The Villainous Noblewoman Is About to Be Forced into Love, Isn’t This Wrong?

“Lady Liana, the library doors have been opened. Please, go inside.”
The new staff member still wanted to protest, but the experienced employees had already unlocked the entrance.
They knew better.
Between getting scolded and getting blacklisted by Liana, it was obvious which outcome was preferable.
Besides, if anyone found out they were forced into this, they’d probably receive lighter punishment.
“Smart choice.”
Liana led Loraviel inside the library.
“What’s your innate magic?” she asked.
Loraviel hesitated before answering, “…Speed.”
“Speed, huh?”
So she really didn’t know her true ability yet.
Innate magic? Speed? No.
Loraviel was the protagonist. It was never that simple.
The truth was—her real innate magic was poison.
She was born a natural assassin.
Not only did she possess deadly venom, but she could also wield the rare magic of speed.
However, Liana couldn’t just tell her that.
“Oh, by the way, your true ability is poison.”
Yeah. That would sound insane.
After all, Loraviel had never shown any signs of poison magic before.
“You. Come here.”
Liana called over a librarian.
“You know where the books on speed magic are, don’t you?”
“But, Lady Liana—this is the Venus family’s private library. Allowing a mere servant to enter is already an extreme exception...”
A noble library was not something just anyone could access.
These books were treasures.
How could they be so easily shared with outsiders?
“Hmm? A servant?” Liana raised a brow. “No. She is my property. So, of course, she qualifies.”
“…Understood.”
The librarian paused for a moment but ultimately nodded.
He led Loraviel upstairs.
Meanwhile, Liana stayed on the first floor and grabbed a book on the Lisat Kingdom.
The "Liana" of this world only had memories of eating, drinking, and playing.
Her childhood memories were fragmented.
And since this was two years before the main plotline began, she needed to understand the current political situation.
She also grabbed a few basic magic books.
The higher-level sections were filled with advanced spells she wouldn’t understand anyway.
“Tap, tap, tap.”
Footsteps echoed from the staircase.
“Got them?”
Liana glanced at the two books in Loraviel’s hands.
“Yes.”
“Let’s go.”
Liana casually shoved a few more books into Loraviel’s arms.
Back in her room, Liana let Loraviel rest on her bed.
She opened a book at random—she didn’t want to sit there awkwardly staring at each other.
“Lady Liana.”
Loraviel stood by her side.
“What?” Liana didn’t look up from her book.
“Miss Olivia… and today’s trip to the library… I truly appreciate it.”
Loraviel understood.
With her status, she would never have crossed paths with a Royal Knight.
A noble library?
That was even further out of reach.
And yet—
Today, she had walked inside and even brought books back with her.
“If you want to show gratitude, words aren’t enough.” Liana leaned back in her chair, tilting her head.
“Strip. Get on the bed.”
“...” Silence.
“Or—”
She pulled out the collar with the familiar bell.
“You can wear this instead.”
“...” More silence.
“Can’t do it?”
“…I’m sorry, Lady Liana.” Loraviel wasn’t sure what to say.
“Gratefully accept it.”
Liana smirked.
“It’s my gift. A gift from Liana Venus.
For now, just focus on learning from Olivia.
If you don’t get stronger, it’ll be inconvenient for me when I leave the estate.”
“…Understood, Lady Liana.”
Loraviel bit her lip.
“Then, since you understand—do I really need to tell you what to do next?”
“…No.”
Loraviel quietly climbed onto the bed.
One Week Later
Liana examined herself in the mirror.
A short, dark-colored skirt paired with white stockings, a light blue blouse, and a loose white overshirt for sun protection.
She twirled in front of the mirror.
Neat. Casual. Unassuming.
Not a noble lady—more like the girl next door.
Today marked Olivia’s twentieth day in the Venus territory.
In that time, Liana spent her days studying, and her afternoons and evenings attending social events to keep Ruth from getting suspicious.
By now, training should be complete.
Time to check the results.
Liana strolled toward the back garden.
Even before she arrived, she could hear their voices.
“When facing an opponent with superior strength, don’t rush to attack.”
“Instead of wasting energy, look for openings.”
“Clack!”
Once again, Olivia knocked the wooden sword out of Loraviel’s hands.
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Loraviel sat on the ground, panting, her palms slightly reddened.
“Apologies, Miss Olivia.”
“You’re not very suited for swordplay, are you?”
Loraviel was trying.
But the progress wasn’t particularly impressive.
“Try again.”
Loraviel reached for her sword—
Then froze.
From the pavilion, Liana rested her chin in her hands, watching amusedly.
“Lady Liana?”
“Take a break.”
Olivia had noticed her presence the moment she stepped into the garden.
“I want tea. And cookies.”
“Oi! Loraviel just finished training.”
“First—she is my maid. Second—she is my maid. And third— she is my maid.
If she can’t complete my orders, what’s the point of her existence?”
“You—”
“I understand. Miss Olivia, would you like anything?”
Loraviel quickly intervened, trying to avoid a fight.
“…Anything is fine.”
Olivia exhaled sharply.
In front of Loraviel, she didn’t want to argue with Liana.
To keep her at ease, Olivia had never told her the real reason she was training her.
Instead, she simply let Loraviel believe that Liana had requested it out of kindness.
And that—ironically—was one of the reasons Loraviel had started feeling grateful toward Liana.
Even though that was exactly what Liana wanted.
A lucky accident.