Transmigrated as the Villainess Fake Young Lady, Please Spare Me, Female Lead Sister - Volume 1 Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Pride of the Nobility

 

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Although there were some twists and turns, they finally managed to depart for the ball smoothly.

 

The future looks bright!

 

Claire was quite rushed when she ran over, and after sitting in the carriage, it took her a while to catch her breath.

 

Only then did she have the energy to observe her surroundings.

 

The carriage was quite spacious, with dark red velvet cushions that were very comfortable to sit on, making it feel like she wouldn’t get tired.

 

Sophia had already started driving the carriage.

 

The clip-clop of hooves and the sound of rolling wheels could be heard.

 

She thought the sensation would be closer to riding a tricycle, but it seemed the carriage wheels had some kind of shock absorption arrangement, so there was only slight jolting inside the compartment.

 

Overall it was very comfortable, feeling like she could take a good nap.

 

Lavendia sat in the position opposite Claire.

 

She clearly had better stamina, running all the way here without getting red-faced or out of breath, maintaining her usual composure.

 

Claire glanced at her sister. She quickly withdrew her gaze.

 

…So, so beautiful.

 

This crisp knight’s uniform truly brought out Lavendia’s qualities to the fullest.

 

The fitted tailoring of the coat, the clean shoulder lines, these white riding pants that outlined her leg shape making them look super long, and these boots reaching up to her calves, every detail suited her perfectly.

 

The clothes themselves weren’t particularly fancy, but when Lavendia wore them, they somehow made one’s heart race.

 

When she stood there, she was every bit the cool and gallant knight with a chilly demeanor…

 

Lavendia took out a bottle of raspberry juice from the bag beside her and looked at Claire.

 

“Would you like some?”

 

“N-no need.”

 

Claire avoided eye contact, admitting to herself that she was a bit shy.

 

When Lavendia wore sexy evening gowns she was beautiful, with a graceful and slender figure, like a delicate jade maiden, an undeniably sexy kind of beauty.

 

Now changed into a shirt, cravat and coat, not only was no skin showing, you could say she was completely covered up…

 

But somehow, when she raised her eyes to look over, Claire still felt her heart rate accelerating.

 

Two completely different feelings.

 

If she had to say, the previous outfit was more seductive, while this one seemed to have more… offensive power…?

 

Maybe this is what a succubus is, releasing charm indiscriminately no matter what they wear.

 

And somehow she began to understand why dress-up games are fun.

 

…Wait.

 

Thinking carefully, in that CG where Claire was put on the stake, sister wearing armor seemed to have this style too.

 

Could it be that her current increased heart rate was mainly due to fear?

 

Claire whimpered internally.

 

Oh sister, sister, considering how hard I’m working to help you attend the ball, please be kind and keep me away from the stake!

 

Let me check the current favorability rating…

 

Huh, when did it go up to -10?

 

Even if it’s just for reference, this is a good sign!

 

Hopefully even if I cause some trouble at the ball, this value won’t drop too quickly…

 

Claire felt her mood finally lighten a bit.

 

Lavendia put the raspberry juice back, and the carriage fell quiet for a moment.

 

Claire lowered her head to gaze at the delicate carvings on the carriage door. Lavendia gently pushed aside the curtain and began admiring the scenery outside.

 

A vast, flat plain landscape came into view.

 

The weather was lovely today, with crystal clear skies and a gentle breeze. The wind swept across the hillside, creating wave-like patterns on the grass on both sides.

 

In the distance were mountains, lakes, and sheep grazing leisurely.

 

Though just an ordinary peaceful scene, Lavendia watched it very intently.

 

The lake water was like a sapphire embedded in the green land, birds drinking by the lakeside, their wings creating sparkling ripples.

 

She felt her heart spread its wings like the white birds and took flight.

 

She felt… free.

 

Claire secretly gazed at Lavendia’s profile, suddenly lost in thought.

 

Sister looks… like she’s very happy.

 

Even though she doesn’t have the gown anymore…

 

Earlier it was too rushed to think it through carefully.

 

Now thinking calmly, it was easy to figure out that trap must have been arranged by Anna.

 

If she had known earlier that Anna would cause such big trouble when she finally acted, Claire would definitely have handled her more carefully.

 

In the original story she always followed Claire’s arrangements and never actively did anything out of line… is this also considered a plot deviation?

 

Claire silently sighed.

