Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 95

C95

- As you can see, things haven't gone well for me. Thanks to the princess in front of me describing this body as spoiled food.

Philap Montes spoke as he looked at me.

- All I've been doing is remembering your cold and ruthless back.

So you've been so disconnected.

As I watched him appear and spout nonsense, I leaned on one foot and looked at him skeptically.

He was looking at me with a confident and authoritative gaze.

Suddenly, I remembered something when I saw Philap act like this.

Did you take the bait? Did the news reach Philap's ears?

I thought it was worth checking, so I decided to mix things up.

... Speaking like my younger brother from my previous life.

- Doesn't it hurt more because you keep it in your heart even though it's insignificant? Now it seems to be in the stage where it has withered and rotted.

I was good at maintaining an expression that seemed to think it was worth letting you go.

When I cheekily clicked my tongue at the emaciated look that seemed to have stayed awake all night for several days, Philap let out a vain laugh.

- Rotted? Your choice of words is still like a masterpiece. Your attitude is like that of a street gangster. However, the last time was the only time we spoke while hurting each other's pride like mischievous people. I have developed tolerance by thinking about what you've been saying.

- What kind of self-awareness is this?

I said while repeatedly hitting the back of my stiff neck with a fan.

- Philap, if I were a gangster, I would punch you in the face first. You're the one who approached me first and looked for a fight like a child.

- Looking for a fight, you say... I'm sorry it looks that way. I came here to have a productive conversation with you.

- I'm already involved in a variety of productive activities, so I don't even need you to get involved.

Philap listened to me and narrowed the edge of his eyes.

- Several productive activities? You seem to be proud of your recent social activities and academic achievements, but it's limited to the magical world. Spiritists like me don't even pant.

- Why are you blowing hot air? It stinks.

- You're bragging while playing with words.

He looked at me with a smile on his lips.

- Many people who were as arrogant as you have shone for a while and then disappeared. Do you think it's easy to keep getting attention like now when you've lost your faction and popularity in society? You've deviated from your path and touched the wrong beehive.

I just shrugged.

- Popularity? What the hell are you talking about? I am the daughter of the Lord of the Magic Tower. If there's someone better than me, bring them. Let's see.

- Why can't you understand my words when you've been giving several lectures these days? There's no way a single Magic Tower can cover them all. I mean, you can stand next to me if you apologize for your rude words and act smoothly.

- Stand next to you? I don't like it because you have bad breath.

While I kept taunting Philap, recalling the tone of my younger brother in my past life, a vein appeared on Philap's forehead.