I Reincarnated as a Noble Girl Villainess But Why Did It Turn Out This Way? (WN)

Even though the lecture ended correctly - today it was just a plan for the annual lecture and an overview of the lecture content - I broke up with Zephyr and Sieg and headed to meet Emilia.

The area lined with specialized auditoriums used since the second school year is called the Left Wing Building, located opposite the Right Wing Building, which was mainly used in the first school year, across the Great Dining Room and Library Room, the Central Grand Lecture Room and the Great Hall.

It is basically similar to a right-wing building because it is designed for the left and right appearance. But I was rather confused because of a slight placement difference, and it took me a little while to get to Emilia's waiting lounge, choosing the way around.

The lounge facing the hallway was supposed to be populated but not used much, but when I arrived there were several other female students besides Emilia.

Unexpectedly stop and hide in the shadow of the wall.... because the ladies seemed to stand around Emilia sitting on the couch.

Students passing through the hallway, watching it from a distance, pass by.

"Hey, what's going on?

"Shh, be quiet"

Tell the confused Latka and Leka to close their mouths with terminal instructions and gestures and ask them how they are doing from the wall.

Those warrants seem to belong to a different class than I do, and I don't recognize them. But then, surrounding Emilia, who belongs to the same class as me, is not likely to have an optimistic idea of having a good chat, etc.

As far as Aslan and Teela standing with a worrying look that seems to be going back to the corner of the lounge, that impression doesn't seem to be wrong.

So far, it didn't seem like a big deal.

Talking about new students with concern, until then, the conversation is so quiet and seemingly serene that it doesn't reach the hallway.

But my arrow cod with good performance hell ears picked up some of that conversation.

"............ so say the mistake is................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Um... dancing with you... because of that position... for you..."

"That's right. You……… the Grand Duchess of an enemy country………………………………………………………………………"

"I'm sure it's annoying..."

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... this, if.

"Just because Prince Wang served as a dance partner, don't get me wrong! '... conversation, or is it nailing?

I don't think so, but...

I mean, this status quo, there's a Villain Lady event happening to Emilia, the heroine...?

But the villain warrant lady...

─ ─ Eliza Cardia, it should be me.

Take advantage of Emilia and enter or join the princes. Both parents and children grasp power in the Wang capital, devouring their rampant profits and doing all they can to abuse them... that's what "Villain Lady" is supposed to be in that maiden game.

─ No. This world is not a game. People's societies are not scenarios, but are driven by people's thoughts, beliefs, and emotions.

Emilia is a former Grand Duchess of an enemy country. Naturally, in the current situation, which leaves him quite free beside Prince Wang, it was more than expected that there would be a repugnant nobleman.

Reason denies impulsively floating thoughts.

Even though I've known for years now, I think about the game scenario when something happens, whether it's because this is the time that I set the stage for that game, or because of Emilia, who was to be placed close to me.

You just have to remember what happened on the game scenario and use it. For this reason, it would be good to check the differences between reality and scenarios from time to time.

But besides, we should stop swinging now.

Because I know that my choices so far have been a major factor in my dissociation from the scenario.

"Dear Eliza, what are you going to do? Don't you have to help me?

I got lost for a moment whispering and Leka urged me.

Sure, it's easy to break into that place now and scatter the ladies...

After getting lost, she avoids the sight of the ladies and gently moves forward so that only Emilia can notice.

He stood straight at the wall of the hallway and determined the static view of the situation.

These are educated housewives like the one who surrounded her without understanding the words of Prince Wang last night or Emilia's position as Grand Duchess Lindar, who came to Arxia publicly.

There's no need for me to give Emilia a hand to the extent that she's surrounded by other people who are so embarrassed to talk to her.

Ning Lo, this is going to be available to make Emilia look like she's treating herself externally.

I don't dare to push him away, but I don't want to spoil him any more than I need to.

Let's see what you can do.

Emilia immediately noticed this way. The gaze that was directed at the warlord I was talking to turned to me and I panicked to hide it with a fan.

She is not so oblivious to people's skilfulness and thoughts. Ratka said, among other things, that it is easy to remember people's malice, and therefore cowardice and nervousness -. Maybe the kind that looks like you, too.

So far Emilia is just so confused about me that I honestly thought...

Emilia's gaze, deluded by a fan, stares at me only for a few moments.

... Oh, I remember you in these eyes.

An eye that tries to see through the other person's thoughts.

I just narrow my eyes slightly and give it back.

Let's get this over with.

As a result, Latka's analysis seems to have been more correct than mine.

Apparently my thoughts got somewhat through, and Emilia was also upset.

Light rosy eyes wander busily. Since it has been successfully repaired on the surface, is this an extension?

But Emilia doesn't have a liver sitting around.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to dance a second song in a large hall with a crowd of gaze in a dance with a prince.

She lays down her eyelids furiously, as she gave up or swallowed something.

And - - I just slowly, gracefully lifted my left hand.

Turn to me, as I offer.

I almost laughed unexpectedly.

The meaning of the manipulation is' do escort '.

It was what I taught.

If a warrant lady around here does it, she gets the impression of being high and chronic. That is only allowed by women in their most noble capacity in formal social settings.

Of course, Emilia is undoubtedly the most noble person on this occasion.

I didn't expect it to be this far, but if it was a return of interest to me that I tried to measure, it was too petty a hand.

The ladies gave a strange look to Emilia's hand halfway up, and to the one whose hand was pointed at her...... that is to say to me, making her face slightly stronger.

I dared not look at them, but proceeded as Her Royal Highness the Grand Duchess Lindar had said, and took that hand with apology.

"Become..."

Made a fool of me, you thought, Emilia's nearest warrant would be cuckold and fierce.

A warring lip opens for emotional cursing, just before that.

"Good day, gentlemen"

That's what Emilia once said in a calm voice, and the movement stops as if frightened.

─ Oh, speaking of which, Emilia (Heroin) could certainly have been such a daughter.

A girl who is somewhat of a cowardly quality, tends to be nervous, pulls in, doesn't have the self-awareness to match her status as a grand duchess, and doesn't have much confidence.

But I can brace my stomach when I need to. And when it does, it's perfectly thoughtful.

He was such a heroine.

─ ─ Similar to me, I can't believe. It's a big mistake, Ratka.

I don't have a secret sense of integrity, like her.

Because it's just... preservation, guilt, and cruelty and ruthlessness.