ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?  Chapter 42
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Chapter 42

‘What is that?’
‘Is that a public confession?’
‘Amazing.’
‘I can’t believe there are men who confess in such an unsophisticated way these days.’

Campus of the Department of Magic, in front of the fountain.

The students were astonished at the man holding an armful of bright red roses.

He was dressed in expensive-looking clothes and accessories from head to toe, and he felt too burdensome because it was too much.
The shiny brown boots, in particular, were the highlight.

‘Of all places, he is standing in the spot where Sir Isidor had been a while ago…’
‘It’s really unfortunate.’

He was further compared to Isidor, who only added light points to his outfits so that his natural charm could stand out.

‘Haha. Everyone is amazed at my wealth. That’s a given. I am the master of the Western Silver Mine.’

Louis Gargell enjoyed the attention she received and waited for Princess Deborah to come out of the classroom of the Department of Magic.

‘As expected, the girls in the capital look nice.’

In the meantime, he didn’t forget to glance admiringly whenever a pretty lady passed by.

After a while.
From the front door of the Department of Magic, a young lady with the words ‘Deborah Seymour’ written on her face came out.

As Deborah passed by, the people around her were very polite and got out of her way.
They were like herbivores that quickly moved away from the carnivores.

‘She is really gorgeous.’

Louis Gargell’s eyes widened.
She was an impressive woman, with long purple hair that came down her waist and a slender body.

‘She doesn’t seem to have a single bit of cuteness so she’s not my type, but she is prettier than I thought.’

Above all, he heard that that woman named Deborah was a direct descendant of Seymour and had recently demonstrated her outstanding magical talent.
She was a necessary person for the Gargell family, where no wizard was born.

He had heard rumors that Princess Deborah is evil enough to be called a viper by all men; but if he keeps her isolated in the western territories and educates her, she’ll fix her temper.

‘It’s not like I will only look at that woman for the rest of my life.’

Suppressing his cunning intentions, he approached Princess Deborah and smiled kindly.

“Greetings. Princess Deborah. I came to meet you after being introduced by Belreck Seymour. It is an infinite honor to meet such a beautiful and noble person in person.”

While he thought that it was the perfect first meeting, the Princess curled up her lips with a sneering face.

“Aah! So you’re the Thompson, no, Louis Gargell. You’re such a shameless person. How dare you put that ugly face in front of me.”
“This, what. All of a sudden…”

Louis Gargell’s expression hardened as a biting remark hit him unexpectedly.

“Catherine Bay.”

For a moment, he felt a sense of humiliation from the oppressive eyes that looked down on him. The moment the name Catherine came up, Gargell’s eyes widened.