1 One-Sho (1/2)
I am a Villainess.
But I thoroughly enjoy my role.
I think the gods were fair when they sent me here.
Am I not sent to be the Messenger of Doom for the unsuspecting real villains in this world?
I've been ready. I'm born for the role.
Now, I will conquer.
***
I ended up in an Otome Game- Yan Yan Yandere, the ultimate Yandere otome game in the market. It was an absolute hit among fujoshis, young and old.
The game was about a sweet little bunny-like girl who was sent to an elite school after she managed to pass the strict entrance exam.
There she met several male students who ended up being admirers of hers.
I personally shipped the heroine with the Crown Prince as I enjoy shipping the original couples best. Plus, masochists males with sad backgrounds were my thing.
And as all cliche transmigration stories go, I found myself waking up into the villainess of the story's body. My name is Eliza Herrington.
But you can call me Eli.
***
The yandere villainess, Eliza was the fiancee of the future Knight Captain, Henry Whillard. Her character was one of the most disliked character for how petty and vicious she was. She was utterly incorrigible and used all means to dispose her rivals. Of her methods, she favoured either setting people on fire, or unscrupulous schemes.
She had loyal followers, a myriad of admirers and tons of money.
This kind of winner in life was known as a lowlife villain in an otome game. Really, I laugh at the ludicrous common sense of a girl game.
However, now that I am Eliza, I will use this life well spent.
If I were to doom myself in the end, it would be one without regrets.
That is, if the condemnation event will actually happen succesfully in this lifetime.
***
”Eliza.”
”Yes?”
The tall beautiful lady in a sleek auburn ombre dress was smiling gently, drinking the freshly dried flowers-infused tea.
”Eliza...?”
”Yes, my dear Father?”
The handsome middle-aged man with a few creased lines at his eyes wearily frowned.
”Father would like to ask you something.”
”My dear Father, you can ask anything from this daughter of yours.”
”Then, my dear daughter. May I ask if the fire at the palace last night your doing?”
Eliza smiled contentedly as she bit into a lavender earl grey macaron.
”Father, how could you ever think that? Your dear daughter knows that our family are staunch monarchists. Why and how would your daughter ever set fire into the Palace's study room that is heavily guarded?”
Her father's eyebrow twitched. Then why was there a note in his daughter's favourite lemon citronella-scented paper handwritten in beautiful cursive writing mocking the crown prince on the table of the desk as evidence?? Also, the crude drawing of his Highness in ... unspeakable positions with his male retainers... Why did Lord Herrington feel that this had the scent of his daughter everywhere?
Fine, perhaps someone was framing his dear daughter.
”And my dear Eliza...”
Eliza's eyes brightened as she bit onto a coffee flavoured dacquoise. The new patisserie was definitely a keeper! She marked her approval in her head.
”Were you the one who also revealed the Prime Minister's son's secret cabaret and underground casino to the King causing His Highness to sent a decree to exile the Prime Minister's entire family?”
Eliza's amethyst eyes widened in surprise.
”The club belonged to Lord Albert? Oh dear, Mary was harassed at the club and so I had thought to bring poor Mary justice.”
Here, Lord Herrington's eyesbrow twitched. The Mary, who looked like a hulk, was harassed? Even if you paste gold on Mary, Lord Herrington would still not believe that anybody would want to willingly harass that ”female”.
”But Father, Lord Albert was hiding his intel and spies inside the casino, this I heard from Lady Yolanda, his ex-fiancee. I'm shocked to hear that the spies were in cahoots with Wraithly country. Weren't we sworn enemies with the country?”
The fair girl before him cocked her head adorably, her lips pursed in confusion as her soft red hair fell gently around her face.
At her words, Lord Herringon paled considerably. Revelation hit him and he quickly pat himself on the back for removing himself from his partnership with the Lindt family by his daughter's request.
”But, Eli my darling. You surely wouldn't have anything to do with the Baron's new daughter's debut party scandal, would you?”
At this, Lord Herrington shivered a little.
The bunny-like sweet girl with pink blonde twintails came to mind. To think that she was actually someone so... promiscuous.
At the remembrance of what he had heard, his regal face blushed red. To also think that the twin sons of General Raltor were so... brave as to do such a thing in public.
And for the crown prince to even make a scene in front of all the nobles.
Unheard of!
”Father,” Eliza blinked her eyelashes innocently, ”I have no idea. What happened?”
Lord Herrington coughed and brusquely replied her.
”Ah then nevermind.”
As he stared at his daughter, he couldn't help but be suspicious. His daughter's personality, he well understood. But nevermind, she was still his dear daughter.
”And my dear daughter, I heard rumours about you and Professor Tuxley.”
Lord Herrington cleared his throat when he recalled what the Dean had told him. His daughter had still not officially dissolved her previous engagement. For him to hear such things from the Dean, this was perhaps rather inappropriate.
At this, Eliza finally paled as the teacup clattered as she lost her grip.
”Father, what did you say?”
Confused, Lord Herrington repeated his words.
Immediately, Eliza got up, her billowing silk sleeves almost spilling the assortment of high tea delicacies in a golden gilded cage on the table. In a panic, she made to head to the door.
”Father! I'll be leaving Autlandia for a short trip. I have forgotten I promised Lady Yolanda to visit the Greenvale Mountains with her!”
”But Eliza!! It is in the middle of a deep winter there now!”
Before Eliza could scurry off, a black shiny leather boot stepped into the room.
Following those lanky legs were the stiff maroon military uniform of the Captain of the Knights.
Lord Herrington face was filled with surprise as he starred at the chiselled face of Henry Whillard.
”Whillard, how nice to see you!”
However, Lord Herrington's voice faltered when he remembered the rumours about his daughter and Professor Tuxley. He glanced at his daughter who was sitting demurely at the table, as if what had happened just now was an illusion.
Henry Whillard smiled genially as he bowed his head slightly while holding onto his silver sword, his pale blonde hair gently sleeked back.