 

The custom-made gown that Lavendia was supposed to wear to stun everyone was ruined just like that by a bucket of water.

 

Such a shame.

 

They even went through the trouble of taking measurements, if Miss Aurora knew her hard work was wasted like this, she might get angry.

 

Moreover, Lavendia had only been at the mansion for a short while and really didn’t have a second suitable gown. This knight’s outfit found in urgency was actually a desperate, unorthodox solution.

 

Claire wasn’t confident either, not knowing if this outfit would have the same effect when they got to the ball.

 

Anyway, they’d have to make Lavendia dazzling… they’ll think of other ways when the time comes.

 

Speaking of which.

 

How exactly is this so-called “plot deviation” determined?

 

Have to do bad things, but also need to grasp this degree properly.

 

Have to survive in the cracks, not be hated by the protagonist, while also trying to prevent the plot from deviating too much…

 

What the hell, this is too ambiguous—

 

Maybe in the end still can’t escape the punishing electric shock, or can’t escape being burned to death…

 

Who could be more miserable than me?

 

Claire got increasingly angry as she thought about it.

 

Besides, to be honest. What does Anna’s misdeeds and the plot deviation she caused have to do with me, Claire?

 

Well, those friends who frequently transmigrate know that there exists a term called “butterfly effect” in the world. A butterfly carelessly flapping its wings might even cause a hurricane in the Pacific Ocean.

 

Claire also can’t control the actions of other NPCs and the protagonist, who knows why the plot still deviated?

 

Why threaten with electric shocks at every turn when I’ve done all the required tasks…

 

Just because I’m the only transmigrator, I have to take all the blame, do all the team’s work, and still get the harshest electric shocks in the end?

 

Where can you find such an unfair scapegoat?

 

Claire thought of this and woke up the system to question it.

 

“Tell me you dog system, why are you treating me like this!”

 

Whether it was an illusion or not, the system seemed to take an especially long time to load this time.

 

『We apologize for giving you a bad experience. Your feedback has been recorded, please continue to cooperate in the future…』

 

…Just knew it would suddenly turn into robotic customer service responses to brush me off!

 

Claire had no outlet for her anger, and in the end could only grit her teeth hard.

 

Since that’s the case, currently can only hope Lavendia’s protagonist halo is still effective.

 

Since she’s a female lead with cheat ability, even wearing ordinary clothes to attend the banquet, she’ll definitely achieve good results through some means!

 

As for the system’s side…

 

Just continue to reason with it, move it with emotions, and use great logic to confuse it!

 

Claire took a deep breath and began her performance.

 

“Look here system (boss), although the gown being destroyed was unexpected, I shouldn’t take the blame for that.”

 

“I worked hard to help her find other clothes to get the plot back on track, running back and forth busy as can be, if I don’t have merit, I at least put in the effort, right?”

 

『Loading…』

 

The system slowly replied: 『Host makes sense.』

 

Claire rolled her eyes and then changed her tone.

 

“And guess what boss? From another perspective, I’ve also been actively doing the villainess tasks, this is — completely bullying behavior!”

 

“Look, everyone else wears evening gowns to the banquet, but I strip the protagonist’s clothes, don’t let her wear a dress, only let her wear riding clothes. What does this show?”

 

“This shows I’m truly too evil, I’m practically that evil queen from ‘Cinderella’!”

 

『……』

 

『(￣(I)￣)』

 

“Anyway, from whatever angle you look at it, you shouldn’t punish me, you should reward me instead!”

 

“Only by discovering employees’ strengths, praising when deserved, and rewarding when appropriate, can employees create more value for you!”

 

Claire was a bit impressed with herself.

 

What’s this called, reborn as painting pie in the sky for the boss.

 

“That’s my argument above, how is it, isn’t every sentence very reasonable?”

 

The system was silent for a long time before praising: 『Yes, host is a god in the field of villainess roleplay.』

 

“…Where did you learn this title from?”

 

『Praise plugin.』

 

“Are you sure it’s not the passive-aggressive plugin?”

 

At this moment, the carriage seemed to have run over some pieces of broken stones, jolting with relatively large amplitude.

 

Claire was startled.

 

Lavendia looked over with concern, Claire grabbed the handrail beside her and shook her head, indicating she was fine.

 

Sister seems very worried, how could this be.

 

Recently it’s either lack of sleep, or physically demanding activities.

 

Plus earlier always throwing herself into embraces to advance tasks, probably gave sister the impression that “Claire is delicate and weak, falls over with just a push”…

 

Claire lightly coughed.

