Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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"Duke Visconti. Are you not going to avert those insolent eyes from me? Do you forget that I am part of the imperial family?"

The third prince said sarcastically as he looked at me.

"Deborah. I keep thinking about how I ruined your dress last time, so we should go together to the boutique... Eh?!"

The third prince couldn't finish his words.

This is because Isidor, who had an atmosphere cold enough to give you goosebumps, suddenly threw a pair of leather gloves at the third prince's face.

He threw them with such force that a red mark appeared on the pale face of the third prince, as if he had been slapped.

"What, what is this...?"

The expression on the third prince's face was quite a sight. He also seemed nervous.

"Aren't you trying to flirt with my lover right in front of me as if you're determined to have a duel?"

Isidor said with an indifferent voice without hesitation, unlike his fierce energy.

I felt that he seemed even colder because he was suppressing his anger.

"I don't know why it surprises you, knowing that I wouldn't let such an obvious provocation pass; there's nothing that scares me now."

"Haha! He's crazy..."

The third prince let out a hollow laugh as if it were absurd.

Picking up the gloves that fell to the ground in the midst of this means he would accept the duel, so the third prince remained unfazed.

"Well, let's go our separate ways."

The situation was different from that of other nobles who couldn't reject a duke's duel request.

As a pacifist, I hoped the third prince would go home without creating any more trouble.

"Maybe, are you thinking of running away?"

Isidor mocked, and the third prince just gritted his teeth.

As the tense confrontation continued, people around us began to comment.

The third prince appeared at the end of the liberal arts class, so the academy students started gathering near the campus. My face stiffened with embarrassment.

"Darn it. I'm getting useless attention again."

I'm really trying to get rid of my fear of attention, but...

"What the heck is going on?"

"Hey, can't you see the gloves?"

"Oh, a duel!"

People began to surround us as rumors spread like wildfire that Isidor had challenged the third prince to a duel.

"Oh my God! A love triangle!"

"Wow. By the way, there's a duel because of her, but how can her expression look colder than ever?"

"I knew it. Lady Deborah... She has no blood or tears..."

"It's not that."

I froze due to the unexpected situation.

I became a notorious person for being cold-blooded, and things gradually flowed in a strange way.

Isidor, who always wore gloves, creating suspicion that he had mysophobia, showed his bare hands to the world.

The reason was very clear.

A pair of gloves on the ground. Two men and one woman.

Everyone could quickly understand the situation with this obvious scenario.

Above all, duels often occur between men who are love rivals and are in their vigorous youth, where emotions take over their brains.

However, the fact that Duke Visconti was the subject of this love dispute was a great shock to everyone.

This is because he was famous for being patient and rational enough to deal with his fellow knights.

"I never thought that Duke Visconti, who normally doesn't care about anything, would be so romantic!"

This was much more surprising than the fact that they were in a serious relationship.

It was also because their thoughts were implicitly mixed with the background of Princess Deborah and the magical tower.

"Hick. Isidor certainly tried to throw a pair of gloves at me... I guess it wasn't a joke."

Thierry, who joked unknowingly about that, wiped cold sweat as chills ran down his spine.

"Once a person who normally looks calm and calm explodes, wouldn't they explode horribly like a flame? I guess that must be the case with our vice-commander Isidor."

"But since when did the third prince become interested in Deborah?"

"That's what I wonder."

"Anyone would know the fact that Lady Deborah and the Duke are in a serious relationship. The third prince is really amazing."

Even if the third prince is far from the throne line, he is still a member of the imperial family.

Moreover, he was mentioned briefly one or two times among the ladies recently because he is surprisingly handsome.

When the third prince, one of the dark horses, suddenly intervened between Duke Visconti and his relationship with Deborah, an even more provocative picture was completed.

The academy began to turn upside down at the raw love dispute that happened after a long time.

Javier, the third prince, on the other hand, did not understand how things had come to such extremes.

"They said they weren't really in a good relationship..."

