Please Fall in Love with Me! – A Villainess on Her Second Loop, using 'Seduction' to Avoid Ruin! - Chapter 3.7

At the grand entrance, Siegvard turned to face me, placing a hand over his chest before offering a polite bow.

“The coffee was truly exceptional—unlike anything I’ve ever had before. And thank you for the scent sachets as well. I’ll be placing one by my pillow tonight.”

“I’m glad you liked them. Um… would it be alright if I invited you again sometime?”

“Of course, I’d be happy to.”

At his gentle smile, I clenched my fists internally in victory.

Yes! A win for the first round. A solid start. If I continue making progress like this, he just might fall for me…

“However…”

Siegvard cleared his throat, looking slightly flustered as his gaze flickered away, as if struggling to find a proper place to rest his eyes.

“I believe it would be best to… dress more modestly in the future.”

“…Ah.”

Oh no.

I had completely forgotten.

Heat rushed to my face as I hastily brought my hands up to cover my chest.

“Y-Yes… I’ll be more careful…”

“That would be wise. After all, there’s no guarantee that others wouldn’t misinterpret such attire…”

Yes, of course. I am so sorry.

Rest assured, the culprit responsible for this wardrobe choice will be receiving a well-deserved pay cut.

Still, while this dress had been a failure, I couldn’t say that all of Claude’s advice had been misguided.

After all, I had secured a victory in this first encounter. But did that mean Siegvard’s affection for me—as in, romantic interest—had increased in any way?

I wasn’t so sure. In fact, I was pretty certain it hadn’t increased at all.

Most of our conversation had revolved around the Saintess and the legends surrounding her.

I knew that if I truly wanted him to fall for me, this wasn’t the way to do it.

But even knowing that, I still had no clue how to steer the conversation in that direction.

In the end, I had just gone with the safest topic.

Claude had looked so exasperated by the latter half of our meeting that his expression had completely turned into that of a Tibetan fox.

So, while the dress had been too much, the core of Claude’s advice wasn’t wrong—I needed to make Siegvard see Adelaide’s charm. I needed to make his heart race.

But how?!

Could I really just let him leave like this?

Yes, it was technically a victory, but a shallow one—one that had resulted in nothing but Claude reaching a new level of exhaustion.

And yet, would it be appropriate to delay Siegvard any further? He must have other engagements to attend to.

There had to be something.

Something that wouldn’t take much time but would still leave an impression.

Something to make his heart skip a beat—

Wait… a kiss?!

No, absolutely not! That was completely out of the question! That would be a criminal offense!

But… what about a blown kiss?

It wouldn’t get me arrested. It was much lighter, playful even—surely not something that would inspire too much discomfort?

No, wait. A blown kiss?

Even that felt like a massive leap for someone like me—who, let’s face it, had the romantic experience of a brick wall.

Sure, if this were Adelaide—the villainous noblewoman—she would pull it off effortlessly. It would be elegant, alluring, the perfect weapon to completely bewitch her target.

But me?

“Lady Kishtaria?”

My frantic overthinking was interrupted by Siegvard, who tilted his head slightly in confusion.

“Lord Siegvard…”

Enough!

This wasn’t the time to be embarrassed!

I couldn’t just let this end without leaving some kind of lasting impression!

Summoning every ounce of courage I had, I pressed my fingertips to my lips and blew a kiss.

Oh god…!

I was going to die from embarrassment.

Siegvard flinched ever so slightly—only to immediately furrow his brows in confusion and ask,

“…Was there something?”

…Wait.

What do you mean, ‘Was there something?’

How was I even supposed to respond to that?!

This was a disaster. It had zero effect.

With my face burning, I slowly, weakly shook my head.

“N-No… it’s nothing… I just thought… maybe… you might find it a little… heart-fluttering…”

“…………”

…Silence.

Oh no.

“I-I apologize… That was inappropriate…”

“…No, it’s…”

Siegvard seemed slightly bewildered, offering an ambiguous smile before composing himself once more.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he placed a hand over his chest and bowed.

“Thank you again for the delightful time. I shall take my leave now.”

“O-Of course… It was my pleasure…”

Please don’t let this stop you from visiting again…

The steward opened the door, and Siegvard turned to go.

I managed to maintain a graceful smile and gave a polite wave as I saw him off.

Then—

The moment the door shut behind him, my knees buckled, and I collapsed on the spot.

“Aaaahhhh!!”

That was mortifying!

Why did I have to humiliate myself at the very last moment?!

I buried my burning face in my hands and writhed in agony—only for Claude’s completely unaffected voice to deal the final blow.

“…May I ask what exactly that last attempt was supposed to accomplish?”

“Claude, kicking someone when they’re already down is cruel…!”

I told you!

I just wanted to make his heart race a little…!