The Villainess Wants to Make Her Husband Slim Down

CHAPTER 32

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The daughter of Count Storm, Camilla Storm, is a horrible woman.

She had inflicted a countless number of hardships on the daughter of a Baron called Liselotte. Using her wiles, she had ensnared the innocent. Once she had her claws in you, she would never let you go. She had first wrapped the First Prince Eckhart around her finger, then she went after Prince Julian.

Everyone in the Mohnton territory, who unwillingly had Camilla pushed upon them, should have been extra careful.

But the Duke of the land, Alois Montchat, had already fallen into Camilla's skillfully laid trap.

Did he surrender to her out of fear? Or was he simply caught unawares by this exiled woman?

In any case, the Duke was now under Camilla's control. The once kind and magnanimous Duke had suddenly fired servants for the most trivial of reasons, and gave their position to someone wholly unsuited to the task. Of course, Camilla was the one pulling the strings behind everything.

After taking over Mohnton, the rumours said that her next goal was to return and take another shot at seizing power in the capital.

The servants in the mansion kept away from her as much as possible, fearful of her earning her ire.

Especially when Camilla was in a foul mood. Everyone working there was utterly petrified that she would throw a tantrum at the drop of a hat and have them fired.

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Four months after arriving in Mohnton.

Today, Camilla's mood really was foul.

It was for a different reason altogether, though.

It was instead because of just how rough her skin had been having it lately.

It was caused by the swamps, not hot and dry air. The sun isn't quite as strong here, so it was gentler on the skin than the warm capital city.

However, the problem with Mohnton was the miasma.

Camilla didn't have much magical power, so she wasn't as susceptible as others to its effects. In fact, she barely noticed it at all when she first came to Mohnton. The first time she truly noticed it was when she visited Grenze, a manastone mining town, where the increased amount of miasma had caused slight aches on her skin.

But even for staying in the town for half a month, Camilla's skin had stayed lustrous and beautiful. Certainly, if she had just let herself be buffeted by those humid winds, she may have been in trouble. However, Camilla diligently looked after her skin every single day. She washed herself with soap, used creams made from herbs and milk, and sprayed olive-scented perfume on herself. So long as she did that much, she wouldn't be affected by the miasma. Or at least, that's what she thought.

After some time, she realized that her skin was beginning to suffer, even after everything she did to protect herself. Somehow, despite the humidity, her skin had begun to dry up. She felt itches in the crooks of her arms and legs. Just the other day, she even found a pimple on her cheek.

She was utterly aghast.

It had to be the fault of the miasma that had been blowing through town that served as the territory's capital throughout the past month.

Originally, this town wasn't nearby any manastone sites. The miasma usually wasn't this strong. Was this because of a shift in wind currents? Or a change in climate? Nobody really knew.

The only thing Camilla knew for certain herself was that if it became stronger, her skin would end up suffering even more for it.

Also, for any person with strong magical power, their grasp over that power will become weaker.