The Villainess Whom I Had Served for 13 Years Has Fallen chapter 106

106 – The Sad Love Story of a Girl -1-

Life in the capital was coming to an end.

Many things.

Tangled relationships.

Conversations with people I thought I’d dislike.

It was a journey that started with many worries, but it seemed to be a meaningful time where I could gain a lot.

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At the early morning Desmonte mansion.

I stood in front of the mirror, rummaging through the wardrobe like a high school student choosing what to wear for a field trip.

“Sigh… Whatever I wear feels awkward.”

I put on a black coat that reached down to my waist and shook my head.

No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem to fit…

It feels too bulky, too light compared to the weather… But wearing a fur coat makes me feel like a wealthy snob…

I could hardly choose the clothes to wear.

Perhaps because I usually only wear my servant uniform, my knowledge of fashion is close to zero, and I couldn’t seem to pick clothes that I really liked.

“I want to dress nicely.”

Today is a date with the young lady.

I wanted to look as stylish as possible, enough for people passing by to ask for my number. It’s both the duty of a servant to boost the young lady’s spirits and my own pastime of teasing her. And, of course, I wanted to receive compliments from the young lady.

So, it seems that I’m putting more effort into choosing clothes than usual.

On the bed, a pile of discarded clothes lay. Despite the slight differences like checkered patterns and black knits, I couldn’t choose clothes that I really liked, and I let out a deep sigh.

“A coat seems too much…?”

“But I want to look good…”

As the place for the date with the young lady is not a rural area like Hamel but a theater in the capital, there were many factors to consider when choosing clothes.

Since many nobles go there, and there might even be academy classmates from the past, I had to dress as if I were living well. I was a bit excited too.

A theater…

It feels like it’s been a long time since I last went.

As you may know, I’m not familiar with the culture of theater. To be precise, I wasn’t connected to refined cultural activities. I wasn’t familiar with the hobbies of nobles like musicals or concerts, both in my past life and this one.

Rather than understanding culture, I focused on studying how to tease the young lady well, prioritizing defeating people over moving them. Consequently, I naturally lacked knowledge about the culture of theater.

I did go to the theater a few times following the young lady, but I didn’t choose or attend plays willingly, so I had a lot of thoughts when deciding on the play to watch with the young lady this time.

“Miss, what would you like to see?”

“Anything.”

“Speak before I slap you on the forehead. Saying ‘anything’ is making the servant unhappy.”

-Hmm… I’m not sure. Let’s just go with what Ricardo likes. This time, let’s watch something that Ricardo likes, not something I like.

-Touch her forehead.

I tapped the young lady’s forehead. Yet she gave the same answer, and I found myself pondering over the greatest dilemma of my life.

Romance.

Action.

Comedy.

Among the many plays of the empire, I wondered what would appeal to the young lady’s heart.

Unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, I sought advice from Yuria.

-Hmm… Who are you going to watch it with?

-I’m going to watch it with the young lady.

-And with me?

-You?

-No… Then how about this one?

Yuria recommended to me the most popular play among the students. Not famous, but the play she liked the most among those she had seen.

Love and melodrama.

Action and comedy.

And a play filled with heart-pounding elements.

-This should be the safest choice.

Thinking that it would be better to follow the advice of the experienced leading lady rather than my senseless intuition, I decided to follow Yuria’s words.

I repeated the process of rummaging through the wardrobe with a small smile on my face.

“Indeed. Is the maid’s uniform better after all?”

I glanced at the maid’s uniform in the corner of the closet and shook my head. After all, the lady had told me to dress up nicely today.

I picked up the neatly arranged black suit from the corner of the closet.

“Let’s go with this.”

*

On my way down to the first floor of the mansion, dressed neatly, I caught a glimpse of the lady in a black dress in front of the spacious hall.

It had been a while since the lady had accepted the help of the servants.

As I watched the lady, with elegant grace flowing from her back, I swallowed hard.

It wasn’t a dress full of lint, but a black dress with small pearls embedded, creating an illusion of the moon even in the early morning.

I had forgotten, after only seeing her unkempt appearance, but indeed, she was a noblewoman.

I descended the stairs, my heart pounding. One step. Two steps. Despite the slow sound of my footsteps, the lady did not turn around.

“Have you been waiting for long?”

I said with a mischievous smile, lightly touching the lady’s back.

