The Villainess, Cecilia Silvy, Doesn’t Want to Die, so She Decided to Crossdress

There is a "prince" at the Wruegel Academy.

Glossy honey blonde reminiscent of melted candy.

Brilliant blue eyes reminiscent of the shining sea.

The neutral appearance that everyone looks back on is a myth these days.

The sophisticated standing figure, as if with a stick in the back, is also regarded as a lily and a white rose.

When he whispered love in his ear, it was rumored that men, young and old, would fall down on the ground and swear everlasting love to the prince, because of his seductive charm.

In front of such [Prince], there were now two [Princesses].

― ― "Princess" (?) was there.

One had deep red hair and sharp knife-like eyes. He is tall and shoulder-width wide for women. The face is well made, but the outline from the jaw to the face is no matter from where you look. It was hard to say that I was a woman, whether I looked at it thinly or from a distance.

The other person standing next to him was not as tall as the princess next to him, but obviously he was male. However, the face peeking from the glossy black hair is just mistaken for the woman next door. However, the gaze emanating from his obsidian-like eyes was sharp enough to shoot the opponent.

In the empty classroom where there is no one, the figure of the two is clearly floating, creating an unexpected presence.

The name of the princess is Oscar Abel Prosperé and Gilbert Sylvie.

And then--

"Hmph, both of you are amazing!" It's unexpected that the dress doesn't fit this far!! "

Leanne Lazarus laughs with tears in her eyes.

The two girls are the students who caused them to dress up as women.

Next to her, [Prince] raised his voice in a hurry.

"Hey, hey, if you laugh too much, let's go first!" They're both angry! "

"You're mad, this is..."

”I feel desperate...”

[Prince] puts his hand on his shoulder after being a little daunted to those who say so in a dark tone in a dress. Then, suddenly, he had a serious face, and he said this in a strong tone that inspired them.

"It's okay, we're both looking good!" It's cute and beautiful! "

"No, you know what..."

"It's not like that..."

"Be confident! I think I'm prettier than the usual two!"

It's nicer when you're dressed.

In that sense, the [Prince] said so, but the two voices of the [Princess] overlapped brilliantly with his slightly uneven encouragement.

I'm not happy!

I'm not happy!

Ugh!

I think that's a terrible way to say goodbye, even for me.

"Even Lean!?"

On her betrayal, which was supposed to be her ally, [Prince] twisted his cheeks.

The name of the "Prince" is Cecil Admina.

She, a beautiful man in masculine dress, was about to raise her voice with joy again today.