"Hey, I'm trying to be a villainess here, so could you leave me alone? I'm in a bad mood."
"Miss, you just threw coffee over your fiance and now he's crying."
"He was being annoying!"
"He's the crown prince of this country!"
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"Mica... what is that?"
Victor stared into her room as if it were a monster house, not daring to take another step in. His eyes wide and horrified, he stumbled.
"Now, Vic, you shouldn't enter a girl's room without knocking. And haven't we agreed on not using nicknames anymore?"
The purple-haired lady of the house looked up from her seat, resting her glasses on the table as her eyes left her book.
"Do you have qualms about my reading material, Victor?"
Victor straightened and coughed, immediately composing himself with a polite butler's bow. "I apologize for the intrusion, Lady Michela!"
Then he rushed forward to snatch the books right off the desk.
Looks like someone has plenty of mannerism lessons to go for...
"Is this an encyclopedia? That's the official financial record of the public bank! Is this the complete list of the country's laws?!"
Michela simply smiled at him. Victor screeched at the thickness of every book that came after the one before it.
He snapped at the girl, "I thought you were an idiot like Luis!" he accused. After all, he and Avelynn had a tutoring contest and Michela was deemed dumber than Luis!
Michela continued smiling at him.
"Wait, this is..." he opened a page into the book, "what language is this?"
"It's Hebrew," Michela answered easily.
Victor squawked in horror. He flipped through the book. And another book, then another— he found her notebook and flipped through that too.
