The Villainess That Was Once A VRMMO player

I guess I shouldn’t let her out of the house after all.”

 

Dirk was behaving obnoxious as usual.

 

“Well, that’s okay.
It’s much better than my sister, who comes to stab me when I greet her absent-mindedly.
My butler got stabbed the other day, and it was a bloody mess.”

 

Flare was also being Flare as usual.

 

“And I originally came here to talk to you about Flare because you have a sister who is the same age as mine, and I’d like to talk to Bunny-chan about it.”

 

“…Tsk, I suppose it can’t be helped.”

 

“…”

 

But still, Dirk and Cashmere seem to get along very well.
Perhaps they had a good time talking about his no-good sister?

 

Then, regardless of my consent, it became a tea party with me included.
“Cashmere, please get the heck out of here”, I thought to myself.

 

“Well, my sister, who was supposed to arrive in the carriage with me, has hastily departed in a different carriage by herself.”

 

“…”

 

That Flare, seriously…

 

Cashmere and his guards were getting ready to ride in another carriage departing from our house, so they were free until the carriage was ready.

 

“Bunny-chan is so cute compared to my Flare.
Would you like to be my adopted sister?”

 

“Hmph, I’m not letting her out.
She’s staying with me all the time.”

 

“…”

 

For some reason, I have been seated in between Dirk and Cashmere on the sofa.
I received numerous stares from the servants who were serving the aristocrats.

 

I disliked being in this position, but Cashmere was relatively decent for an aristocrat, so that was my only relief in all this discomfort.

 

“Bunny-chan, you can come to me anytime you want.
I have a special dragon-skin ‘collar’ for you, sweet Bunny-chan.”

 

…Nn?

 

“Cashmere, I told you I wouldn’t let you have her.
Carol, I’ll get you a golden collar and shackles.”

 

“What are you talking about, Dirk, dragon leather can’t be broken even by half-elf magic, so they can never escape? And drugging people to take away their freedom is not my cup of tea.”

 

…Nn?

 

“Oh-ho, it has that effect?”

 

“That’s right.
I’ll let my Flare be your fiancée, and you can give me Bunny-chan.
I’ll be responsible for her.”

 

“I don’t want such a scary young lady.
I don’t want a strong woman.
I’ve decided I’m going to raise her to be a lady and keep her in short skirts, so Carol, wouldn’t you prefer it that way?”

 

“…”

 

It is not a good thing, you idiot!

 

What the heck was wrong with these guys? Is this the default state of aristocrats in this country? The servants were nodding in agreement, at least on the duke’s side, that they wanted to keep me.

 

These folks are no good.
They were rotten to a level that is impossible to correct anymore.

Thanks for reading.