Helping the Villainess Become her Better Self!

Chapter 11

As I trudge through the humid path next to a cobbled road facing to the Winchester dukedom near the sea. I wear a simple cotton white v-neck and grey pants with a deep blue cloak of wool over that.

I recount about certain things.

Maybe about the weather with the clear blue sky and cool breeze against my skin, or how the path slowly curves around the shoreline with small pieces of grass flaying imbetween the rock.
Or how strange it is...

To have a heroine bullying a villainess?

Yes. I realised something from my old life, when my best friend Ari was fangirling over 'bishoumen'. She tended to comment about who they were and where they were from to me.

"Prince Mavus Calore, a blonde beauty with a princely facade but a twisted sadistic inside,"
"Aste Ersa, the son of a court magician who has a lean swimmers build and is a half-vampire and bites the heroine for her blood. His bad endings should be good endings for certain people, if ya know what I meannnnn"
Vin Dest, the loyal dog and muscle head that had a tragic past and hides it with different faces to others to control them"
"Isa Nightfall, the cunning beauty who worked tirelessly to find a cure for her brother. But with the help of the heroine she could make it. Yuri people is AMAZING!"

And, as I walk here, I start theorising. Maybe this was just parts in the game left out,
Or maybe the heroine is like me. But in the game there is no character called Ores Woodlock, not even a mob character or a cannon fodder for when the capture targets rampage in bad endings.

I sigh and try to put it all in the back of my head.

Then, I look around me again. The shoreline is decorated with a pier and a market with people working tirelessly and citizens bargaining against the people in the wood stalls of produce.

I must be in Calculla, it is the closest village to the Duke's Manor and is inside his dukedom. I rub my temples at how ignorant I was of my surroundings when walking and sigh before looking around again.

I go to a closing market stall and see a man with a brunette hair in pony tail and stubble on his tanned workers face. He looks at me and says,

"Sorry kid the stalls closed go bother someone else," This is a very strange reaction to a half-fae,

"Umm.. do you know where the closest inn is,"

"No, now get lost,"

"If your 'generosity' can't be favoured how about your wallet," I emphasise on 'generosity' before handing him two gold coins that could last a commoner a lifetime if it was used frugally.

"Seriously, just for an inn you rich people are confusing,"

"Actually, money has no value only produce and information do."
He then sighs and then speaks again,

"It is in the village square a few footsteps away from here, on the left of the fountain at with the sign of an iron horseshoe,"

I say my thanks and then follow the directions he told me.