The Villainess Wants to Indulge in 'Moe' to Her Heart's Content! - Episode 1

“If you have anything to say in your defense, speak now—Letizia von Ahrensmeyer.”

A low, rich voice, tinged with an intoxicating allure—yet so commanding it sent a chill down her spine—rippled through the tense air.

Letizia slowly lifted her head.

Gleaming white walls adorned with intricate gold embellishments and elaborate carvings. A marble floor inlaid with the crests of the six nations representing the six elements. Pristine ivory columns standing in perfect symmetry. An opulent chandelier casting a dazzling glow. The high, gracefully arched ceiling adorned with breathtaking frescoes.

A grand hall as magnificent as the royal palace itself.

At its center—at the top of the grand staircase draped in a strikingly vivid velvet carpet—stood him.

“…Y-Your Highness…”

Licht Julius Strahl, the First Prince of the Strahl Empire.

Eyes like molten gold, radiant as the sun. His gaze, brimming with an unyielding will, was piercing—yet at the same time, unbearably sweet, almost melancholic.

Chiseled features, a sharp, noble nose, and lips so perfectly sculpted they seemed almost unreal. A tall, lean frame, slender yet undeniably masculine.

A devastatingly beautiful man, exuding a dangerous allure. Every inch of him, from his flawless posture to his impeccable silhouette, was utterly captivating. But that wasn’t all—he was a prince, after all. His overwhelming charisma left nothing but awestruck silence in its wake.

Every movement, every gesture, held an irresistible pull, commanding attention—entrancing.

“…Ah…”

Letizia swallowed hard, her throat dry, as Licht narrowed his golden eyes.

“Why do you remain silent? Do you have no objections? No defense, Letizia?” His voice was sharp. “Then surely, you have something to say to her.”

He turned slightly and, ever so gently, pulled the woman beside him closer.

“L-Lady Letizia…”

Letizia clenched her teeth, grinding them together in frustration. The woman gazed at her hesitantly, concern flickering in her large eyes.

Marina Grayford.

Soft, chocolate-brown hair cascading in silky waves. Wide, doe-like eyes of the same hue. Rosy lips, full and delicate. A face so endearing, it was almost unfair.

Petite and fragile—her trembling hands and pallid complexion only added to the air of vulnerability about her. The sorrowful look in her eyes stirred a fierce protectiveness in any man who looked upon her.

Licht tightened his hold around Marina, his grip almost possessive, his glare sharp as a blade as he fixed his gaze upon Letizia.

“After everything you’ve done, you won’t even offer Marina a single apology?”

His golden eyes flared with fiery rage.

“Silence will not absolve you! Speak! Letizia von Ahrensmeyer!”

“…Ah…”

His raw, unrestrained emotions only made his presence more dazzling.

The sheer intensity of those feral golden eyes made Letizia shudder.

(Ah… Licht…)

Though he was still only the crown prince, his very existence was overwhelming—radiating the absolute authority of a ruler.

What words could she possibly utter before such a force? Even if she were to plead her case, the outcome awaiting her would remain unchanged.

The only thing left for her to do… was accept everything.

(Licht… Licht…)

Letizia closed her eyes and, as if crumbling under the weight of it all, sank to her knees.

(Ah, truly… what…)

She pressed both hands over her face, her entire body quivering with the sheer force of her emotions.

(What… exquisite character design—!!)