Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 49

Chapter 49: No One Saw

 

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The two pieces of parchment had honestly recorded Claire and Lavendia’s body measurements.

 

Claire’s measurements were carefully taken by Lavendia, very precise, with no errors, accurate to one decimal place.

 

In comparison, the measurements Claire took for Lavendia contained some padding.

 

Due to shyness, nervousness, and not daring to get too close… ahem.

 

In any case, Claire had to admit that several measurements might, possibly, perhaps, weren’t particularly accurate.

 

This coincidentally aligned with the system’s requirement to “deliberately alter some of her measurements to make her dress ill-fitting!”

 

A thumbs-up emoji from the system was flashing before her eyes, said to be the effect of the praise plugin.

 

How annoying, it was even a colored thumbs-up, felt like she was being mocked.

 

Claire nervously came back to her senses and checked the parchment.

 

Hmm, the chest width and bust measurements seemed to be written smaller than they should be.

 

She couldn’t help it, when measuring those areas, she was startled by that soft and bouncy sensation, couldn’t see the numbers clearly at all…

 

Heaven knows, she really didn’t do it on purpose.

 

It shouldn’t… be too far off? Within acceptable error range… right?

 

This feeling was like “knowing there’s a problem with the experimental data, but with the thesis defense coming up there’s no choice but to hope the professor doesn’t notice”…

 

No, it’s fine.

 

No matter what, Lavendia still had her protagonist’s halo.

 

Even if the measurements were filled in randomly with eyes closed and the dress really didn’t fit, there would definitely be other ways to turn things around in the end.

 

After all, that’s the kind of script this is, it’ll definitely be fine!

 

Claire comforted herself while following behind Lavendia, walking together to Aurora’s sofa.

 

Looking up, she saw the sofa was empty, with only Aurora’s black lace-trimmed small hat placed on it.

 

Claire froze: “Eh, when did Miss Aurora leave?”

 

Lavendia said: “She was already gone when we started taking measurements.”

 

“Wh-what!?”

 

Claire was greatly shocked.

 

So they had been alone together from the start?

 

When Lavendia was measuring her, she had been embarrassedly thinking: “No, can’t make too much noise, Miss Aurora will hear…” and endured so hard.

 

So it was all in her head! Damn it!

 

Claire wanted to stamp her feet in frustration.

 

Meanwhile, Lavendia walked forward and tentatively called out to the black hat: “Miss Aurora, are you there?”

 

There seemed to be no response.

 

She slightly raised her voice and repeated: “Miss Aurora, we’ve finished taking measurements, are you there?”

 

This time, as soon as Lavendia finished speaking, the hat suddenly began floating unsteadily.

 

It floated and floated, rising to about person height, and the air around it began to ripple slightly.

 

Under their gaze, Aurora’s figure seemed to dilute out from the darkness, silently appearing beneath the hat.

 

The system prompted: 『It’s magic related to space.』

 

Aurora wasn’t wearing glasses, and when she opened her eyes, the pink hearts in them shone like two passionate little lamps—

 

“Already done? That was quick, do you want more time—”

 

Lavendia handed over the parchment.

 

Aurora took it, gave it a quick scan, and tucked them into her notebook she carried.

 

Claire took the chance to ask: “Teacher, where did you go just now? Did you see us taking measurements?”

 

“Of course I didn’t see, Young Lady Claire, how could I possibly peep~ Really~~” Aurora turned and gave her a sweet smile.

 

Claire fell silent for a moment.

 

“Don’t you usually call me Claire-tan? Though I don’t know what that means…”

 

She suspiciously stared at Aurora’s pink pupils.

 

Aurora calmly met her gaze.

 

“…You saw, didn’t you.”

 

“No I didn’t?”

 

“You definitely peeked!”

 

“Definitely did not?”

 

“Impossible! You must have been wanting to see us being close, hiding in some corner watching Lavendia run her hands all over me…!”