“You look very beautiful today.”

The lady’s ears, slightly flushed, were facing away.

Feeling shy, I discreetly glanced at her side.

“Oh…!”

I could see the lady’s pale face, her expression distraught.

“Uh-oh…”

The lady was panting, clutching her stomach. A struggle with the tightly laced corset.

The young lady shouted at me in a flustered manner.

“Ricardo! I’m going to die…”

“Hahaha!”

Today is the day for a date with the young lady.

She came out all dressed up.

I stood behind her, holding the handle of the Ferrari No. 1 and gently pushed.

“Shall I drive?”

“No…! I’m slim, so it’s fine.”

I appreciate the young lady’s determination to look beautiful, but I prefer her usual self.

“If you wear a corset, you won’t be able to eat much.”

“Then, would you like me to take it off?”

I let out a small chuckle.

*

In front of the grand theater.

It’s been a while since I came to the theater alone, and I hesitated with a blank expression before going in.

“Aren’t you coming in?”

“No. I’m going in, but why are there so many people here?”

“It’s always crowded.”

The young lady flaunted her noble dignity with a casual smile. In her enchanting smile, I could sense a subtle mockery of “country bumpkin.”

“Just go in through the main entrance.”

“Ah… the main entrance.”

Perhaps because there were many people, every action seemed cautious. I worried about looking old-fashioned and wondered what if I became a nuisance to the lady.

Though I had reserved VIP seats, unable to figure out where to go, I pushed the wheelchair toward the back entrance instead of the entrance.

“Not here.”

“It’s a theater that hasn’t been around for long, so the layout is tricky.”

“Yeah.”

The lady nodded slightly.

“I’m excited because it’s newly opened.”

Anticipation filled the lady’s face. I leaned my head next to hers and gave a small smile.

“Let’s have fun today.”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll order snacks, and for drinks… let’s go with non-alcoholic ones instead of beer.”

“Why!?”

“No drinking and driving.”

At the mention of drunk driving, the lady nodded.

“Drunk driving is bad.”

She was indeed quick to learn.

Though a bit awkward, I, who had come to the ticket booth, could receive the reserved tickets from the attendant.

“VIP seats for two, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then, let me guide you… Ah…”

The guide awkwardly smiled and looked at the young lady.

“Ah… That…”

It seemed difficult for the guide to handle, perhaps because it was a staircase that the wheelchair couldn’t climb. The guide’s awkward smile openly revealed the difficulty in dealing with the situation.

Leaving a reassuring smile for the guide, I knelt down, looking at the young lady.

“Young lady.”

“Yes.”

The young lady, clutching the ticket tightly with an excited face, looked at me with a perplexed expression. My slightly turned body towards her expressed the question of why we weren’t entering quickly and what was going on.

“They say the wheelchair might have trouble climbing the stairs.”

The young lady confidently stated.

“Ferri No. 1 can climb stairs.”

“Wouldn’t it be nice to be lifted on my back after a long time?”

“Well…”

Lost in deep thought, the young lady shyly placed her hand around her neck.

“Let’s go.”

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At the small gesture of the young lady urging me forward by tapping my back with her hand, I let out a small laugh and nodded slightly to the guide.

“If you could store this chair in a safe place, I would appreciate it.”

“Yes, understood. I apologize for the inadequate service.”

“No need for apologies.”

As I slowly ascended the stairs, I could faintly feel the young lady’s heartbeat, beating softly with anticipation.

Dark stairs leading to the VIP room.

The lady whispered to me in a small voice.

“Ricardo.”

“Yes?”

“It will be interesting, won’t it?”

“Of course. It’s a chosen play, after all.”

“Is that so? Well…”

The lady spoke in a hushed voice.

“Thank you.”

The VIP room we arrived at was dazzling.

Bright lights illuminated the darkness, and soft music filled the space.

Chairs with plush cushions were adorned with soft velvet, creating a feeling that we were the only ones in the theater.

Greetings from the actors visible below the audience. And lovers seen among the many people.

The lady gestured to me with a bright laugh.

“Wow…”

Listening to the lady’s voice, expressing a small admiration, I murmured quietly.

“You made a good choice coming.”

“Huh?”

“No, nothing.”

The title of the play is [The Sad Love Story of a Certain Girl].

It was a story filled with bittersweet love.