Chapter 1: My Perfect Life
In this world, the aristocracy reigns supreme. As the granddaughter of a Duke, I knew from the moment I was born that I was a winner.
“Do you even know who you’re talking to, you mere viscount’s daughter?”
Duke’s daughter Aliseteen Quatra was a name known to all in this royal academy.
The Duke family is a prestigious household that has served as close advisors to the royal family for generations. They have four outstanding sons and one daughter. Aliseteen has been pampered and spoiled by her parents and brothers to no end, and she firmly believes that she is the heroine of this world.
With beauty and intelligence to match, she always wears a confident smile on her beautiful face, striding elegantly through the academy with her followers in tow.
If there is one flaw to speak of, it would be——
“Come on, pick it up. Bow your head and crawl on the ground like the pathetic person you are!”
It’s an incredibly twisted personality that Aliseteen has, and that is her only and biggest flaw.
That’s why she was famous in many ways.
Entering this academy at the age of thirteen and spending just over three years here, Aliseteen had become a tyrant who ruled this small society.
“I apologize, Quatra-sama.”
“No, I won’t forgive you. You used flirtatious gestures towards Julian-sama, who is my fiance and that’s unacceptable!”
She bullied the only daughter of a Viscount, accompanied by a few followers. Her behavior was truly that of a “villainess.”
“How despicable of you to approach him asking for advice.”
“No, that’s not it! His Highness Stratis just gave me some advice while I was studying in the classroom. Please believe me, Quatra-sama!”
Covered in mud, the Viscount’s daughter begged for forgiveness, tears streaming down her face.
Oh, how embarrassing. It’s so unsightly that I can’t even imagine doing something like that.
If you were born as a Viscount’s daughter, you should act with awareness of your position.
It’s because you shamelessly went after someone else’s fiancé that this happened.
I stepped on her hand as she desperately tried to gather scattered textbooks and parchment with the heel of my loafers.
“Ouch, it hurts…!”
“My heartache is nothing compared to this! Hurry up and pick them up!”
Even as I laughed, my followers seemed to tremble as they watched me grind her hand underfoot.
Hmph, is this all you’ve got? It’s not like there will be any consequences for me, even if I mess with just one Viscount’s daughter.
As I turned my gaze behind me, my followers also trembled in fear.
Everyone supported me, knowing that if they went against me, they would end up covered in mud tomorrow.
“How dare you try to steal Stratis-sama from Aliseteen-sama? You have no idea of your place!”
“That’s right! You can’t compete with Aliseteen-sama, who has both beauty and pedigree!”
“You should apologize more!”
Surrounded by the scolding of those around her, the Viscount’s daughter eventually burst into tears, rubbing her face against the ground.
How boring. I hate ugly people.
Completely losing interest, I flipped my skirt and glanced briefly at her.
“If you’ve learned your lesson, don’t ever get close to Julian-sama again.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
“Hmph.”
I dismissed her apology with a snort and left the scene.
Oh, I forgot to silence her. Well, even with her lacking intelligence, she should understand that if she tells anyone else, she’ll face even worse consequences.
“What a terrible lady to make Aliseteen-sama sad!”
“Thank you for telling me, Sanna.”
“N-No, it was only natural for me to do so!”
One of my followers, Sanna, with flushed cheeks, speaks out. She was the one who reported to me that that daughter was getting close to my fiancé, Julian-sama.
Whether it was true or false, it didn’t matter.
If I pretend to believe Sanna and praise her, the other daughters will also try to be useful to me like her.
It’s a simple matter that even a monkey can understand, to side with anyone who will benefit me.
As the daughter of the prestigious Quatra family and the fiancé of Julian Da·Stratis, the fourth prince of the Luvalantia Kingdom, no one can disrespect me.
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