I’ll Become a Villainess That Will Go Down in History
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We arrived at our destination and the carriage came to a gentle halt.

I climbed out of the carriage first, and after checking that it was safe, Vian also came out.

No matter how much he was dressed as a woman and wearing a cloak, Vian was still the first prince of the Ravaal Kingdom. He must be escorted at all times. I alone would protect him.

Well, I think it was a safe outing this time….

As soon as Vian stepped out of the carriage, he stood still in front of the store.

The light cream-colored building with a pink sign that reads “Rylton” in thin letters. It was a stylish store with good taste.

Vian called my name quietly as we approached the store and opened the door.

“I’ll open the door.”

I see the look of determination on Vian’s face. I step aside and give way to him.

He pulled the door with a yank. The bell chimed and a soft floral scent wafted through the air. The interior of the restaurant was lovely and very luxurious.

It would seem like a place that a graceful madam would frequent.

“Welcome~!”

A tall, well-dressed woman approached us from the back of the store, her heels clacking as she walked.

She had a good posture and a sophisticated gait.

“Can I help you?”

The woman gave us a business-like smile.

“I’m here to see Bill.”

Vian’s muttered words made the female clerk freeze for a moment, but she quickly responded.

“I’m sorry, sir. To meet with the manager…”

Interrupting the female clerk, Vian thrust the card he was holding in front of her face.

The card held between his index and middle fingers was a pitch-black card with the word ‘Rylton’ written in red letters.

“Ah, I’m so sorry! I will take you to Mr. Bill’s room immediately.”

…I wonder if the black card was like a VIP membership. Or maybe a regular customer?

Well, considering Vian’s position, he would be a big customer, wouldn’t he? Because he was a prince.

We followed the clerk up the red velvet staircase.

I had not worn heels for a long time, so I was afraid of tripping over them.

The female clerk stopped in front of a white door and knocked on the door with a bang.

“Bill-sama, you have a customer.”

“…A customer? Let them through.”

The person in the door replied bluntly.

The female clerk slowly opened the door and bowed politely as she asked us to come in.

Following Vian, I slowly stepped inside the room.

“Who is it?”

A man sitting on a large sofa turns to look at us. The short desk in front of him was cluttered with an overflow of papers.

…are those, the many design ideas.

It was hard to believe that the man in front of me was drawing.

He was an old man, about 70 years old, with gray hair tied back in a single bun and a stern face. He was tall and stout.

I would be more comfortable if he had been a blacksmith.

We took off our cloaks and I bowed.

“My name is…”

Oh, I didn’t have a name decided when I would act as a woman …What should I name myself?

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the cloak falling to the floor with a thud.

I looked next to me and saw Vian in a bright red dress. His profile was a little stiff, but he was still stunning.

The red dress looked great against his white skin. He was wearing a white fur to hide the width of his shoulders, but he really looked like a woman because his frame was not stumpy to begin with.

The manager gently placed the paper in his hand on the desk as he stared silently at Vian.