The Villainess Wants to Indulge in 'Moe' to Her Heart's Content! - Episode 3
Beyond the veil, an entirely unfamiliar sight unfolded before her.
The walls were adorned with delicate wallpaper—a soft milky green, patterned with tiny white flowers. Sunlight poured through large windows, making the sheer white lace curtains flutter gently in the breeze.
A finely decorated mantelpiece stood against the wall, accompanied by a fire screen. Beside it, a single armchair rested, with a book left open as if someone had been reading.
A white writing desk with elegant cabriole legs sat nearby, its design graceful and refined. The matching chair, with its rounded shape, was equally charming.
At the center of the room, a table held a grand bouquet of white roses. And before it—an exquisite Chesterfield sofa in a deep, luxurious green.
Turning back, she found herself facing the bed she had just been lying in—a breathtaking four-poster bed, adorned with gilded embellishments so intricate they stole her breath away.
“…………”
She was at a complete loss for words.
This was no mere luxury suite—it was far beyond that. The sheer opulence, the perfection of every detail, was overwhelming.
There was no doubt.
This was not her room. Not the small, aging, single-bedroom apartment she had lived in for years.
(Where… am I?)
Her entire body trembled violently. The sheer enormity of the situation was beginning to sink in.
(Where am I?! What… what happened to me?!)
Her eyes widened in shock. Why—why couldn’t she answer that question?
“…!”
Her gaze darted toward a full-length mirror near the wardrobe. Without thinking, she ran toward it, nearly stumbling in her haste.
Holding her breath, she stared into the reflection—
Hair that shone like pure sunlight.
Eyes as brilliant and blue as the finest sapphire.
Porcelain-white skin, smooth and unblemished.
And lips, soft and pink, like delicate cherry blossoms.
“No… way…”
A stunningly beautiful woman stared back at her.
No.
Not just any woman.
She knew this face.
“Letizia von Ahrensmeyer…”
A character from the immensely popular otome game, The Six Saints’ FORELSKET: A Love Too Blissful to Speak Of.
“H-How…?”
The woman in the mirror lifted a slender white hand to her cheek.
Just as she had done.
“I… I am…”
Letizia raised both hands to her face, barely holding back a shuddering breath.
“I… I am…”