Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?
chapter-21-30041322

While everyone around him was in confusion, Isidor easily made his way through the crowd and strode towards me.

His legs were so long that the distance between me and him quickly narrowed.

"Where are you going?"

Isidor asked in a friendly tone. With his gentle eyes curved like a half moon.

"What are you going to do if you know?"

I hurriedly replied, avoiding looking at the merciless Isidor's face.

Because I lowered my voice as my throat was tense, it sounded like I was threatening him.

"I would like to ask you to join me for tea if you're free."

"There seems to be a lot of people over there to drink tea with you."

I pointed my chin towards the crowd of people.

They couldn't come close because they were afraid of me, but they were looking this way and whispering among themselves.

"You don't have to worry about other people."

Isidor whispered, slightly tilting his face forward. A mellow, numbing, low-pitched voice echoed in my eardrums.

This is totally a fox.

"… Do I look like someone who cares about others? Are you slow-witted, or pretending you are?"

As I tried to take hold of my hazy mind, I uttered a stinging remark.

"Haha!"

He suddenly laughed, as if something were so interesting.

What?

This isn't that kind of situation, right?

Some boring development like you're the first woman to ever treat me so coldly.

"I'm busy. Then."

I turned around, driving the absurd delusion out of my mind.

"That's unfortunate. I wanted to talk to you about the social club."

Social club?

Isidor's unexpected suggestion was quite tempting to me.

If it's a club that belongs to the Prince of the Visconti family, it definitely wouldn't be a bad place for me to join.

On top of that, given the fact that the character Isidor wasn't depicted in the novel, it was clear that he wasn't affiliated with Omicron.

‘But why didn't Isidor appear in the novel?'

Even if you just look at his face for a moment, you know he is the main male character.

In any case, I don't have any information about Isidor because he wasn't one of Mia's fishes.

‘I don't know what he's up to. I'm going to have to ask the Master to gather information on Isidor Visconti.'

I hesitated, with my back towards Isidor, and then turned my head around.

I couldn't grasp his intentions for approaching me, but I couldn't pass his proposal for the social club.

"I have to go to class now. Let us talk later."

After giving a vague answer, I quickly moved to the Magic Education Center.

***

The Magic Education Center was humid and gave off a gloomy energy.

I felt uncomfortable, like when I forced mana into my body.

I had no choice but to feel once again that Deborah's body is not compatible with mana.

‘Without ability, there's no answer but money.'

Realizing once again the need for gold coins, I crossed a corridor lined with mana stones with lighting magic.

Today's class is Magical Formula Theory.

I couldn't handle mana, so I had no choice but to make up for it with theoretical subjects.

You can't actually use it if you only master the theory, so I don't know the difference between that and trying to clap with one hand.

As I entered the classroom while clicking my tongue, eyes filled with terror stuck to my face as the chaotic surroundings became quiet.

Thinking that it seemed like I was getting used to that kind of look, I took a seat at a suitable spot.

I felt relieved and calm as it seemed like I was doing a good job at pretending to be a wicked woman.

A few moments later.

A man in a black robe comes up to the auditorium with a haggard face, with his assistant.

A worn-out expression, dark circles due to lack of sleep, and even a slightly bent posture.

I narrowed my eyes at the unknown déjà vu.

‘Why does the wizard look like an engineering student…'

Come to think of it, I also could not see Belreck for a while as he was stuck inside the Wizardry Association.

When I secretly asked a maid, she said there was a problem with the production of the artifacts he had worked hard on.

When I ran into him in the hallway last week, he flew past me like he didn't want to argue; was it because he was too tired?

‘A wizard's job is nothing less than the 3D occupation at the College of Engineering.'

Suddenly, I started wondering whether not being able to handle mana was a blessing.

Thump!

I was sitting in doubt when the assistant next to the wizard took out a bunch of handouts and put them on the table at once.

The wizard moved his chin slightly towards the handouts.

"What you see here is the formula you should learn this quarter. If you don't have the will to study on your own or lack logical thinking, it will be difficult to follow along."

