The Villainess Wants to Indulge in 'Moe' to Her Heart's Content! - Episode 2.2
Even in an era where the internet existed but social media had yet to take form, doujin creators still found ways to express their passions—they built their own doujin websites, pouring their unique tastes and creative desires into them.
And there, otaku who shared the same interests would gather and engage in lively exchanges.
They had struggled, putting in painstaking efforts, all for the sake of moe—to ensure a steady supply of what they cherished.
“…When I think about it that way, maybe lamenting the absence of social media is just sheer arrogance…”
Wasn’t it proof of a shallow love to claim that one couldn’t be an otaku without the internet and social media?
To hesitate in expressing one’s devotion to a favorite character simply because there wasn’t an easy platform to do so—wasn’t that still a sign of weakness?
(Just as the pioneers did, shouldn’t I be creating a space where I can openly express my love for my favorites? Shouldn’t I be seeking out fellow enthusiasts on my own?)
As she sat lost in these thoughts, suddenly—
“Lady Letizia! What’s with that look? You look as though the world is ending.”
A tanned hand thumped lightly against her desk.
Startled, Letizia raised her head.
“You do look beautiful even when troubled, but still, a lady should always be smiling!”
Before she realized it, Rashid was standing before her, peering into her face with a bright, mischievous grin.
“And for someone as breathtakingly gorgeous as you, Lady Letizia, all the more so!”
“…!”
The sheer holiness of her favorite character speaking and moving before her was enough to send her into a state of bliss.
No, it wasn’t just that he was speaking and moving—on top of that, he had even worried about her. How could her heart not flutter?
And just thinking about how Asim was likely watching this exchange from somewhere—oh, it was almost too much to bear!
(I might just die from sheer joy…!)
Barely managing to steady her trembling voice, she forced out, “Y-you flatter me too much…”
“For a wild monkey, you certainly say some decent things.”
As Letizia sat there, her face flushed red with the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume her, another figure approached her seat, following Rashid’s lead.
With a gentle smile and narrowed eyes, he looked at her with concern.
Letizia blinked in surprise.
“Prince Selva Artur…?”
“You seem more and more melancholic by the day. Are you all right?”
Selva Artur Vetel, the second prince of Vetel—the kingdom that governed the element of wind.
His silvery-white hair cascaded in soft waves, exuding an air of sophistication, while his deep, wine-colored eyes brimmed with an alluring maturity. His uniform was pure white, devoid of any other hues, as the royal color of his homeland was white itself.
Yet, despite the pristine and virtuous image that this conveyed, there was an undeniable hint of danger about him—a seductive, enigmatic charm that made him all the more captivating.