Level 99 Villainous Daughter

Patrick and I parted ways, and I returned to my room alone.

This time, the thoughts about my parallel world counterparts filled my mind.

Although she is particularly hostile towards me, I cant help but feel hatred towards her. We have the same face, and I dont like how she talks to me, but its not the same as a deep-seated hatred.

The long hair that hides one of her eyes is probably because she doesnt have anyone to cut it for her. And that frilly gothic lolita dress is just a matter of personal preferences.

Her clothes are ridiculous. I doubt her sanity to wear such fairy-tale clothes with an air of indifference. Its even unfathomable to wear a gothic lolita dress to destroy the world.

Thanks to the clothes in the example, however, we are distinguishable from each other, so I guess I should be grateful. Can anybody tell us apart if we have the same haircut and clothes?

If we change how we talk, it would be impossible to identify even those close to us.

The idea of an enhanced version of twin-swapping came to me in surprise. Its interesting. I want to do it.

Yosh, lets do it.

I begin to act immediately.

Luckily, Im all alone now. The reason I said I wanted to be left alone was not to think but to carry out a surprise. Yup, it had to be.

I stormed out of my room and ran down the stairs. I dont want anyone to notice me. It had become a habit for me to walk with silent footsteps.

I arrived at the mansions bath. #2 must be taking a bath right now. Isnt she too careless to take off her clothes in enemy territory?

I slipped quietly into the changing room. Opening the door one more time, I found myself in the bathroom. I can hear the sound of hot water running.

Now, where is that dress? When I started searching for it, I heard a sharp voice.

There! Whos there?

#2s ability to sense the presence is amazing.

But dont worry. I have prepared a plan to deal with situations like this. I raised my voice slightly and said,

I have brought you some clothes.

The servants should at least share information with each other. I told you before, didnt I? I have no intention of wearing anything but those clothes.

I apologize, please excuse our discourtesy.

Oh, she wears that dress to bed, too? Thats not good. At least wear normal pajamas.

If I didnt leave right away, I would look suspicious, but I had already found the clothes in question. Picking it up gently, I left the changing room.

Of course, a replacement change of clothes was left. They were my regular pajamas.

Once I got #2s gothic lolita dress, I quickly changed into it and headed to Patricks.

Would he notice? Oh, these pranks are the funniest.

But changing into unfamiliar and complicated clothes took a lot of time. There are buttons in strange places and its definitely not something I would wear by myself.

Time is ticking until #2 gets out of the bath and gets angry. I had to hurry.

Frustrated by the unaccustomed frills, I skulked down the hallway and bumped into Eleanora.

#2 must have been unfriendly to her the whole time. But Eleanora didnt let that stop her from smiling at me.

Oh! Umm Yumiela-san is that okay?

Just call me whatever you want. If it gets confusing, you can call me #2 like she does.

#2 is not a pretty name. Yumiela-san is so careless about such things Ah! Now Yumiela-san is the usual Yumiela-san, the one who

I get it! Yumiela, Yumiela, shut up!

Oh! Eleanora thinks Im #2. Its amazing how effective these clothes are.

I also think my acting skills are up to snuff. The voice is exactly the same as mine, as long as I imitate her tone.

The only thing I havent been able to recreate is the hairstyle. Then, she pointed out this point.

Huh? Your long hair

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It was getting in my way, so I cut it off. Is that bad?

Are you Yumiela-san?

Ha? Ive told you many times, my name is Yumiela.

Oh, no. She felt something was wrong with my hair. Eleanora twisted her head and gave me a suspicious look.

Hmm?

What? If there is nothing else, Im leaving.

Okay good night?

Sensing that I was about to be noticed, I broke off the conversation and walked past Eleanora.

Although she hadnt been able to pinpoint it, she seemed to sense something. Eleanora strangely has good intuition.

Leaving the scene quickly, I headed for Patricks room. He doesnt have any wild intuition, he probably wouldnt know.

