CH 26

The Villainess who Only Had 100 Days to Live Had Fun Every Day Translation

By Antoinette Vanessa January 17, 2022

“…I don’t know what to say to you.”

“Then, may I be the one to talk?”

“I only have bad feelings about this… but I’ll listen to what you have to say.”

Afterwards, I went home. My parents were surprised by my outfit. Regardless, I went to my room and closed my eyes after collapsing on my bed.

After a long time, I spoke to god.

“Who would’ve thought that god’s advice would actually be helpful?”

“…What a thing to say!”

Ufufu.

The way the super-beautiful young man stared at me was actually a little intriguing.

Over the last few days, I hardly slept at Baron Alban’s. It was because of Lumiere… She snored. Perhaps, it was her exhaustion from working too hard during the day. But one day, that sleeping habit of hers might disillusion someone.

Regardless, how could I not feel sorry for Lumiere?

Because I was being conscious, I didn’t get enough sleep.

Still, I had a very fulfilling break.

A long time had passed since my last tea party with god.

“What do you think of the tea that I prepared?”

“Honestly, you shouldn’t have gone to such troubles.”

Even though he was moody, god still drank the tea I made.

I placed it on my bedside table, and it really came with me. Then, when I stood there holding the tea set, god prepared a wonderful table.

Fufu, this chair is comfortable, and the tablecloth lace is beautiful.

“I’ll bring some more refreshment tomorrow.”

“Like I said, there’s no need.”

“Fufufu.”

I also enjoyed tea. It was a dream world, and even though a long time had passed since I boiled the water, the temperature was just right. I could enjoy its mellow scent the whole time there—which was wonderful.

While enjoying such exquisite tea, god looked at me.

“What is it?”

“No, I just don’t think that my advice will be useful…”

…Oh my, is he upset?

Although his appearance was cute, he didn’t come off as god-like.

“While it may be useless, I’m not saying that I won’t ask for your advice anymore?”

“—Again, what a thing to say!”

“I’m honored to be complimented by you.”

“I’m not complimenting you!”

I knew that.

But, do you think that I can’t be mean?

“But, was god aware of it, too?”

“About what?”

“—His Highness Zafield.”

He tried to frame the constant bullying towards Lumiere on me. He also pushed me down the stairs.

Well, I guess he hired another person for the stair incident. After all, if His Highness Zafield was nearby, I’d have no doubt been aware of it. I wondered if he was involved—but the answer seemed to be quite likely.

Did he want to make it look like Lumiere did it?

That way, it’d be a full-fledged conflict.

By any chance, was he trying to seize the throne by publicizing the unfaithfulness of His Highness Sazanjill?

I set my cup on the saucer. It was half-empty.

“For you to recommend such a man to me—isn’t your taste a bit bad?”

As he was a god, was he aware of His Highness Zafield’s involvement?

“That’s not it. His feelings for you are genuine. If you were to accept him, he’ll take good care of you. Do you honestly think people are capable of changing that much?”

“Then, who pushed me down the stairs?”

“At that time, the second prince intended to catch you. However, it so happened that the first prince was there, as well. He tried to help you, but failed… Nevertheless, because the first prince was underneath you, you didn’t suffer any major injuries, did you?”

I… I wasn’t aware of that… at all…

Did His Highness Sazanjill attempted to help me?

…When he came to visit me, his jaw was injured.

So that was why.

I could no longer turn a blind eye to him.

“I, instead of thanking him…”

I ridiculed his sympathy, misunderstood his actions, and cursed him in my heart.

“Why don’t you try to talk to both princes at least once? The second prince is being suspected of trying to incite a rebellion, and that lady is being bullied… Who knows, it may unexpectedly lead to a good result.”

“Yes, that’s right…”

Actually, I planned to talk to them in the end—and it was to say my farewells, to say only what I wanted to say.

…It was because I didn’t want them to see my ugly side. My jealousy. My anger. My sorrow.

After all, wouldn’t it be beautiful that way?

Before my fiancé, I wanted to be the perfect lady until the end.

That was why, I—

—Still, there were 27 days left.

Only a short time remained, but it was still too for avoiding them.

“I’ll think about it.”

When I responded like that, I could only hear a laugh. Of course, it was from god, the only other participant to the tea party in front of me.

“Why are you laughing?”

“Hm? Because my advice turned out to be useful?”

Uwaaa! He’s angry!

Did he induce the conversation to create such a flow?

For me to be dancing on top of his palm—it was actually embarrassing.

“God is being cheeky?!”

“Ahaha, as a god, that’s a first someone has ever used such a word to me.”

“—Whether or not your advice will be useful is yet to come!”

Indeed—from now on, I’d talk to His Highness. I didn’t know what would happen.

All I knew was that I’d die in 27 days—and that was it.