Chapter 91: Villainess’s Support
At Shael’s words, the onlooker’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“What are you saying...!”
Those were Denes Anyden's words. Simultaneously, he looked at me, silently urging me to say something.
So, I responded with action.
I hugged Shael beside me.
A hug amidst many onlookers. Soon, Shael trembled, glancing at me but finding no words.
‘Who initiated this?’
It was Shael. Her voicing it first would have led others to misconstrue it. So, I decided to vouch for Shael's sake.
At that moment, Denes wore a look of disbelief.
“No, that’s absurd!”
“We're soon to be wed, so what's the issue?”
My words were tinged with a touch of sincerity yet crafted falsely, and I also took the chance to embrace Shael more tenderly.
Denes then appeared even more puzzled.nÊw stories at no/vel/b/i/n(.)com
‘Well, if it's the son of the Duke of Anyden, it’s justifiable that he’d have some inside information.’
He must have received information about Shael's and my interactions from a few months ago. It was the time when I would gaze passionately into Shael’s eyes while she blatantly ignored me.
“Didn't you see the spilled wine on the other young lady? Why would you choose a woman with such a rude behavior?”
“You were the one who provoked the argument. Besides, Shael is strong-willed but not ill-intentioned.”
A woman with a bad temper wouldn't politely request dessert for herself or refrain from teasing for a kiss. Frankly, one might say I too had even more of a bad temperament, unlike Shael’s lovable nature.
It was an easily deducible truth. Unbeknownst to me, my fondness for Shael grew.
“She's unexpectedly endearing. She gets outrageously jealous, and beneath her strong facade, she's bashful.”
I said it while holding the hand of Shael, who was still breathing deeply with shame.
“She's even pinching my arm in embarrassment.”
I pointed at Shael, who was pinching her arm as she listened, narrating with sincerity in my tone.
Whispers slowly ensued as my words spread.
“You've got a point.”
“Huh, showing that level of affectionate embrace in front of everyone?”
“Seeing her current expression, it seems probable?”
The rumored courtship between the offspring of the dukes, believed to be akin to companions. It was enough to capture the attention of many.
Denes frowned, ready to speak more about Shael’s bad reputation.
But before that, I took the lead.
“I heard you were married a few years back already. I am sure that the bond between Shael and me will surpass yours.”
“Ha! I have a good rapport with Helen!”
The agitated man fell silent. Then contemplating something, Denes spoke with a confident grin.
“The Imperial Festival is just three days away. The festival will unfailingly distinguish the most devoted lovers in the empire...”
“Yes. we will win anyway, so it won’t matter.”
Like me, she didn't concern herself with the honor of nobility. Fortunately, she accepted without much scolding.
‘Of course, that’s not the only reason.’
The rewards of the Imperial Festival were more important than anything else. I wasn’t certain about others, but in the novel, the ‘love potion’ was awarded.
Upon confirming their profound love, they were made to drink the love potion to deepen their connection.
‘I made sure to drink it immediately to prevent its misuse.’
Yet, did I really need to consume the potion?
The person in the original novel who received this potion managed to steal it without drinking it.
However, using it was a conundrum. A potion controlling minds shouldn’t be used recklessly.
Yet...
The scenario differed if the targets were those who had tormented Shael and me to death.
Firstly, the Mage Tower Lord. Constant clashes with Shael and me were a testament to his antagonism. But that wasn’t all.
I'd heard that the Mage Tower Lord had been at odds with the Azbel family since losing to Duke Jespen.
Considering a dire situation, what if the Mage Tower Lord surpassed Duke Jespen's might? That volatile madman might commit unspeakable acts for sure.
The next consideration was the Crown Prince. Though I hadn't interacted with him much, his recent blatant antagonism against me was noteworthy.
About half of the Baslett family’s recent financial troubles were attributed to the Crown Prince.
‘That's not the end of it.’
Recalling a past life memory of breaking Clie’s bracelet and peering inside.
I died from drinking poisoned tea.
A potent poison undetectable even to someone of my elevated level took my life instantly.
No matter how I considered it, only the imperial family's lethal poison came to mind. The only person who could have killed me was the Crown Prince, fueled by jealousy for Clie.
Even without delving into past events, the Crown Prince and the Mage Tower Lord were formidable threats. If Clie spread gossip about me to them, they would likely seek my demise.
So, I needed something. And the ‘love potion’ was the tool to use.
A love potion ineffective without mutual affection.
It should work on the Mage Tower Lord and the Crown Prince because Clie didn't love them.
Considering this, I devised a brilliant plan.
It was a plan to plunge the despicable Mage Tower Master and the Crown Prince into the depths of despair.
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