ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?  Chapter 35




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Translator: Miki

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Chapter 35

The conditions for joining the four major social clubs, including Epsilon, were the same.

It was to obtain the consent of the majority of the seven executives, including the leader.

“Things turned out fun.”

‘Philap used his head a little, unlike usual.’

Isidor fiddled with the cards and listened to the information, which he had already gathered, with an uninterested face.

“First of all, there are many vacancies at Omicron this year. Because many active members went to their lands.”
“Even so. I’ve never heard of a family called Vinoche.”
“It’s the power of the Montez’s. Philap is the only son of the third generation. Now that her hands have healed the precious son of the family, Mia is like a savior of the founding family.”
“Hmm…”
“Also, I heard that she works hard to help the people. It seems some foolish people worship her as the embodiment of a saint. So, Philap must have strongly asserted that Mia’s good deeds would help Omicron’s image.”
“Ohh. He pushed ahead with the female saint image. That’s not a bad strategy.”
“Hm. In any case, that woman named Mia, she is quite unusual. She seems to go here and there to give a healing hand, I guess her divine power is strong enough to handle it?”
“Won’t Mia Vinoche’s divine power be properly revealed soon? Before the Spring Flower Festival, the seminary invites high-ranking priests to measure the purity and magnitude of the students’ divine power.”
“Anyway. The Spring Flower Festival is already here. Time flies so fast.”

The Spring Flower Festival was the second most popular event in the Empire, after Thanksgiving.
Because of that, everyone was contemplating in advance what kind of clothes to wear at the Spring Flower Festival and who to partner with.

“Who should I choose as my partner for the ball…”
“Come on, do you all remember the purpose of today’s meeting?”

Isidor, who had been silent, knocked on the table, reminding them of the purpose of the meeting.

“The game was so fun I almost forgot.”
“We are reunited to talk about the new recruits.”
“By the way, Sir Isidor. Did you hear that Lady Syril is spreading rumors that our club has no plans to accept new members this year?”

At someone’s question, Thierry Orgo, an executive who had been focused only on poker, suddenly snickered.

Thierry Orgo.
He was the third son of the Duke of Orgo, a founding family known for their swordsmanship, and was born a year apart from Diera Orgo, who is called a sword master.

Unlike Diera, who has a straightforward personality, Thierry was thoughtless and frivolous.

“Our gentle leader indirectly told Lady Syril to get lost, saying we weren’t thinking of accepting new members. Do you honestly believe that? You guys.”
“Things have changed. We have a member who suddenly left, so we have no choice but to talk about recruitment. Sir Thierry.”

Isidor refuted Thierry’s words with a smile on his face.

‘Left? It was like he was kicked out…’

Miguel, who was eating a piece of cake from a snack bar in the corner of the living room, stared dumbfounded at Isidor, who had a friendly smile on his face.