Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

‘That's right. The Seymours had a marriage proposal with the Montez family at some point.'

Looking back, the two of them were almost engaged.

Everyone knows that Princess Deborah has been obsessed with Philap for a long time.

He just recalled the truth that he already knew through rumors, but his mood wasn't very good.

As Isidor was in an indescribably complicated mood, noisy chatter was heard on the opposite side of the hallway.

Three young ladies, dressed in beautiful clothes, approached him.

"Oh my, Mr. Isidor!"

The lady, who raised her head up high as if they had come across each other by accident, made a fuss with a surprised face.

Some lady even folded her eyes shyly, shaking her fan lightly.

They very naturally narrowed the distance between them and surrounded Isidor.

"Is something wrong?"

Isidor had his usual kind smile.

"I'm curious whether the social club run by Isidor is accepting new recruits this year."

"I think it will be difficult to increase the size of Epsilon this year."

Isidor hurriedly denied and took a step back.

Because Lady Siron tried to press her body tightly against his arm.

The scent of perfume was so strong that he felt nauseous.

‘She's being too straightforward?'

‘Indecent.'

Lady Siron actively continued the conversation, without worrying about the other ladies' stinging glares.

"That's too bad. I already declined requests to join other clubs three times because I wanted to join the club run by the Prince."

Isidor couldn't be bothered to answer, so he secretly waved his index finger.

"… Oh my God!"

Suddenly, Lady Siron's hair net snapped, and her hair, which had been tied up, messily fell all over the place.

As her appearance was ruined in front of Prince Isidor, whom she wanted to look good to, Lady Siron's face was red with shame.

Miguel, who sighed while secretly glancing at Isidor, leaned down and picked up her headdress from the floor.

"Lady Siron, your hair net has fallen."

"I can see that."

Taking the headdress from Miguel's hand with a cold expression, she disappeared from sight with urgent steps.

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"You look like friends, aren't you going after her?"

At Isidor's question, the two ladies reluctantly left.

Although they aren't close with Lady Siron, they felt pressured to do so.

"Prince. You're abusing your magic like this."

As soon as they disappeared, Miguel grumbled.

Blowing the other person's handkerchief far away, dropping their hairpin, or breaking their necklace with magic, was often done by Isidor when he couldn't bother with dealing with aristocratic ladies.

Since Isidor is one of the leading swordsmen in the empire, no one imagined that he would use magic to do such tricks.

"My overflowing ability. What if I abuse it a little?"

"I'm sure you will."

"Come to think of it, I am overflowing with a lot of things so there's no reason to stick only to the handsome guy strategy. Don't you think?"

"Aren't you changing your strategy too quickly just because you failed once?"

"Failure? The handsome guy hasn't even started yet."

"…"

"The more strategies, the better."

Isidor mumbled in a serious voice, rubbing his slender chin.

The relaxed look that was always on his face had already disappeared.

***

"A social club…"

While walking on the academy campus, I looked through the posters with introductions and promotions for social clubs with disdain.

There was one more obstacle here.

The reason why I was so worried was because social clubs, unlike college clubs, are not the kind that you can choose according to your preferences.

Pangea Academy existed for friendship and not academics, and, on that keynote, social clubs were formed and developed.

As their social debut got closer and they were at an age to make progress in each sphere, they started to bite into the social clubs.

Since depending on which club you belong to, the outcome of your social activities will change, joining a prestigious social club was the wish of all aristocrats.

Since the level of the club was determined by its members, the nobles mobilized all kinds of connections in order to join a club run by a royal family member or a high-ranking aristocrat.

For reference, in the original work, Deborah joins a social club called Omicron.

Omicron is a long-established club that has existed since the academy was founded, and it was also the one Mia would join in the upcoming future.

‘It was the epicenter of disaster.'

In the club, there was a division between the men's group, Fraternity, and the women's group, Sorority; and Deborah received backlash from tenaciously harassing and excluding the heroine from Omicron's Sorority.

‘Let's avoid this one.'

I quickly made a decision.

I didn't want to join Omicron, and I didn't want to get involved with the heroine either.