The wizard spoke in an angry tone.

His harsh intimidation drew anxious looks from the students.

‘Ugh.'

As I had met only docile private tutors, I felt depressed when I met a harsh professor. I felt like I was returning to my previous life.

"We'll just do a simple test and finish it for today. After you solve the question, you can hand it in and leave."

The wizard, who didn't put any effort into the lesson, quickly left the classroom, and only the assistant remained there.

‘A formula test all of a sudden…'

I had classes about magic circles throughout the holidays and barely any information remained on Deborah's memory fragments about magical formulas, which were what she hated the most.

‘I won't be able to solve it anyway, so I'll just spend some time and go out.'

What a waste of time.

I don't know why I'm here in the first place when I can't even feel mana.

‘Honestly, I want to quit.'

However, in the past, Deborah said she had to enter the Department of Magic and insisted on it; so if I suddenly changed my words, the Duke would not obediently say that he understood.

‘How can I escape?'

While thinking about a safe way to escape, the assistant started writing a quiz on the blackboard, with the crackling sound of chalk.

‘Hm?'

I looked at the question written on the blackboard and it seemed like I could solve it, so I picked up the quill pen.

After I wrote down the answer, I was the first to hand in the answer paper and came out.

***

"Why does this answer paper have only the correct answer written without any intermediate process?"

"This is Princess Deborah's answer paper."

At the assistant's explanation, Kyle, the magical formula professor, frowned and clicked his tongue.

"She threatened another student and copied the answer. Anyway, it's just as rumored. How did such a pathetic human come from Seymour?"

If Seymour's twin successors frustrated the wizards with their monstrous talent, Princess Deborah raised the serious question of how she was related to the elite twins.

"It's annoying."

Kyle threw her answer paper to the floor and grumbled in a sharp tone.

Calling her to scold her, he was afraid that he would bring the fire to himself, as she is the beloved daughter of the Wizardry Association's Lord, so he was uncomfortable.

However, pretending not to know, there would be a problem of fairness, and his authority as a professor could get damaged, so he didn't like it.

He scratched his head nervously.

"Should I call her and say something? Tell her she can't cheat. Damn it. I'm not a babysitter and I'm up to my neck with work, do I have to teach her these basic things?"

"But… Princess Deborah was the first to write down the answer; so, if the Princess bases it on that when you point out that she cheated, you will have nothing to say."

"Really?"

"Yes. No matter how fast you solve the formula, it's a problem that takes fifteen minutes; but she finished it in only five."

"Ah, I see. She guessed it, and it was correct by chance. Princess Deborah is an incredibly lucky lady."

"I know, right."

"Ah, it's not just luck. She has a pretty face. She looks strong so it's not to my preference."

"I don't like that style either."

"She's going to marry into a good family for her sake, so why did she come here when she doesn't even know how to handle mana? Some people are really eager to enter the magic laboratory and make mana circles and memorize formulas."

Kyle muttered annoyingly and kicked the Princess' answer paper.

***

As soon as I got home, I called my attendant and told him to get ready to go to the library in the annex.

I was wondering if I understood and solved the formula correctly.

‘It's pretty big. But it's small enough that you can't compare it to the university library.'

The library managed by the Seymour family only existed very vaguely in Deborah's memory.

It was a part where she was seeing how many books she could pile up.

When I appeared in the library, the eyes of the man who was guarding the place opened wide.

He seemed to think that my appearance was unexpected.

"Princess Deborah. Are there any books you are looking for?"

The man asked, suspicious.

He doesn't seem to be too uncomfortable with me when compared to other servants, it seems that perhaps his position within the family is not very low.

Well, being a librarian means having a higher education.

Maybe he's the child of a powerful vassal.

"I'm going to look around first."

The man sighed briefly at my answer, as he looked at the high heels I was wearing. His expression looked like that of someone dealing with an immature child.

"In order to save the Princess trouble, I would like to say that this library is mainly composed of books about the Empire's history and magic books, and it does not carry the romance novels that are popular among ladies."

Huh, why is this jerk talking like this?

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