Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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Isidor and I sat side by side on the stone wall where we had once had a date together, gazing at the moon.

An elegant and beautiful moon that turned red like a ruby.

The red moon, coveted by the devil, was just an unusual sight that created a mysterious atmosphere when it disappeared without a trace.

"Princess. Are you okay?"

Isidor, who had been staring at the moon for a while, looked at me gently in the eyes and asked.

"As you can see. I'm fine."

I recovered so quickly that even I was surprised.

So, it seemed like nothing had happened.

It was hard to believe that the Great Demon had appeared just two days ago, as my daily life and that of my precious people were not much different from usual.

I lounged in bed eating snacks, while my father and the twins were busy writing a report on the incident.

That day, Enrique, who had trembled alone in an empty house, spent time reading a book, clinging to me.

Oh yes.

After that, one thing has changed.

The fact that every servant I happened to encounter looked at me with eyes full of awe and respect.

I even saw a couple of maids discussing in the hallway about attending the Holy Bath.

"I was the most rejected mine* by Seymour's servants."

(N/T: Refers to a person you want to avoid.)

I can't believe that the terror-filled looks I was accustomed to have changed so suddenly.

Of course, their looks changed, but I didn't feel it much because there was no servant brave enough to dare to speak to me first.

Remembering what had happened in the last two days, I looked at Isidor's profile and lightly swung my legs back and forth on the stone wall.

"Honestly, Lord Isidor seems busier than me. So, I was surprised to see you today."

Just by looking at his father, who was constantly called to the imperial family to report on the circumstances of the incident, I could guess how busy Isidor must be.

"Since it's a complicated case involving the 3rd Prince and the 4th Queen, there are many documents to complete. The Imperial Family is still investigating the incident."

Isidor let out a long sigh.

"At that time, I should have said I would have dates with the princess more often. That was the most important."

I laughed heartily at his complaint-filled joke.

There's no way to prove if the wish Isidor expressed fervently in that desperate moment was as powerful as his aphorism.

However, the reason I asked Isidor to confirm my wish, even though it was almost a superstition, was because of the memory of Nayla.

"I hate good girls. They're not to my liking."

The man who looked like Isidor, responding so coldly, sadly sobbed in front of Nayla, who lived a limited lifespan.

"Don't cry. Because there's no one here to comfort you. I'm not a good person anymore."

Nayla, terrified by the fate as a saint that had been given to her, asked Seymour to seal her divine power with ancient magic.

Due to the reduced density of mana, it was practically a seal that could never be broken, but it clashed with the ancient artifact Philap had, and the seal broke.