Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 89

C89

"Mmm.

"Recently, it's been so noisy and annoying. Lady Mia was discriminated against and missed many opportunities to play an active role.

"Even though many opportunities were given?

"I'm very sorry.

Ophelia apologized by hitting her head against the ground.

"Why does it have to be Seymour? She's a headache.

People from that family couldn't be easily touched just because they got in the way.

"I heard that Duke Seymour appreciates her exceptionally and specially."

If the lady were a low-ranking aristocrat who obstructed the plan in this way, her life would have already disappeared.

"Princess Seymour... why did that woman, who had nothing to do with it, change?

"I-I'm not sure either. Obviously, she was just a stupid villain...

Ophelia was speaking gibberish.

"Is that what should come out of your mouth as an informant?"

"You say villain. If the majority says it's true, then it's okay, and if it's wrong, then it's wrong. Ophelia, if most say she's a demon, it means she can also be an angel."

"That... I'm sorry. This will never happen again. Still, the princess of the Sereig family keeps her under control. She is good at influencing public opinion. The princess's side will agree with her."

"Can you assert that?"

"Yes! Yes! The formula is somewhat beneficial, and since she doesn't know how to handle mana, there's no reason for her to stand out in the future."

Ophelia said while vigorously nodding her head.

She trusted the carefully researched data from the past. And thought that people don't change so easily.

It must be a coincidence. It should be a coincidence.

Ophelia thought as she crawled on the floor with a trembling body.

She's not trustworthy at all.

Meanwhile, the man sitting on the left looked at Ophelia's back in disbelief and tapped the chair with his fingers.

I diligently observed the egg, which became more transparent and brighter as the days passed, and then prepared to go to the academy.

"It's already annoying."

In the fall semester, there were many academic lectures and various events compared to the spring semester, so I expected to be quite busy.

In addition, today, there was a meeting with Bert Seymour, the Dean of the Department of Magic.

I don't know why he's suddenly looking for me, but I hoped it wasn't just a troublesome matter.

As I walked toward the Department of Magic, I took a deep breath in front of the Dean's office and shook the bell cord.

Soon, the door opened, and I bowed to Marquis Bert, the twin brother of Duke Seymour.

"It's been a long time, Deborah. How have you been?"

He tapped the ashtray with his pipe and spoke.

A faint scent of medicinal herbs wafted around the tip of my nose along with the smell of pipe smoke.

"Why does it smell like herbs?"

I spoke while feeling puzzled, as it didn't seem like a simple cigarette odor.