I knocked on his door.

Whos there?

Its me.

Yumiela?

Huh? Cant you even recognize your girlfriends voice?

After opening the door, the first thing I did was say something hateful. 100 points for perfectly mimicking #2. This will fool Patrick, for sure.

He was sitting at his desk scribbling something and only glanced at me before focusing on his task.

He was surprisingly unresponsive. I was expecting him to get defensive when #2 came into his room.

Focusing his task on hand, Patrick said,

You looked unusually distressed why are you dressing like that?

Ive been wearing this from the start. What? Are you confusing me with that girl? My hair was in the way so I cut it off.

No, youre Yumiela, right?

Our conversations dont seem to be going well. Patrick is acting strange, hes caught off guard by my disguise as #2.

No, I cant look concerned. Right now Im Yumiela #2. I mustnt act as if I care about him.

Im Yumiela So what? I dont get what youre trying to say.

Im sorry for confusing you, but

Patrick raised his gaze from his hand, looked me in the eyes, and continued.

I dont really like the way you said Yumiela #1 youre my Yumiela, right?

Oh, you talk about people like theyre your property.

Youre my own Yumiela, right?

Yes.

No, Im not Patricks property but Patricks Yumiela.

Ah, he knew all along. No wonder the conversation didnt go well.

How did you know? Except for my hair, I think I was a perfect #2.

Hmm the atmosphere or the vibe somehow feels like Yumiela.

What the?

Theres no logical explanation, then? Does it mean that he somehow recognized me as me based on his own intuition and sensitivity? Do you love me that much?

Patrick looks at my outfit from top to bottom and says,

You look good in that dress.

Oh, this dress is for disguising myself to look like #2. Ill never wear it again.

Wow. As soon as I realized that he recognized me, suddenly I felt embarrassed.

There I am, in front of Patrick, wearing a gothic lolita dress that I had told him I would never wear. What seemed like a fun surprise project had turned into an embarrassing experience.

Thinking about leaving quickly, Patrick opens his mouth.

Still, that was surprising.

But its not! It wasnt like I secretly wanted to try on this dress or anything!

It was surprising that she lent you her clothes.

Mhm, I think Im going to have to return it.

I would like to believe that Yumiela #2 is the type of person who takes long baths.

By the way, Im the opposite. I dont think theyre short but Rita often wonders if Ive taken a proper bath. If its too short, shell ask me to come join and wash with her. Ive recently increased my tally from one hundred to two hundred.

When I was thinking about it, I heard a commotion from downstairs. Ah, its too late now.

Not wanting to get into trouble where it doesnt belong, I poked my head out into the hallway and said,

Here! Go upstairs!

A thumping sound of running was heard.

Yumiela #2 appeared soon after, wearing only a towel wrapped around her.

What are you wearing?

I knew it was you! This is ridiculous!

Its what shes wearing thats ridiculous. Patrick is watching.

A half-naked woman barges into the room. Oh, shes wearing a shower cap. She didnt like my polka dot pajamas, did she?

Sorry, Im really sorry.

Rather than apologize, give me my clothes back quickly. Take them off.

Still in her towel, she grabs me, trying to get my clothes off.

At this rate, there will be two almost naked Yumiela. Who will benefit from this? Patrick might. That would be normal for him to want to see his favorite girl naked, since hes a boy, too.

Well, should I just leave it at that? One day Ill give him my chastity anyway. Think of it as just anticipating a future event. It will be in the not-too-distant future. Quicker than the whole human race wearing mysterious full-body tights learning to fly and flying automobiles.

All right, all right, Ill take it off.

You are going to say that and run away?! You cant fool my eyes!

Yumiela #2 clung to me with her wet hair in a mess, showing an unusual obsession with gothic lolita dresses. The towel is about to slip off at any minute.

Hmm? Isnt this making #2 more sensual than me?