 

The above are absolutely rumors, absolutely not true.

 

The Grendel family young lady personally clarifies: I’m very healthy, mentally normal, can handle various intense activities except being burned at the stake—

 

Lavendia sitting opposite remained silent for a while, then suddenly spoke softly: “I’m sorry, Young Lady Claire.”

 

This sentence came out of nowhere, leaving Claire confused.

 

“What are you sorry for?”

 

Lavendia lowered her eyes and said:

 

“You seem unaccustomed to riding in this kind of ordinary carriage. And earlier helping me find a gown wasted a lot of time, I’m sorry.”

 

Lavendia has an independent personality, rarely relies on others, and is even more unwilling to become someone who holds others back.

 

Claire’s nervousness, concern, and the efforts she made for her, she saw it all, and this apology was also for doubting her stance before.

 

Fortunately Claire didn’t seem to mind these things.

 

The proud blonde young lady blinked and smiled, revealing an adorable little fang.

 

“What’s there to this, don’t underestimate me.”

 

“Just experiencing a simple way of travel occasionally, what’s the big deal? Mother already spoke up, so I have no choice but to accompany you!”

 

Speaking in classic tsundere style right away, Claire felt her roleplay was becoming more and more skillful.

 

However, even when playing a tsundere villainess, some things that should be said still need to be said.

 

Claire cleared her throat and continued: “Besides, get this straight, I’m the one who needs to apologize.”

 

Lavendia raised her head somewhat puzzled.

 

She looked into Claire’s eyes, indicating she was listening seriously.

 

“Well, that… umm.”

 

“Anna is, after all, my maid. It’s because I didn’t manage her well that this kind of thing happened. Made you unable to wear the most beautiful clothes to attend this ball.”

 

Claire’s ears were slightly red, her gaze somewhat flickering. But she still straightened her back and said word by word, forcefully—

 

“As nobles, we should have the self-respect and pride of nobility. No matter what, we shouldn’t do such cheap trap tactics.”

 

“I said before, if I want to target someone, I would only straightforwardly cast a water ball spell in their face. Stabbing people in the back will only bring contempt.”

 

“I apologize to you on Anna’s behalf, Sister Lavendia. After returning to the mansion, I will hand her over to father to deal with.”

 

Lavendia listened quietly.

 

The dignity and pride of nobility… is it?

 

This kind of Young Lady Claire seems to be glowing.

 

“And… umm.”

 

However, Claire’s voice suddenly lowered.

 

“Sorry, maybe you don’t like these clothes.”

 

“Maybe you yourself also think that evening gown looked better, more suitable to show off, and such. You must be secretly blaming me, right?”

 

Speaking to this point, Claire lowered her head uneasily.

 

“Maybe those nobles also… would rather see you in an evening gown.”

 

“But as you saw, wearing this was a no-choice solution! If you still think I’m bullying you, then I, I have nothing else to say…”

 

She paused for quite a while, muttering softly: “If only I had a dress in a slightly bigger size.”

 

Lavendia didn’t know that “those nobles” Claire mentioned referred to Perin.

 

But even if she knew, she probably wouldn’t care about those irrelevant people.

 

Lavendia calmly shook her head and seriously responded: “It’s fine, I prefer these clothes.”

 

Claire raised her head: “Really?”

 

“Really.”

 

Lavendia’s expression was very gentle, with a faint smile playing at the corners of her lips.

 

Claire’s nervous appearance was too cute, making her want to tease her a bit.

 

“Young Lady Claire, what do you think?”

 

“Me?”

 

“Do you think these clothes don’t suit me?”

 

“How could that be!”

 

Claire slapped her thigh: “Sister looks good in anything—”

 

『Host, mind your character setting.』

 

The words of praise were already spoken, but took a sharp turn halfway.

 

“—but not as good as me.”

 

Oh no. Accidentally turned into praising myself.

 

Sister looks good in anything but not as good as me, what kind of talk is this, the favorability rating is going to drop!

 

Claire covered her mouth, nervously trying to make up for it: “Ah, I’m not saying you don’t look good, I mean, I…”

 

But Lavendia just slightly startled, then broke into a smile.

 

Her smile was very gentle, very soft, and carried a kind of indulgence and doting. Making one think of ice melting and plants reviving in spring.

 

“Mm, that’s right…”

 

She said with a smile: “Not as good as you.”