Please Fall in Love with Me! – A Villainess on Her Second Loop, using 'Seduction' to Avoid Ruin! - Chapter 4.1

“That was marvelous!”

I clapped enthusiastically and rushed over to Lady Fiona.

“Not just the steps, but your gaze, your smile, even the precise angle of your final curtsy—everything was flawless! Your dancing is beyond perfection!”

“R-Really? I did it!”

Lady Fiona’s face lit up—adorable, as always.

But it wasn’t just the dancing. She had also mastered the manners, etiquette, and education befitting a noble lady. Her knowledge of social customs, courtly rules, and noble family lineages was now impeccable. She had even built a solid foundation in mythology and saintess legends. No one would dare mock, belittle, or look down on her now.

Ten days. Just ten days! And she’s reached this level? No, this isn’t just impressive—it’s outstanding!

“Claude, thank you for playing the role of Lady Fiona’s dance partner. Your elegance is truly captivating—watching you is almost mesmerizing.”

Honestly, Lady Fiona’s rapid improvement wasn’t just due to her own talent. A huge factor was having Claude as her partner.

“…Haah. Sure,” he responded, utterly disinterested in the compliment.

“I just do the work I’m paid for.”

…Yes, and that’s exactly what makes Claude so reliable. As long as he’s compensated appropriately, he delivers nothing but the best.

“Lady Fiona, you truly worked hard.”

“It’s all thanks to my wonderful teachers—Lady Adelaide and Claude.”

Beaming with happiness, Lady Fiona clasped her hands together beside her face.

“I’ll make sure to return the favor.”

“Oh, uh… alright.”

I straightened my posture.

Now, it was time to switch roles—from teacher to student. Lady Fiona’s My Fair Lady lessons were about to begin.

In other words, I was receiving her advice on how to become the kind of woman Lord Siegvard would fall for.

“The dresses I picked from the catalog the other day have arrived, haven’t they?”

“Oh, yes! They’re prepared in the adjoining room.”

“Let’s take a look! I’ve been looking forward to this!”

With Lady Fiona practically bouncing with excitement, we headed to the other room together.

“Wow!”

“…Oh no.”

The moment we stepped inside, Lady Fiona let out a delighted gasp, while I… voiced my growing concern.

The room was filled with mannequins dressed in a dazzling array of gowns. Alongside them, a long table was covered with shoes, handbags, and accessories, all neatly arranged.

It was an impressive sight—except that every single dress was in soft pastels or pure white, the epitome of a heroine’s wardrobe.

This… this is not good.

“They’ve managed to select nothing but colors and designs Lady Adelaide would never choose,” Claude remarked, almost admiringly.

“Right? I mean… Lady Adelaide’s closet is, um… quite dramatic—ah, I mean…”

Lady Fiona quickly clamped her mouth shut, realizing she’d nearly said something impolite.

But she wasn’t wrong. My wardrobe consisted of deep blacks, navy blues, purples, and bl00d reds—colors befitting a classic villainess.

“They do suit you, though! I actually love your style! When you stormed into the room earlier, you looked so fierce and commanding—it was amazing!”

“Oh… thank you.”

“But, if we want not only Lord Siegvard to fall for you but also to change the public’s perception of Lady Adelaide, we need a complete transformation. And the easiest way to start is with fashion and makeup.”

That was exactly why, once Lady Fiona’s education had reached a stable point, I had begun actively engaging in social events—something I had kept to a minimum during my “first round.”

I needed to change my reputation as the worst villainess.

And I needed to gather as many allies as possible.

Of course, my ultimate goal was to avoid a tragic death. But I also wanted to prevent Lady Fiona and Lord Siegvard’s reputations from being tarnished just by associating with me.

So I was making every effort to show that Adelaide had changed.

“You’re saying I should signal that change through my appearance?”

“Exactly.”

“I understand that, but…”

I cast a glance at the beautifully displayed dresses.

“Would they even suit me…?”

Honestly, I had no confidence in that at all.

I had never worn soft pastels even in my past life as a corporate worker in Japan. Back then, I was just too much of an awkward shut-in for that style.

And as Adelaide? The contrast was even more extreme. A villainess in a heroine’s dress? It was laughable.

But Lady Fiona, with absolute certainty, reassured me.

“It’ll be perfect.”

“Huh?”

“Because it’ll match who you are inside.”

Wait… what?

I—I don’t have heroine-like traits at all, though…!