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

Another week had passed. By now, Liana’s daily routine had become almost set in stone.
Mornings were spent in her room studying the fundamentals of magic, preparing for the day when she could regain her abilities and immediately master them.
After lunch, she would head to the back garden to watch Loraviel train, occasionally throwing in a few sarcastic remarks. In the evenings, she would sometimes go out for a stroll, keeping up the image of an infamous villainess.
But this was taking too long.
Liana walked through the hallway, irritation clear in her steps. She was on her way to demand an explanation from Olivia—just how much longer was this going to take?!
Under normal circumstances, Mepeilu would come to see her within two weeks at most. Yet now, it had been well over a month with no sign of her.
If it were any other time, Liana wouldn’t have cared. In fact, she would have preferred for Olivia to stay by Loraviel’s side, teaching her more about magic.
That would have spared her the trouble of dealing with Loraviel herself.
But this was different.
Without Mepeilu’s visit, she couldn’t get her hands on the materials she needed. And without those materials, she couldn’t even begin researching a cure.
It had already been over a month since she last took the suppressant, yet there were still no signs of her abilities returning. This far exceeded the expected duration of the drug’s effects. The only remaining possibility was that she needed an antidote.
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And the longer she waited, the greater the risks—she couldn’t afford to waste time.
However, as she walked toward the back garden, she noticed that the estate seemed unusually lively today.
Fresh flowers had been placed throughout the hallways, and red carpets lined the floors.
Clearly, someone important was arriving.
But that had nothing to do with her.
It was probably just Countess Ruth inviting some questionable guests over again. Liana had long since stopped caring about such things.
Ruth, for her part, likely preferred it that way.
When Liana arrived at the back garden, she saw Loraviel moving her dagger with increasing ease. The small blade danced between her fingers as she sparred against Olivia, their exchanges growing more fluid.
Though Olivia wasn’t using her full strength—nor was she casting any magic—she was taking the fight a little more seriously than before.
“The biggest advantage of speed magic is catching your opponent off guard,” Olivia instructed as she moved effortlessly, countering Loraviel’s strikes.
“Observe their weaknesses carefully. Use other magic to deceive them. And the moment you find an opening, use speed magic to deliver a fatal blow.”
Loraviel spotted a brief gap in Olivia’s stance.
A chance!
“Vector Acceleration!”
Her dagger shot forward, aiming for Olivia’s weak spot.
But in the next instant—her blade was knocked cleanly into the air.
“I’ve told you before,” Olivia said, resting her wooden sword against Loraviel’s throat.
“The greatest strength of speed magic is the element of surprise. But if your opponent already knows your abilities, that strength can be turned against you. I can let you see an opening, trick you into thinking you have an opportunity.”
Loraviel clenched her fists. “Olivia-sama is truly incredible…”
No matter how hard she tried, she still couldn’t touch her.
And then—
“How pathetic. A whole week, and you’re still this useless?”
Liana’s voice drifted in.
Olivia frowned. “Easy for you to say when you’re just standing there watching.”
Loraviel was a complete beginner—not just as a swordswoman, but even as a mage.
As someone who had trained many warriors before, Olivia had rarely seen someone improve as quickly as Loraviel. The fact that she had lasted this long in battle, let alone held her own, was already a remarkable feat.
“Or are you doubting my abilities?”
She smirked. “I am a High Executor. Is it really so strange that she lost to me? Or… would you like to test for yourself whether my title is undeserved, Liana-sama?”
Liana sighed.
“A member of the Royal Knights, bullying a powerless girl? What a disgrace.”
Olivia’s fist clenched.
Liana was so damn annoying.
But she hadn’t come here just to taunt Olivia.
“It’s been over a month now. Where’s Mepeilu? Why isn’t she here yet?”
Olivia blinked. “Didn’t I mention it? Princess Mepeilu is arriving today.”
“…?”
This bitch definitely did that on purpose.
“Liana-sama,” Olivia continued smoothly. “I trust you haven’t forgotten our agreement?”
“Hm? What agreement?”
Olivia had expected that answer.
“Don’t worry, Liana-sama. I’ll be reporting everything about the past month to Princess Mepeilu in full detail.”
“Do as you like.” Liana couldn’t care less.
That Night—
The Venus estate was ablaze with light, far livelier than usual.
The sounds of elegant music filled the halls, red carpets stretched across the floors, and the scent of fine wine drifted through the air.
But Liana felt nothing but irritation.
Because she had just learned—
It wasn’t just Mepeilu who was coming today.
Her sister, Eirina, would also be returning.
And worst of all—her perverted little brother, who spent every waking moment fantasizing about turning her into a pastry, was coming back as well.
The thought alone made her head hurt.
“Liana-sama.”
Loraviel’s voice came from behind her.
“It’s time to change for the ball.”
Liana turned her head.
Loraviel had already changed out of her training attire, now dressed in a pristine, formal outfit.
This ball was a crucial event for the Venus family.
After all, among the four heirs, Mepeilu had the best reputation—and was the most likely to claim the throne.
No one in the Venus estate wanted to make a bad impression on her.
Liana narrowed her eyes. “What’s this? You’re not afraid anymore?”
At first, Loraviel had feared social gatherings.
But after a month by Liana’s side, that fear had begun to fade.
“I’ve grown used to it,” Loraviel admitted softly. “Besides—I am your maid. It’s only natural that I stay by your side at events like this.”
Liana raised an eyebrow.
“Oh.”
She didn’t seem particularly interested in Loraviel’s response.