Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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"Today you look exceptionally beautiful, Miss Mia."

Marquis François said, rolling his smooth lips.

Before Mia's debutante, the dress he prepared was an ordinary design that never went out of style.

Instead, he replaced the beautiful jewels with white lace adorned with elaborate patterns, reminiscent of a priestess, even though she was wearing a dress.

He was very satisfied with his work and once again reminded Mia sternly.

"Even if an unexpected accident happens, don't lose your smile. It is also not recommended to add too many words to correct a mistake. If you expose your soft flesh, your opponent will want to stab you. The key is to respond with humility while remaining relaxed."

Marquis François gently curved his eyes.

"You have saved so many people in the imperial capital, so you can be proud of it."

"I understand."

Mia liked the clothes he had prepared.

Because the "me" reflected in the mirror seemed to have a real divine power.

With a smile on her expressionless face, Mia nodded and boarded the carriage prepared by the marquis.

After a while, she arrived at the mansion of Duchess Orge, her chaperone.

Thierry was standing next to the duchess, holding a dark blue fan in a noble manner.

"Yawn!"

Thierry, who had been playing poker all night, yawned, and the duchess shuddered and slapped her hapless son on the back.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

"If you're going to do this, you shouldn't have said you would escort me in the first place. You're yawning to the point where I can see your uvula!"

"My father is very busy with military training, and Diery is on the estate. The only one left was me."

"You shameless brat! Because of you, I can't live up to my name."

Looking at the dark circles under her son's eyes, it was clear that he had been playing all night.

She had a lot to say, but there were several eyes watching, so the duchess barely suppressed her anger.

"Miss Mia. Let's go to the Imperial Palace first."

"Yes, duchess."

"Get in. Mother."

Thierry gracefully reached out to his mother in front of the carriage.

But his bloodshot eyes irritated her.

"Hmm! Travel separately."

The duchess, who hit her son's hand hard enough to make a noise, got into the carriage with a movement and told the driver to depart first.

"Anyway, my mother is rude."

Thierry, who got into the carriage behind without thinking twice, nodded as soon as he sat down and fell asleep in an instant.

Bam!

After a while, he hit his head hard against the window, opening his eyes.

"What?"

As soon as he woke up, his five senses sharpened. He didn't feel well.

"Young master! A rift has occurred!"

Shortly after, the scared cry of the driver pierced his eardrums.

The horse pulling Thierry's carriage ran wildly, and the interior began to shake even more violently.