Because She Had A Time Limit, She Became The Villain’s Daughter-in-law

Finally, the day for the banquet hosted by yours truly.

As time went by, I received several guest invitations and I have written an awful lot of letters. The villa turned out to be very fancy because the budget allocated to it was huge. Though it couldnt be comparable to a banquet at the Imperial Palace, still, it was quite large for the southwestern region.

Miss Laria, shall I put on more dark makeup?

No, its fine.

But, you look so gentle right now.

What can I do about my looks?

Youre already small

Lisa kept sighing. She was worried about the territorial situation here.

Then, rather than making it clumsy, Id rather be like Lady Olivia.

That could look a little funny.

In fact, thats what I think, too.

One might wonder why she was so concerned about not being yet an adult, although I thought it was perfectly legitimate.

In this world also exists the eighth-grade syndrome. So, the gang fight was the fiercest in the early to mid-teens. And, because the subtle emotions of that time continue into adulthood, even adults have been trying to create factions for their children since childhood.

In that sense, Duke Icard, who sent Evan to the Academy, was a very indifferent father.

Evan never formed a faction throughout his childhood in the capitals society. Besides, there was no announcement that he, who had brought me in as his daughter-in-law, would host a tea party or anything like that either.

So, that pretty much meant stay quiet and die slowly.

Ive heard that Count Yuvinarts Young Lady Well, if you get along well with Young Lady Vietti Yuvinart, you wont get much damage in this area.

In other words, if you dont get along with her, youll get stomped hard. In a way, this is just a useless childish brawl of children. Who would be serious about such a little thing

However, apparently, it was I who was that who.

Well see.

It was childish and insignificant, so I had to win for sure.

While Lisa put her soul into dolling me up, Evan came in with a knock.

Hmm.

Evan frowned as soon as he came in and saw me. He opened his mouth slowly.

II dont think its good enough.

Really? What is it?

The dress doesnt fit on your face.

Is Evan a man who has delicate standards of beauty? At his words, I tilted my head as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.

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I think its pretty good, though?

Lisa, who picked out the dress, also asked back with a nervous look.

Why, Young Master? Does the design look too old?

No, the color is a little hazy.

He replied with his arms folded. Evan was already dressed in perfect attire and even wearing a red cravat.

Is there a dress thats as bright as when you went to a horse racing event?

Oh Is that so? I see. Young Lady is the host of the banquet, so it should be a little more colorful.

At that, Lisa put a few dresses in front of her and started pondering again. There were a total of six extremely flamboyant dresses made in the Capital for this banquet. I thought any dress would do, but Duke Icard said to prepare as many colors as possible, depending on the weather of the day.

Shall we boldly try the bright yellow?

Mmh, yellow makes her face look pale.

Not exactly, though How about this green dress?

It doesnt go terribly well with Larias hair color.

Lisas expression began to become more subtle, perhaps because she didnt know Evan would express his active opinion, like Serena.

Is that so? What about this orange color?

I think itd be better if it was a little darker.

Then purple?

No, in a warmer color than that

Mmh

Eventually, Lisa muttered, lifting up the last remaining dress, She usually wears a lot of red dresses, so I wanted to try a new challenge today

I think that would be a great fit.

At that, Evan swiftly answered with a pleased smile.

Then, make yourself comfortable.

It seemed that he must have known that we have been uncomfortable with his existence so far, so he went out with a fresh gesture as if he had achieved something.

Evan seems to be quite obsessed with red.

I spoke as I changed into a new dress.

I guess hes a little narcissistic.

It was usually normal for children to like the color of their eyes.

Replying to me, Lisa shrugged.

I couldnt know Lady Matilda had red hair, and maybe thats what Young Master heard.

Oh, really? I guess that must be why.

I added casually.

Evan didnt really say what he liked. Its kind of weird of him to beat around the bush like that.

Please understand, Miss Laria. Young Master doesnt want anything from anyone. No, its more like he thinks he shouldnt hope for anything.

In the end, such a tendency was also a trace of trauma.

I feel sorry for him.

Anyway, after wearing all kinds of accessories, I became a lovely girl. My complexion had improved these days, thus I hadnt shown any signs of pain.

As I waited with Evan in the splendid banquet hall, guests began to arrive one by one. Personally, the goal of todays banquet was twofold First, creating a starting point for social domination. And second, find out what the Vestian Dark Information Guild wants from me by contacting Sven.

Hello, Your Highness. Welcome to the Southwestern Region. Almost everyone greeted me gently with courtesy.

Lets interact often and get along.

Meanwhile, there was a group of people who greeted each other briefly and laughed together.

Thats her. Children of my age flocked around Count Yuvinarts Young Lady, Vietti, and her closest friend, Viscounts Young Master, Bern. As they would give me a glimpse and laugh suddenly, it felt rather bad.

This is the end, you guys. Smile to your hearts content for now.

Meanwhile, Evan stood by me with a calm look on his face.

Obviously, my first dance partner was Evan. Since we were a married couple, there was no procedure in asking for a dance. It was just natural as this place was the Icards villa.

Wow, Evan! Still, it was surprisingly good to be dancing with Evan along with the music.

Look, the petals are falling off.

In this season, petals are fluttering out at the big window.

Its so pretty.

Nice music, an old-fashioned but cute husband, falling flowers, and a beautiful spring night.

Yes.

Evan didnt even look at the window, as his gaze was fixated on me. He nodded slowly with a light smile painted on his face.

Its really pretty.

After the first dance with Evan, I was catching my breath.

Good evening, Miss Laria.

I bit my lower lip slightly, pretending not to be surprised.

Thank you for inviting me.

He had wavy blonde, vivid green eyes, and a soft aura.

Im Seymour Gold Letucia.

Even though weve never met before, he didnt call me Young Madam, but called me by my name instead.

I havent been in the Southwest for a long time either.

The male lead was the male lead, after all. Although he was a young man who was a commoner and lived only as a baron, Seymour looked somehow elegant.

I hope we can stay close together in the future.

Oh yes, nice to meet you.

May I ask Miss Laria for the second dance?

Seymour slowly reached out his hand.

What? Why is he being so straightforward? What does he mean, the second dance? No, I cant avoid you if you come this strong.

However, fortunately, I had a way of avoiding him.

Cough.

I forgot because I havent coughed these days, but I was a patient after all.

Laria?

Evan, who had a bad memory of me bleeding, held me by the shoulder and reacted frighteningly.

Cough, cough. Im sorry, Baron Letucia.

I gasped, grabbing Evan by his arm, and staggered for a moment.

Im actually not feeling well. Im a little out of breath after one dance.

Laria, lets go get some rest.

Though he acted indifferent after coming to the banquet, Evan, now, could not hide his restless expression. At that, I smiled brightly as I stood up again in fear of rumors circulating.

Its not much of a symptom, but I think I need to rest for now. Im sorry, Baron.

Its nothing.

Seymour glanced at Evan, who was still slightly shorter than him, and smiled before continuing his words.

Banquet nights are long.

I simply blinked with a smile on my face.

As expected, haughty punk. Even though he was a commoner, his position was secured by his male leads buffs

If by any chance he would have noticed that I was following Seymours footsteps, it could have been me who should be treated as a competent stalker.

Is he blaming me or sharpening his sword, knowing that I had taken what was his?

Of course, despite it would be just an assumption pressed by a peerage noble, it would be a loss to me if such a scandal went around. He was a human being whom I should never get entangled with, anyway.

But, at that moment

Im sorry, but

Half-buried in Evans arms, he stared at Seymour with a cold look on his face.

Since Im already here, its hard for Laria to accept your suggestion to forget about her little husband, who is far away from her.