ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? - Chapter 29
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Chapter 29

“… You don’t look well.”

Duke Seymour spoke with a stiff expression, looking at me fiddling with a daisy.
It is shocking that two people have already pointed out that I don’t look well.

‘Philap, that bastard, is he ruining my precious skin that doesn’t have any blemishes or pores?’

This face is what I value the most. My irritation towards Philap grew even more.

Duke Seymour looked at me with a hardened face and frowned.

“Don’t tell me, if it’s because of the son of the Montez family, then please keep your dignity. Deborah. You are Seymour’s only princess. I can’t believe you’re doing something childish that not even a little kid would do. Why on earth would you do something so petty and be the talk of the town?”

From the way he spoke to me with a displeased expression, it seemed that what happened at the academy had reached his ears.

‘Ah, let it go! I’ve been working so hard to build a favorable impression with you, which had fallen into negative territory.’

Something was bubbling inside.

I faced the Duke’s cold eyes and opened my mouth.

“It’s not because of that stupid Montez guy that doesn’t understand what others say.”
“What?”
“It will be difficult to believe because of my conduct so far. This time, however, unlike in the past, no witnesses actually saw me harassing that lady.”
“…”
“And that is because I didn’t harass her. It’s just a rumor that started from the scene where Philap Montez carried an injured lady.”
“Certainly, the rumors are focusing only on the actions of the Montez’s son…”

The Duke was skeptical but understood what I was saying.

‘It was really shocking that Philap walked through the campus while carrying someone like a princess.’

So, relatively to that, I tended to get buried.
Just like a dark background that brightens the ones that are beautifully loved?

“Well, if you were going to cause trouble, you would have done so when that Montez guy appeared with a woman.”

‘I convinced him again like this because I’m a one-dimensional villainess.’

For some reason, Duke Seymour wanted to believe my words this time; so, thinking it was fortunate, I pointed at the daisies.

“The reason why I don’t look well is because I’m worried about this flower. Since it’s the flower garden my Father personally made.”

Duke Seymour narrowed his eyes at my words.

“I can’t believe you’re worried about a flower. That sounds a little absurd.”
“I mean literally. As you can see, only the daisies’ leaves are withering.”

At my words, he leaned over and looked closely at the daisies.

“… Now that I heard that, it does look like that.”
“It is not because of the atmosphere. Daisies cannot grow well in this soil.”
“How do you know that?”

I pointed to the blue hydrangeas showing a beautiful shape in the distance.

“If the hydrangea is not red but blue, it means the ground is acidic. Daisies are not suited to grow in acidic soil.”