Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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Instead of responding to Isidor's lament, I looked around and involuntarily let out a short exclamation.

"Is that plush similar?"

I thought involuntarily when I saw the plush hanging as a product at the stall. The yellow fox plush with narrowed eyes looks very similar.

"With whom?"

With Sir Isidor. He bewitches one like a fox.

"I'll bring that fox."

To win prizes, you had to throw a ball and knock down the target.

"Oh my god!"

"It's the first time I've seen someone knock down all the targets there!"

When Isidor showed great control and dropped all his targets, the people around him exclaimed. Of course, the face of the vendor was wrinkled as if he had chewed on something unpleasant.

"Did you see that? It's the fiancé of the princess showing off his skills."

Isidor, who had been throwing the ball as he pleased, asked proudly, holding a bunch of plush toys.

"Well, again. It's not a matter of a day or two."

"Haha, sometimes you have to show some humanity."

"Still, there's a very cute fox."

I said, holding the desired fox doll that I coveted for some reason.

"I wanted this."

He pulled out a doll from the package.

"It's a white snake. I think it's quite adorable."

"It's like Seymour's people."

"Pft!"

"By the way, don't you think my father opened up a lot to me?"

"..... Father?"

"We spent New Year's together and even shared crepes, so now we're family. Isn't that right?"

Looking at Isidor, who was subtly affectionate, I clicked my tongue. Isidor is probably the only man in the Empire who has the ability to handle the house snakes.

I don't know what the hell he did, but it seems he already won over Rosad.

"Deborah."

"Hmm?"

"Shall we go down the left alley or the right one?"

"Let's flip a coin. If it's heads, to the right. If it's tails, to the left."

As I entered the night market, there were forks in the road due to randomly erected dilapidated buildings.

"Again to the right."

"Four times in a row. It's said to be lucky if heads appear frequently, so it seems only good things will keep happening."

"Isn't that a coin with only heads?"

"Didn't we promise not to deceive each other anymore?"

He said, showing an ordinary coin with two heads.

As I walked, listening to Isidor's insistent request to let him know if I felt unwell, at some point, an alley with a unique atmosphere appeared before my eyes.

It was relatively quiet compared to the crowds at the entrance of the night market, and from the stalls full of exotic products, a mixture of foreign languages, not imperial languages, could be heard.