I, The Villainess, Will Seduce All The Heroines Instead-Chapter 39: The Major Villainess’ Introduction! (2)

Verena calmly set down her fork. She wiped her mouth delicately with a napkin, then looked up at Penelope with the expression of a woman who had just decided to be a menace.

"You know, Princess," she said sweetly, "I've been testing my magic lately."

Penelope scoffed. "And?"

Verena smiled.

And then, with the slightest flick of her fingers, she tapped into her Zodiac Threads.

Penelope's teacup, which she had so gracefully used to drench Evelyn, suddenly jerked. It launched itself out of her hand and overturned... right onto her own pristine, custom-tailored dress.

"Oh no, Princess. You should really be more careful with your own clumsiness."

"You—!"

But Verena wasn't done.

She shifted her magic again, weaving a subtle Action Inducement. Just a little nudge.

One of Penelope's lackeys, confused by the sudden chaos, flinched—and in doing so, "accidentally" swung her own forkful of pudding straight into Penelope's hair.

It stuck.

The princess froze.

The silence was deafening.

Verena hummed. "Huh. That really is unfortunate."

Penelope was shaking. "YOU—!!"

But before she could explode, Verena delivered the final blow: she gently, gently tapped her power one last time.

And suddenly, Penelope's foot slipped.

Her dramatic, rage-filled stance became an ungraceful stumble—straight into the fountain behind her.

SPLASH!

The entire garden went silent.

Penelope surfaced from the water, looking like a drowned, humiliated cat. Her lackeys scrambled to help her, but Verena just smiled and took another bite of her meal.

Revenge was sweet.

Just like the pudding still stuck in the princess's hair.

Penelope had all the depth of a puddle.

She was the textbook definition of a haughty noble villainess.

Blonde, spoiled, and clinging to the rules like a drowning rat to a floating piece of wood.

The only problem was that she didn't actually have anyone powerful backing her. No secret benefactors. No grand political schemes. Just pure, concentrated entitlement.

Which meant she stood no chance against Verena.

"This is ridiculous!" Penelope screeched, soaking wet and humiliated.

Then, with a furious stomp of her foot, she turned on her heel and stormed off, her lackeys scrambling behind her.

It's a shame because she had to admit that Penelope was part of the reason she realized she liked women.

Something about a villainess throwing tantrums over nonsense had always been weirdly endearing to her.

Maybe it was the dramatics. Maybe it was the entitlement. Maybe it was just the pathetic charm of it all.

Either way, she had a type. In fiction, of course.

She barely had a real life crush back in her previous life.

The mood lightened, the three of them sitting together in easy amusement. But then, as Verena leaned in slightly to steal a bit of Beatrice's untouched dessert, something changed.

Evelyn's laughter stopped.

"Want to come over again?" Beatrice asked casually.

"Of course. At this point, it's practically tradition. I get sick, and you nurse me back to health," Verena said with a smirk.

Evelyn stiffened. "Y-You... go to Lady Beatrice's place often?"

R𝑒ad lat𝒆st chapt𝒆rs at free𝑤ebnovel.com Only.

Verena nodded. "Mhm! As much as I hate to admit it, this girl's been a huge help."

"I-I see..." Evelyn murmured, gripping her skirt a little tighter.