The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player

d have been dead after she left, though.

 

I heard that she allowed her maids to roast tea for her because she was not concerned about being poisoned but because she doesn’t like cheap tea leaves.

 

“Alright, this should be fine.”

 

This girl is just…

 

“Ah, right, I wanted to tell you something.  You don’t need to overthink things, but I did have a purpose in coming over.
You see, I promised this one, the spirit, that I would eventually wrap this country in flames.”

 

“…”

 

As expected of Flare, the assassin maids were pale when she swore to the spirits that she would destroy this country as casually as if she were talking about yesterday’s weather.

 

A promise to a spirit sounds as dangerous as a devil’s pact.

 

“…why are you going to burn it?”

 

“Oh? Because what is the point of having a country where I am not the ruler?”

 

Flare tilted her head in wonder at my question.

 

Flare in the Otome Game was also a very dynamic person.
Even when she was put on the guillotine by the heroine, she was still smiling broadly to the very end.

 

“I’ll be honest with you.
I like you, so come under my protection and be my property.”

 

[TL: I Smell Yuri]

[Editor: Yandere Yuri you mean]

 

“I decline.”

 

It was a slightly enticing proposition, but it was not the direction in life I was interested to head to.
I immediately declined, and Flare laughed in amusement, not even offended by my rejection .

 

“Well, that’s okay.
Let’s get down to business.”

 

I thought that was the main issue.

 

“I hear you make quality cosmetics.
Is that an elvish skill? From  now on, instead of wholesaling to commercial guilds, you will deliver everything to the Dukedom of Prata.
Good.”

 

“…”

 

I see.
Was that a flag? I thought it odd that she would come to see me because I was an abomination.

 

To keep that cosmetic product to yourself, to monopolize it–

 

“How much will you buy it from me?”

 

I asked, and Flare’s smile deepened.

 

“Double the price when sold to a commercial guild.”

 

“They earn five times as much.
And there are other stuffs, too, you know? How much would you price it at?”

 

“Hmmm…okay.
I’ll pay five times.
You understand what I’m saying, don’t you?”

 

“Of course.
A good deal.”

 

Of course, I wasn’t trying to please anyone with those cosmetics.
I just want to make money.
Making a lot of cosmetics and selling them for cheap would be too much of a hassle.

 

Of course, I do not need to antagonize Flare.
I wouldn’t be directly involved, but I wouldn’t be hostile either.
That would be the agreement.

 

“It’s been worthwhile.
You can put poison in the cosmetics you deliver, right? I wouldn’t mind.
Fufufu.
Have a good day, Carol.”

 

“…Yeah, Flare.”

 

I also muttered to Flare, who left with a broad smile on her face.

 

That’s Flare.
To think that she was only five years old.
How scary.