touch them. You've never even read a story about a luxury item.

If you donate it as it is to the church, it's over if you share it. But if you decide to lend it, people can read it over and over again. The world of books sometimes makes me forget the hard reality. This task is just fine for me because I can keep busy without thinking about anything extra.

The original mobile library is also nearing completion one day. I hear voices coming from behind me as I was working on putting books in the carriage.

"You're doing something fun again, aren't you?

"Raphael! Why are you here?

"Why not? Can't you even stop by to see your fiancée's face?

"It's almost over, isn't it? You don't have to act."

"Right. There's no need to act."

Just listen to his voice, my chest hurts. I decided to give up, but it was painful to look at my face.

I've had some expectations. Maybe Raphael likes me more than Sophia? and.

Of course that was a mistake. Sophia complains that she wants to be with me, and he wants you to believe me and wait. I saw it clearly in my eyes the other day.

And why would Raphael want to leave me?

"Um... I'm busy"

"It's cold. So, how does this work?

Rafael takes the book and sees the carriage asks me a question. He's smart, and the mobile library seems to care, even if he's not interested in me. I had no choice, so I decided to tell you. There is only one now, but I think we should spread it all over the country sooner or later.

Raphael, who immediately understood my explanation, puts the book back on the shelf.

"I see, do you lend books around a lot? Nica can come up with something funny, right?

"Because it's not my idea, I've seen it before"

"This is also knowledge from a previous life?

"Yes."

As I said, I felt just a little sad. Only he in this world knows that I was reincarnated. He was the only one who could follow my story in a rush.

Sooner or later, I'll have to talk to the Zildo from the beginning. No, I just talked to him, see if he can figure it out. You have to hate me when I'm a weird woman. I knew I'd keep my mouth shut.

"Nica, you're cuter laughing than you think. I'll have the dress delivered soon, but now you'll take it, won't you?

Even if they say she's cute, I honestly can't be happy.

Rather, I just want to blame whoever it is.

But I decided to give up. I say different words.

"What dress?

"It's almost autumn season. Naturally, I ask you to attend as my partner"

Is it that time of year already?

Sophia's social debut is two months away. The same is true of me being Raphael's fiancée. Then the dress is his last gift. Then you have no reason to say no to me.

"Thank you. I'll be delighted."

"Good. Later, I'll send someone to measure. The truth is, I want to check every inch of it, right?

"Become..."

Beautiful face. Oh, my God.

I'll tell Sophia!

Raphael laughed and raised his hand, walking away from me. Neither am I. I'm not gonna hold back. What the hell are you going to do, give a dress to someone you're breaking up with?

It's not as close as a compensation, nor is it as intimate as a deposit. Suppose you asked for my share with Sophia? That would certainly be an excuse for my father to give my sister-in-law a dress without any suspicion.

That evening.

A letter was received from Raphael and a visiting southern church.

'... the donation of well-meaning people has settled. It seems that the Lady Lords and the ladies of the region are taking the lead and are also starting to bazaar and barter. The Church also serves as a forum for discussion, and facilitates the resolution of problems and mediation of work. With the creation of a place of interaction between the people and the nobles, we can now see many smiles. When you come nearby, be sure to speak up. We're all welcome, and angels will be delighted.'

Good. Looks like my wish reached the angel a little too.

If you ask me, I feel like I saw an angel somewhere that day. Where was it...... in a dream?

The letter was spelled (cont 'd) as welcoming. But I don't have much time left, and I only have a few more days left to remain aristocratic. Aside from going out with Raphael, I don't even go to that church.

One day - when I have a child with Zildo, I'm going to tell you about the church and the angel I saw that day.