‘But are there any clubs I can join besides that one?'

Omicron is a club where families and bloodlines were highly regarded, so it was relatively easy for Deborah to join.

On the other hand, in the case of Epsilon, Tau, and Stigma, which have a reputation comparable to Omicron, one's abilities, personality, and reputation were also important criteria for selecting members.

‘Deborah's ability, personality, and reputation were the worst, so all three of them would be difficult to join.'

Of course, besides the 4 major social clubs that represent the academy, there were other easy-going clubs.

However, as a direct descendant of Seymour, joining a club run by someone from a family with a lower status than me does not look good.

If I were to join a crappy club, I would be treated as a disgrace to the family by Duke Seymour.

It was fortunate that I could only get cursed at.

If you belonged to a bad club, the biggest problem was being unknowingly ignored in the social world.

‘It's fine if they're scared of me, but I don't want to be ignored.'

As my position in the society weakens, Belreck's plan to send me far away to the western border gets stronger.

‘Ah. My head hurts.'

Deciding unusual things in the novel caused headaches, so I pressed on my temples.

The problem was whether there was a social club besides Omicron that would accept her, and my current situation was the same as well.

‘What do you mean I'm a magic major that doesn't know how to handle mana?'

It was ridiculous, so I laughed.

Deborah was from the Seymour family, so her longing and fantasy about magic were unusually big.

She insisted on magic studies as her major.

According to the rules, those who cannot handle mana cannot take magic-related subjects.

However, I have a strong supporter called the Lord of the Wizardry Association.

On top of that, Duke Seymour's twin brother, Marquis Bert, was the dean of the academy, so Deborah was able to parachute into the Department of Magic.

‘This was almost like an ultramodern hang glider…'

(T/N: The author is referring to how easily Deborah was able to get into the magic department through connections.)

There were many complaints about the ridiculous favor, and there were often people who could not hide their unpleasant feelings towards Deborah.

"I'm different from a person like you."

Whenever Deborah felt ignored, she became furious and threw away the expensive mana stone however she wanted.

That wasn't all. She even slapped the wizards from low-rank families.

Deborah's evil reputation was everywhere, but the students of the Department of Magic are probably the ones who hated her the most.

‘I don't want to go.'

My footsteps going to the magic laboratory became heavier and heavier.

While crossing the campus, in front of the fountain where the clock tower was located, I saw a man surrounded by people.

‘Isi… What was it?'

He was so gorgeous and tall that he immediately stood out, even from a distance.

‘A boat catching squids?'

Because the man was right at the center, all the men and women standing around him looked like squids.

I don't know if it was just my feeling, but it seemed that the eyes of the ladies passing by would be stuck to his face.

"That person is Sir Isidor."

Oh, right. Isidor.

"He is much more handsome than the rumors."

"I think there's a halo behind him."

Praises of his appearance could be heard everywhere.

Of course, I could sincerely relate to that.

‘Today's styling is perfect. I will give you 10 out of 10 points.'

I don't think there's anything that doesn't go well with that face, but the uniform is really something else.

The last time I saw him, he looked innocent because he was wearing a white shirt, but today he looked sexy because he was wearing a black frock coat that emphasized his broad shoulders and narrow waist.

The pomade hairstyle made his forehead and features stand out more, and, in addition to the uniform, it further emphasized his sensuality.

‘I compliment you very much.'

The novel's setting was shady in general, but the eye-candy alone was amazing.

Inwardly giving him a thumbs up, I bit my tongue as soon as I made eye contact with Isidor.

‘Don't tell me, I didn't get caught looking at him in a daze, right?'

While I was reprimanding myself for being endlessly weak to his handsome face, the young ladies around me randomly pounded on each other's arms and made a great fuss.

"Oh my. Did he just look at me?"

"He smiled at me."

So, he didn't make eye contact with me. I almost misunderstood it.

"Lady Deborah!"

However, while I was feeling relieved, Isidor called me precisely.

All the people standing around him turned their heads towards me with confused expressions.

I was also embarrassed.

‘Why does he keep talking to me?'

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