The third prince took his relationship lightly when Deborah, who had exchanged marriage conversations with Duke Montes, changed her heart to Duke Visconti, as if flipping the palm of her hand.

However, Isidor suddenly challenged him to a duel, the person who used to wield his sword in the North.

"Things turned into a disaster."

In reality, the third prince deliberately came to look for Deborah at a time when there were many students.

He calculated that she wouldn't be as haughty as last time in a place with many eyes, and she couldn't easily reject his offer since she is a member of the imperial family.

Of course, the same applied to Duke Visconti.

The third prince thought of taking her to the boutique with a good excuse to make up for the ruined dress.

However, a duel suddenly arose out of nowhere.

He doesn't know if it was Isidor's intention, but he changed the situation under the scenario of "man vs. man" instead of "imperial family vs. duke."

"Crazy bastard."

The major problem is that he is not sure of beating Duke Visconti.

"Darn it! Do I have to be prepared to be paralyzed by this kind of thing? That idiot Isidor. How dare he make a joke of the imperial family!"

The moment the third prince gritted his teeth to the point where a crunch was heard, the president of the academy, who heard the news in passing, arrived at the scene.

During his tenure at the Academy, he didn't want to be remembered as the president who had, for the first time in the academy's history, a duke and a member of the imperial family with swords at their throats.

The president desperately begged those young people who were younger than him.

"Oh, my God! Why are you doing this?"

"..."

"Everyone, please calm down!"

Fortunately, the third prince had not picked up the gloves yet!

The president knelt and pleaded in front of them to stop.

"I'll take a step back today for the sincerity of the president, but there is no next time. Duke Visconti, I will see how long you will remain a cold-blooded person. You will surely regret what happened today."

Finally, the situation ended absurdly when the third prince disappeared while complaining.

One of the boys who was watching murmured with a grim expression.

"Honestly, he tried his luck because she's pretty, but I think he backed down because his sword skills might not measure up at all."

"Didn't he deliberately wait for someone to stop them?"

"It's reasonable to doubt. He seemed out of shape."

The boys reacted lightly, and some ladies began to seriously debate what Deborah's charm was to make even a Duke and a member of the Imperial family on the verge of a duel.

"According to Lady Arin, her vassal... She has a cold charisma like the Ice Queen."

"I see, that's what it was."

"Whether the duel is in front of her eyes or not, I think her coldness and confidence in not flinching are astonishing."

The next day.

Some boys doubted their eyes when they saw a group of women in dark purple dresses.

"Why are they wearing such terrifying eye makeup? They look like witches."

"If that's due to a trend, I really don't like it because it seems too scary."

"Be careful with those words. They're copying Lady Deborah."

"Heuk."

"What do you mean by copying her? Jake! Don't speak carelessly with that ugly mouth of yours!"

"We expect a bit more sincerity from you, as you always copy Lord Isidor's style."

The women who overheard the boys' conversation disappeared after looking at them with coldness.

"I think they're somehow copying Lady Deborah's way of speaking. But I could be wrong, right?"

"Javi! What the hell are you doing outside?!"

The fourth queen felt like exploding at her son's nonsense.

Mia couldn't properly show her presence in the center of the social world, even when the fourth queen had invested a lot in the precious holy blood.

But she never thought that even her son would help Deborah stand out even more.

That wasn't all.

All the problems he went through on the northern battlefield faded away due to his dispute with Duke Visconti.

This was because Javier returned after rejecting the duel.

Most knights thought his act was unbecoming of a man. Even the manly lords of the north thought so.

There will surely be some who doubt the military prestige of the third prince and ridicule him for it.

She was so frustrated because her son came back with the excuse of the president's persuasion.

"No matter how fervently the president begs, you made a wrong judgment."

"Everything happened for a reason. Hadn't you said that everything would go as you wished anyway?"

However, her eldest son didn't think of listening to scolding and left again.

"Sure, if only the plan would be carried out correctly..."

The fourth queen rubbed her sore forehead, then stood up with a cold expression and disappeared somewhere.