Villainous daughter who loves her hand-me-downs – Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Duke’s Residence│Read translated stories and daily updates at: Awebstories.com

I woke up in a small room where I live alone. I knew it was a dream…. A week has passed since the tea party, and I am living as Adele in the Duke’s residence in Royal Capital.

I have read the book many times since then.

The villainess fell in love with the second prince at the tea party.

Her father, the Duke, is the greatest wizard in the land, the villainess herself has great magical abilities, and the royal family originally thought the villainess was one of the best candidates for marriage, so the engagement went off without a hitch.

All was well until the heroine showed up.

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I’m not a fan of this.

Class subjects include etiquette, dance, embroidery, magic, history, and geography. Some classes are taken with Tristan.

I was very excited the first time I used earth magic. It’s true that I did it, but I don’t know how to explain it exactly.

It was helpful that Adele’s body knew how to dance. Her partner was Tristan. It’s embarrassing to be that close, but it’s always nice to see a beautiful boy up close. Tristan has long eyelashes. His skin is smooth.

It’s fun to learn new things, and it takes your mind off other things.

The Duchy of Tegperi is located southwest of Brutri, the capital of the Kingdom of Meterin, and is a thriving agricultural area. West of the capital is Sanju, a port city with delicious seafood. There is only one dungeon, and the magical stones and resources extracted from them contribute to the economy of the area.

My father is the leader of the royal mages and usually stays in the capital, leaving the management of his domain to his deputy. He is often traveling, but he loves his children. He has blond hair, blue eyes, and a down-to-earth demeanor.

At dinner the day after the tea party, my father asked me what impression I had of the second prince, but I didn’t know because I had only greeted him. I replied that I was tired and did not want to go to the tea party again. He answered in the affirmative and continued his meal.

My father had a cultured air, much like Tristan. He was tall and popular.

My mother died when Adele was four, and he has no intention of marrying again.

I wonder how her family is doing in Japan.

The day before yesterday, I cut my hair. Adele’s hair used to be waist length, but now it’s below her shoulders. That’s pretty short for a noblewoman.

People around me were surprised, but I said, “This length is in fashion right now.”

I changed my hairstyle partly because the villainess had a vertical roll hairstyle, but mostly because I found the long hair distracting.

It improved the look of the villainess and reduced the weight of her hair and the workload of the maid.

It made me feel lighter.

The overstuffed dress makes it difficult to move around, and the buttons and bows in the back make it impossible to change it myself.

I’m dreading it, but it’s probably too expensive. I’ll put up with it until I’m bigger and get new dresses.

Why do we have to wear dresses in the house? For someone like me, who used to wear a leotard as loungewear, it’s difficult.

I was in a precarious situation, but little by little, I got used to this life and settled in.

The fact that I am Adele is real, and I can’t help what I have become.

I don’t have stiff shoulders, I’m a beautiful girl, I can do magic, and my family is rich. Thank God.

Aside from the haircut, I try to model myself after Adele’s behavior, but since I’m an adult Japanese woman, it’s sometimes hard for me to react when people treat me like a child or a lady. Especially when it comes to bathing. I don’t feel comfortable doing that.

People around me seem a little puzzled by my change, but they just let it slide because they think I’m that age.

I would really like to eat Japanese food.

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Midnight… I’m lying on the floor of the bathroom, alone.

I drank too much herbal tea before going to bed and woke up in the middle of the night because I had to go to the bathroom.

But I didn’t want to get out of the warm bed, so I woke up in the middle of the night wishing the toilet would come to me.

The next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom.

(What the hell!)

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