I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 97: A Bloodthirsty Revolutionary Apologizing

I looked at myself in the mirror, completely transford. Hair extensions took my hair down to my back, a dusting of powder on my cheeks left them rosy, with a beauty mark below my eye. I didn’t need contacts, my purple eyes were beautiful on their own, but what caught off guard was the dress.

The puffed part hid my masculine arms, but they decided to put a cowardly neckline on , which makes it look like I have breasts of a respectable size. With a necklace around my neck, a pair of feather earrings, and a bracelet, I looked worthy of a noble lady.

Honestly, I’d totally hook up with myself, because this "Daria" beca too sexy. Elizia managed the feat of turning trosexual.

I pick up a fan, opening it and looking at myself in the mirror while seeing my lips and chin covered by a bluish curtain. Is it possible? Do I have a knack for this? Considering my experience and excessive contact with won, you could say I absorbed so of their manners and know how to imitate them.

"Oh my my my, how beautiful!"

Elizia practically yells those words in my ear, skipping with admiration as I spun on the small platform the stylist lent us so that the grace of Daria Moonlight could be exposed to the world.

"It’s not as bad as I thought... Okay, you managed to impress this ti, I confess."

"See? I told you that no matter how you are, you’ll remain beautiful!"

She steps onto the platform and holds my hands, obviously wanting to dance in the middle of that room. I naturally give in, I have no reason to fear Elizia, but I didn’t expect to end up being dominated mid-steps.

She places her hand on my waist forcefully, in a way I’ve never felt and no one has ever dared to apply to , guiding through the store space in an extrely impressive manner. Wow... wait, why are you glowing like a soap opera heartthrob? Enough of that.

I cut the step before the situation escalates into sothing I don’t want, letting go of her hands and her grip. Hey, you damn woman, stop ssing with my feelings!

"Hehehehe, careful with my charm, Miss." She winks and kisses my gloved hand, ending the mont in a way that makes my heart race. "Miete, I’ll take everything!"

The stylist nods, while I stand there in the middle of the room, orbiting a strange feeling growing in . No way in hell, did I start to enjoy dressing like a woman just because of this experience?! So... so does that an Leonhardt, that son of a bitch, traumatized like this?!

Look, I have nothing against those who do it, but I particularly didn’t want to be part of it.

Ah, Elizia put everything in the bag, great. I also receive so help with makeup removal before leaving, but so mascara or lipstick must have remained. It will co off during the bath or sothing.

We stop in the middle of the semi-deserted comrcial area. Even though it’s morning, when you’d expect maximum movent, there’s almost no one. The objective this ti is to return to the inn we rented, where Victorian is and where a beautiful al awaits us, because this whole trip has left hungry.

"Elizia, tell , how did you manage to et so many people to help us in such a short ti?"

"It’s skill, sweetie. You need good speech to please people and make them trust you, but if you want to know, I have an old acquaintance in the city that I was dying to see, so through her I got all these contacts."

"A friend, huh? Will you introduce ?"

"No. You’re too perverted for soone like her."

As always, I’m read like a book. I shrug and we continue the trip towards the inn. The entrance isn’t very glamorous, in fact, this was the cheapest we found before I got involved in the plan to get the Mayor. I don’t even bother to read the na, walking straight in and heading inside, where a soft sll of beer and roast mutton awaits .

"Darius!"

Soone I know called as soon as I entered, that’s a bad sign. I make sure not to even look, pretending I didn’t hear, and quicken my pace, lightly pushing Elizia’s back so we can go up the stairs right away. Unfortunately, that’s not enough to shake off that dog who insists on biting my sleeve to get attention.

"Who is it? Ah, Leonhardt..."

Yes, the bastard again. I want to know what kind of curse follows to keep us together.

"Weren’t you supposed to be... you know, very far from here?"

"Well, the airship had problems right when we were supposed to depart! You have no idea how disappointed I was, now they’ve delayed the flight until tomorrow. At least it ans I can spend more ti with you before I leave!"

Go to hell. I don’t want you near , especially carrying that creature cursed by the seven seas that’s practically glued to you, that Philou! I sigh, giving the dog a light punch on the chest. I’ll give in just this once... no, wait, what if he’s having those weird thoughts again?

Leonhardt plays for the other team, I’m absolutely certain! That’s why the original relationship in the story had zero chemistry, this guy wants to get laid in the ass!

"Fine, just make sure you don’t bother us."

"I won’t bother you, rest assured. How about we have a drink? I was really missing so ad!"

"I’ll choose wine, I’m more refined. Elizia, can you go upstairs to drop the things off in our room?"

"Of course, Darius..."

She answers a quietly, and now that I pay closer attention, Elizia’s gaze is kind of locked on Leonhardt. He also seems to stare back, with sparks of electricity forming between the two... actually, it looks like sothing even worse than that, it’s not a type of anger or tantrum born out of jealousy or anything of the sort.

There is a cold, murderous feeling in the middle, like a lion and a jaguar sizing each other up and deciding if the snack is worth fighting for. Hey, I don’t want to be the snack in the middle of this, both of you stop it!

Elizia quickly goes up the stairs, while Leonhardt’s face returns to normal and I follow him to a table. Philou is there showing a rather indifferent face, as if she had nothing to comnt to , which by itself makes happy because I don’t like talking to psychopaths.

We sit down and finally I can find so ti for my mind to relax in this environnt. A place like this is good, with a drink, even better! After placing so orders with the bartender, everything was quickly put on the table, including my wine, because today I feel classy after dressing up as a woman.

Philou looks at her mug and then raises her face to , which gives a little scare and even makes the glass cup tremble in my hand.

"Darius" she says, hissing every word and increasing my fear. "Thank you."

Huh? Tha... what? What did you say?

"Thank you for opening my eyes, now I understand what needs to be done."

What do you an? I can’t understand you.

"If you hadn’t said that I would be forgotten as just one among many, erased in the flas of a failed revolution, I would have accepted death. I also hold no resentnt, besides, I believe you made the right choice considering your family mbers were there."

I slowly tilt my head, making a surprised Pikachu face, while checking with my eyes to Leonhardt if all that was true, or just a trap created by the demon. He nods his head positively several tis, even seeming to like the developnt of things.

Are you telling that... this villainess, this one who wanted to put a rope around the king’s neck, is apologizing and thanking ?

"I also... wanted to know more about Master Brenan..."

Shit, why bring that up now? I don’t know anything about the guy besides his existence in the novel, don’t tell you want his location and a recomndation!

"But I don’t feel worthy enough yet."

Phew, you were close to giving a heart attack!

"Therefore, please, I want you to help find him when my sword is hungry for power. I feel I can trust you."

I don’t know about that, huh. You are a lunatic with a high risk of committing genocide, I can only hope that Leonhardt’s radiant presence has actually changed you, which I don’t doubt considering this idiot’s violent tendencies!

"Aww, how cute!" soone says at the next table, imdiately breaking our conversation. "Are you going to confess, too?"

I look at the bastard bothering us, but I quickly lose the urge to ntally curse and just blink. It’s the orc, that sa orc I saw on the sidewalk! What the hell are you doing here? Ah, she’s eating with the others...

Philou imdiately jumps up from her chair, shooting that murderous look through her red hair. Shit, shit, shit! We’re totally screwed!

"What did you say?"