Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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"Mmm. However, Michelle Granbert is more than just a friend of the princess...."

It feels like a fervent believer.

She lent a jointed doll to serve as bait during the battle with the black wizard, so she thought she had become quite close to the princess, but Michelle's condition was too much for just a friend.

"Wow, princess. Does my face look weird right now? I'm so nervous."

Michelle asked with a pale face. Her tightly clenched fists trembled with tension.

"You're naturally white, so you don't look much different from usual. But, are you that nervous?"

After all, Deborah is the saint who saved the empire.

Before, not many people recognized her true worth, but after the battle with the devil, the number of followers definitely increased.

"In reality... I can't believe it. I never expected it. I actually prayed, but I'm not very lucky, so I never dreamed they would invite me here. It's a great honor, and thanks again, princess."

Michelle Granbert, who was invited to this tea party on a whim of the princess, had trouble sleeping from the day she was invited. Everyone was envious of attending a tea party with two popular figures in the empire, but.... She never liked it because she was a Saint!

Michelle prided herself on not being late.

The owner of Armand, whom she had only vaguely imagined, was Princess Deborah! And to think she even had the noble side job of being a saint.

Tea time with the person she admired enough to prepare a doll as a tribute and even write a thesis of analysis!

"I am a very lucky person. It's good to be alive."

Michelle was delighted.

"I didn't expect you to be in front of the imperial palace since dawn. It's a shame I left late."

"It's a big problem if you arrive even a second late. That's why it's more comfortable to wait since dawn."

"Eh, yes, aside from that. I've been worried about it since before, what do you have in your hand?"

"A script..."

"I don't know why you need a script for a tea party, but this one repeats, what the hell did you write?"

Looking at the piece of paper that Michelle had been holding onto like a lifebuoy, the fifth princess showed curiosity.

"... Just what to say when we meet, just this and that."

"Can I see it?"

While Michelle hesitated, news arrived that the princess had just arrived in front of the imperial palace.

"Princess, I suddenly feel dizzy...."

Suddenly, Michelle staggered and touched her forehead.

"Wake up. You've been waiting since dawn. If you fall like this, you won't be able to see her for even a second."

"I'll try to endure."

Michelle gritted her teeth and nodded decisively. In no time, Princess Deborah appeared at the door, and Michelle managed to suppress her screams.

"Has everything been well, princess?"

Princess Deborah greeted her with her characteristic cold expression. However, the fifth princess could now read warmth in the princess's eyes.