Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 84

C84

"Why are my ears itching so much?"

As I touched my ear and frowned, the nearby guys shivered.

"What the hell did I do...?"

The rumors about Louis Gazelle becoming impotent have nothing to do with me.

I glanced at the blackboard feeling ridiculous.

The lecture ended with the political science professor announcing that there would be a debate class this semester, so I got up from my seat and looked at the pocket watch.

Today was that day.

The day specified in the tea invitation.

After a while, there was a small tea gathering at the <Epsilon> sorority house.

"Finally, I'm going to have a tea party with the ladies."

What's so great about it that it makes me so nervous...?

It seemed fun to sit among the ladies and chat.

Because I like listening more than talking.

"Can I hear about the stories of the ordinary everyday lives of the aristocratic ladies of the Empire?"

It's not like a thesis on the comparative evaluation and applicability of the recently published mana purity measurement method by the Mana Research Institute.

It's not that I hate researching with the Fifth Princess, but I'm not a department genius who enjoys learning like her.

"I want to take a break from studying."

How many times do I need to attend classes?

"But why is no one here?"

I was so excited to socialize that I got confused about the meeting time for a while.

When I started to think that everyone might have fled because of my attendance at the meeting, Margaret, who was beside me, said cautiously.

"Princess, the afternoon tea party starts at four o'clock."

"Cough, cough! I, I didn't feel like the meeting much, but I was thinking of looking at the paintings. The paintings of the new artist are displayed in Epsilon's permanent exhibition room every month."

"You're not wasting your free time but using it to develop your artistic perspective."

She looked at me so positively that it hurt my conscience.

"That, that's right."

Hey! Troublesome conscience.

"Yes. Please take your time and come back."

"Yes."

She left the place not to interfere with my appreciation and sentiment, and I entered the main building feeling embarrassed.

The interior of the Epsilon building was very well decorated.

Above the arched windows, there were delicate sculptures representing animals, and the floor was entwined with intricate and elegant geometric patterns.

As I walked and looked at the oil paintings hung inside the permanent exhibition room, I heard piano sounds in the distance.

"He plays well."

It was a soft accompaniment that felt lyrical.

After walking while listening to the calm and beautiful sound unknowingly, I ventured further into the labyrinthine interior of the main building.