Please Fall in Love with Me! – A Villainess on Her Second Loop, using 'Seduction' to Avoid Ruin! - Chapter 2.10

But this is another world—a world where magic exists!

All I need to do is illustrate the general concept of an item and explain how it’s used. The rest—the technical integration of magic and science—would be handled by the magic tool craftsmen.

That’s exactly what my ultimate presentation materials (thirty-five sheets of parchment) were for.

Take the hairdryer, for example. The diagram detailed everything: it’s a device for drying hair, air flows from this part, buttons control the airflow, and there’s a switch to toggle between hot and cold air.

“In the food and culinary section… I can’t even imagine what this ‘mayonnaise’ is. I’d like to taste it first. Curry powder… I see, a blend of spices? Spices are already popular among nobles, so depending on how it’s marketed, it could become a massive hit. Mille-feuille, mille crêpes, choux cream, shortcake? And this bread—soft, fluffy shokupan? I’ve never heard of such a thing. Isn’t bread supposed to be firm and dense?”

I do love a good crusty loaf. But sometimes, I just crave that soft, pillowy texture.

“In the business section… establishing a coffee roasting facility and distributing pre-roasted coffee beans. Running a tea salon? Not a coffeehouse? Catering to ladies? And ‘afternoon tea’… but isn’t tea a medicinal drink? You mean to enjoy it recreationally?”

“Oh, of course, I want to open a coffeehouse as well. But instead of a gentlemen’s social club, I envision a place where people can simply enjoy good coffee.”

In this world, coffee was bought as raw beans and roasted at home.

But roasting coffee is a delicate process—done poorly, it drastically alters the flavor.

In my “first life,” I once saw the highest-grade Blue Dee Mountain beans—yes, as you guessed, this world’s version of Blue Mountain—roasted to a near-charcoal state. I nearly passed out from the horror. How could they ruin it like that?

This world didn’t even have the concept of light, medium, or dark roast yet.

That’s why I wanted to establish a system for distributing properly roasted coffee beans. I couldn’t bear to see quality beans wasted.

Tea, too. By the late 19th century, afternoon tea culture should have already been flourishing, but perhaps because it wasn’t widespread across all of Europe, it hadn’t taken hold here. In this world, tea wasn’t even considered a luxury item—it was still regarded purely as a medicinal remedy.

What a waste. I want to drink a proper milk tea.

“You want me to help bring these ideas to life?”

“Yes! Exactly! Will you help me?”

I clasped my hands together and leaned forward eagerly.

Claude placed the documents onto the elegant center table, straightened his posture, and met my gaze directly as he sat across from me.

“Why me?”

—Huh?

“Well… because you hate me.”

Tilting my head slightly, I watched as Claude frowned, as if I had just said something absurd.

“That’s not an answer. By that logic, it could apply to all the servants. In the first place, is there anyone in this household who actually likes you?”

Ugh… He didn’t have to say it so bluntly.

—But he wasn’t wrong.

“…Sorry. It’s just… hard to put into words.”

I obviously couldn’t tell him it was because I knew how useful he was in my “first life.”

“Maybe… because you don’t try to read my moods?”

His eyes widened slightly, as if caught off guard by my answer.

“You don’t try to read your moods?”

“Yes. Even if the servants here dislike me, they still recognize the value of my status as the daughter of the Kishtaria Ducal House, don’t they? The Kishtaria name carries immense influence. The wages here are significantly higher than elsewhere. That’s why, even if they resent me, they try to endure my whims and irrationalities—because they don’t want to risk losing their position in this household.”

In other words, there wasn’t a single servant in this mansion who would openly defy Adelaide.

Of course, that didn’t mean she had the right to act however she pleased. Absolutely not.

But an environment like that was one of the reasons Adelaide had grown more and more self-indulgent.

“You, on the other hand, don’t try to read my moods. You don’t hesitate to say ‘no’ to me. If I suggested something completely ridiculous, you’d bluntly tell me, ‘Huh? Are you an idiot?’ That’s the kind of person I need to start these ventures with.”

I needed a partner who wouldn’t hold back—someone I could speak to on equal footing.

“Does that answer your question?”

I met Claude’s gaze directly as I spoke. He pressed a hand to his lips, deep in thought.

“May I ask one more question?”

“Of course. Not just one—ask as many as you like.”

“Why have you changed?”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

I was happy that he had noticed Adelaide’s change. But at the same time, a cold sweat ran down my back.

—How should I answer this?

The answer itself was simple.

Because I’m a reincarnator.

I’m no longer Adelaide—I’m someone who lived in 21st-century Japan.

And because I failed in my “first life,” I’m now starting over from scratch in this “second life.”

But there’s no way he would believe that. At worst, he might think I was making up outrageous lies and end up despising me even more.

And if that happened, I might never be able to rebuild the relationship we had in my “first life.”

That was something I absolutely could not allow.

What should I do?

Claude wouldn’t fall for a shallow excuse. And more than anything, I didn’t want to deceive him with a meaningless lie just to escape the moment.

I thought long and hard—until I finally decided to take a leap of faith and voice the goal of this “second life.”

“I… I want a man to fall in love with me!”

“What!?”