Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 60

Chapter 60: A Dripping Wet Interrogation

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“Drip, drip.”

The ice-cold water converged into tiny streams, flowing down from Lavendia’s hair tips, dress hem, and arms, dripping onto the carpet.

This liquid was colorless and odorless; when poured on the body, it only felt cold without causing any pain.

It was indeed just water.

Arranging a water magic crystal ball to pour a bucket of water over Lavendia’s head, harmless and non-toxic, with minimal damage, but the insult… was quite strong.

Who arranged it, and what was the purpose?

A warning? A threat? A show of force?

Or was it for venting anger, or… revenge?

Why just water, and not a more aggressive trap?

Perhaps water was enough?

Perhaps this person just wanted to ruin this dress with this bucket of water, preventing me from attending the banquet, so there was no need to cause any real harm…

Lavendia brushed aside her wet bangs and coldly looked at Claire beside her.

Could it be… she who arranged this?

No, it was more likely done by that maid who held hostility towards her.

That maid called Anna.

But, was Claire truly unaware?

The crystal ball wasn’t something easily obtained either.

Could it be that Claire instructed or tacitly approved Anna to do this…

At the same moment, Claire slowly straightened up, still in a dazed state.

They were walking just fine moments ago when suddenly Lavendia pulled her forcefully, then something shot past her nose like a bullet, it was terrifying.

She wanted to ask the System, but before she could, the next second she felt a violent pushing force from behind.

Lavendia’s push was really forceful, Claire was pushed quite far.

Being delicate and weak, how could she maintain her balance? After stumbling back several steps, she still couldn’t keep steady and finally fell flat on her bottom with a thud.

Fortunately, the carpet in the corridor was soft, so the fall wasn’t painful.

When Claire got up dazedly, Lavendia was bending down, wringing water from her dress hem with a frost-like expression.

Claire looked up and was immediately stunned.

The wet dress clung tightly to Lavendia’s body, creating a semi-transparent effect.

Although it outlined her beautiful curves perfectly, revealing Lavendia’s mature charm, it was… no longer suitable to be worn as a formal dress.

That dripping wet fair skin, those towering and firm snow-white peaks, that disheveled bangs, that exquisitely beautiful face…

Beautiful, extremely beautiful.

However, Claire dared not appreciate it at all.

Because Lavendia’s expression at this moment was both gloomy and ice-cold, colder than this bucket of water.

It was exactly like… exactly like the expression in that CG where Claire was put on the stake…

Claire only looked once before feeling like she would be crushed like an insect the next second, immediately shuddering and whimpering internally.

So, so scary!

What exactly happened, who arranged a bucket of water in the corridor…!

Why is Sister looking at me like this, she, she, she… she doesn’t suspect I did it, does she?!

The System added fuel to the fire: 『Host, this isn’t listed in the task list. According to the correct plot progression, the female lead should attend the banquet wearing this dress…』

“I know, it wasn’t me!”

『Host, this is the first time seeing you so proactively playing the villainess role. Although your attitude is commendable, the method is too bold, where did you get this water magic crystal core from?』

“Listen to me, it really wasn’t me, I don’t know anything about this!”

Claire was on the verge of tears, shrinking back under Lavendia’s cold gaze.

Can’t blame Lavendia for being angry.

After all, what’s done is done, the result was right before their eyes.

No matter who set up this trap in the corridor, they had achieved their goal.

— The beautiful dress that Aurora made for Lavendia was completely ruined.

What should we do now…

Claire nervously swallowed and said softly: “Sister, are you alright?”

“…”

Lavendia stared at her without speaking.

Her gaze had become as alert as when they first met, cold, vigilant, not missing any subtle changes in Claire’s expression, trying to gauge Claire’s intentions.

Water drops were still continuously flowing down from her neck, fingertips, and silver hair, seeping into a wet patch on the carpet.

“Well, you don’t look very okay…”

Claire bit her lip and mustered up courage to say: “I, I’ll figure something out, I’ll go find you a replacement dress!”

But Lavendia shook her head and coldly replied: “No need, Young Lady.”

“If you simply didn’t want me to attend the banquet, you could have told me more directly. Isn’t it a waste to ruin this dress like this?”

Lavendia questioned softly while staring intently at Claire’s eyes, trying to catch a hint of something.

Under such pressure, Claire somehow suddenly became calm.

She knew what Lavendia cared about.

At such a crucial moment, if she was too frightened to defend herself, the misunderstanding would only deepen.

Once Lavendia became vigilant again, the goodwill accumulated over these past few days would vanish, and perhaps even turn back into hostility…

She couldn’t let that happen, even if she would be punished by the System, she had to say it clearly!

Claire gathered her courage to look up, meeting Lavendia’s gaze, and said firmly, word by word:

“Whether you believe it or not, I didn’t do it.”

Lavendia’s emotionless purple eyes locked onto Claire as she approached step by step.

Claire stood straight in place, for the first time, not stepping back at all.

Cold, slender fingers gently lifted Claire’s chin.

Lavendia came very close, so close that Claire could see her own reflection in her eyes.

When she lowered her head, a drop of water fell from her long eyelashes, like a butterfly shaking dew from its wings, landing right on Claire’s lips.

Like a cold, silent… kiss.

Lavendia’s shadow was very imposing. Even at such an intimate distance, she still emanated an aura as cold as this splash of water.

Looking at that drop of water on Claire’s lips, she asked softly:

“Do you truly know nothing about this?”

Claire was extremely nervous, like a little rabbit caught in a wolf’s mouth, her whole body tense, but still tried to open her eyes wide and answered with trembling lips:

— “That’s right, I know nothing about it!”

The water drop slid down from her lips, trailing along her delicate, cute chin.

It was gently wiped away by Lavendia’s fingertip.

“…I see.”

“I apologize, Young Lady Claire.”

The brief confrontation and tug-of-war ended.

Lavendia released her, the vigilance and coldness around her quietly dissipating. Her brows relaxed, and she stepped back to a safe distance.

Claire quickly pressed her hand to her chest to calm her racing heart.

Lavendia said: “I misunderstood you.”

“Hmph, there’s no help for it, as the Young Lady, sometimes I have to bear others’… ouch!”

Before Claire could finish speaking, a sudden pain like an electric shock tore through her temple.

Damn System!

Claire held her head and said to the System: “What are you rushing for, the plot hasn’t deviated much! I’ll fix this…!”

“Even if you don’t trust that I can fix it, at least trust the female lead. The female lead will successfully resolve whatever she encounters, this is nothing yet…”

The pain disappeared.

Claire massaged her temples and said through gritted teeth: “I will definitely make sure you successfully attend the ball…!”

“Come to my room, I’ll find another dress for you to wear!”