With this scene burned into his brain, Patrick began to seek out #2 over me oh, no.

Having had a vision of the worst possible future, I interrupted the event that was about to be R-rated.

I grabbed #2s hands and held them down while I thought about ways to stop her. But, isnt she embarrassed? How can you wear a towel in front of a man, even if hes a stranger? Could it be that shes too wound up in her mind to notice Patricks presence? Shes not calm enough.

Are you aware? You know Patricks in there, right?

That guy left right away.

Eh?

I was unable to find him as I looked around the room. He seemed to have left the room quite early. Was it me who was lacking in composure?

When I was stunned, #2 rushed me.

Hurry up and take it off.

Ill take it off.

In the end, I was at the mercy of #2, who made me take off my clothes. She didnt need to do that, I would have taken it off myself.

Before long, #2 was back in her gothic lolita dress. And I was like what am I going to wear?

Hey, where are my clothes?

I dont know.

Another crisis has hit me. I dont have any clothes to wear.

I had hoped we could exchange clothes, but she had come all this way wearing only a towel.

It cant be helped. Guess Ill have to ask #2 to get it for me. When I was about to ask her for help, she opened the door, looking at me with a faint smile.

Well, youre on your own.

Hey, wait, my

My voice was drowned out by the harsh sound of the door being slammed shut.

She knew! She knew and she left me! Shes trying to get back at me. She was pretty angry, wasnt she?

But what should I do? This is Patricks private quarters. When I looked around the room for something to wear, I found a shirt hanging messily on a chair.

It was rare for him to leave his clothes unattended. Luckily he did leave his clothes.

I decided that this would do for now and put on his shirt. The shirt was quite large for my body but it was just right because it covered my lower half. Its like a dress.

Now that Ive gotten some clothes nearby, Im ready to go to bed.

Before that, I need to find Patrick and have a word with him. I leave his room and walk around the mansion looking for him.

Eventually, Ill pass someone and I will ask them where he is.

While walking down the upstairs hallway, I saw Patrick from the other side. Just my luck.

Patrick, Im sorry for making a scene in your room. It was mostly #2s fault.

Yumiela?! Your outfit is.

I checked myself to see if something was wrong. Ooh, I was only wearing Patricks shirt right now. I should thank him for letting me borrow his clothes.

Ill borrow it for a bit. #2 didnt bring my clothes, and she took the clothes I was wearing.

Ooh I didnt know that.

Patrick says, his gaze wandering.

I would also like to thank you for leaving so quickly after #2 barged in.

I appreciate you giving me some space. It was kind of embarrassing, even though she was a different person.

I guess so. She might worry about it later.

Did he also worry about #2, who was only wearing a towel?

Patrick is too saintly. If I came across him half-naked, Id be glancing at him for one reason or another.

However, even if he acts like a gentleman, he wants to embrace me deep down. Thats ridiculous, isnt it? Or maybe not.

Youre free to fantasize about it.

Yumiela, hurry up and put on some clothes. It would be bad if anyone saw you.

Eh? Im wearing clothes, arent I? I mean Im only wearing underwear underneath, but this counts as a dress, right?

No way! Dont go out dressed like that.

Patrick has been acting strange since a while ago. He wouldnt maintain eye contact with me for a while.

Huh? He keeps mentioning my clothes, but Im wearing one of his shirts. And unlike #2, Im shy, so I dont go out in public dressed suggestively.

Then, whats the problem? Do you hate it when people borrow your clothes? If so, Ive done something wrong.

Aah, sorry. Ill give it right back.

No! Dont take them off!

Im not taking my clothes off here!

Dont start acting so weird all of a sudden! I would never take off my clothes in public. Weve known each other for a long time and you know that.

Get back to your room and get dressed, quick.

Uh-huh.

Unsure of what was going on, I was walked and shoved into my room.

I have no idea what Patricks attitude was. All I could figure out was the theory that he was not attracted to me.