 

Lavendia’s ears turned slightly red as she lightly coughed: “Ahem.”

 

Well, it wasn’t exactly running hands all over.

 

Claire blushed and huffed angrily, crossing her arms and refusing to speak.

 

Aurora was about to say something with a smile.

 

But Lavendia, who had been silent, suddenly raised her head and gave her a light glance.

 

Aurora paused, her smile freezing at the corners of her mouth.

 

Such, such hostile gaze.

 

Such cold eyes.

 

“Alright, alright…”

 

Under Lavendia’s eye attack, Aurora reluctantly said: “I wanted to watch… I was really looking forward to it…”

 

“But why did you have to go to such a corner, and Lavendia-chan even completely blocked Claire-tan, couldn’t see anything at all!”

 

Claire blinked: “…Really?”

 

“What else?”

 

Aurora sighed, her tone very regretful.

 

“I only saw you two huddled close in the corner… teacher can’t give a very high evaluation?”

 

“So, could you perhaps redo it…?” She tentatively rubbed her hands together, trying to pull out another piece of parchment.

 

“No!”

 

Claire huffed impatiently: “Hurry up and put on your glasses for etiquette class!”

 

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The rain was still falling outside.

 

The chefs were bustling about, as it was time to prepare lunch.

 

After the measurement interlude, the morning etiquette class passed without any other ripples, ending quickly.

 

The content was dry and boring, and more tiring than last class — still practicing balancing books on the head.

 

Last class was standing posture, this class was practicing sitting posture.

 

The muscles in her neck were sore and painful, and the feeling of her head being flattened by the book became increasingly vivid.

 

But this time, Claire could finally balance the book steadily for nearly 2 minutes.

 

Keep the spine straight, chin up, imagine having a swan-like neck, never relaxing…

 

Until the body remembers this weight.

 

Also need to mind not sitting all the way back in the chair, pay attention to how the skirt drapes, how to hold teacups.

 

And when lowering the head to drink tea, can’t let the book fall, meaning head movements can’t be too large, otherwise it would be considered inelegant…

 

Being a noble young lady really isn’t easy.

 

As for Lavendia…

 

Claire rubbed her sore shoulders and looked up.

 

Lavendia balanced a book on her head, eyes forward, one hand holding her skirt, slowly stepping forward.

 

Her steps were even and consistent, neither too fast nor too slow, her upper body barely shifting, walking in a perfectly straight line like a model.

 

Walking while balancing books, that was supposed to be next lesson…

 

As expected of the female protagonist, naturally talented at everything.

 

Can’t help but envy her.

 

System text: 『Sigh.』

 

“What is it now?”

 

『Originally wanted the host to say to her: “A small fry is just a small fry, as expected of a country bumpkin.”』

 

『Now look what happened, the host became the small fry instead. You can only say: “As expected of a country bumpkin, only good at balancing books” now.』

 

“Isn’t that pretty much the same?” Claire thought.

 

At this moment, Lavendia’s break time arrived.

 

She walked straight, removed the book from her head, stretched her body, and let out a slight breath.

 

Seeming to notice the faint envy in Claire’s gaze, Lavendia raised her head and gave her a slight smile.

 

“What is it, Young Lady Claire?”

 

It feels like Lavendia has been smiling a lot today.

 

Should be a good thing, right?

 

Claire looked at the -20 favorability rating above Lavendia’s head.

 

It dropped a lot yesterday, but suddenly rose back today… making Claire a bit confused too.

 

But anyway, stick to the principle of maintaining distance when high and closing in when low.

 

When favorability is high, say something slightly unpleasant. When favorability is low… slowly explore ways to raise it back.

 

Thinking of this, Claire said: “As expected of someone from the countryside, Sister, you have such good stability.”

 

These words were somewhat sarcastic, but Lavendia nodded with unchanged expression.

 

“Yes, after all I received many such punishments when I was young, perhaps I got used to it since then.”

 

Claire was slightly stunned.