The Villainous Noblewoman Is About to Be Forced into Love, Isn't This Wrong?-Chapter 55: Why don’t you follow the plot?

"Liana, what do you like about Loraviel?"

Liana hadn’t expected Elina to phrase the question this way.

"What do I like about her?"

Liana tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Is it her cuteness? Her obedience? Or maybe... the way her face looks when she’s afraid? It’s hard to choose."

"Why? Are you interested in Loraviel too?"

"I only heard some things about her from Neibet," Elina admitted without hesitation. "I heard that Loraviel was originally supposed to attend Ibet Magic Academy. But because of you, she missed the entrance exams and was forced to stay by your side as your maid."

"That does sound familiar. But isn’t staying with me better than going to Ibet Magic Academy?" Liana smirked. "I’m the daughter of the Venus family. I can give her things she could never have on her own."

"And what method did you use to threaten her?"

"None at all. You can ask her yourself—she chose to be my maid. I didn’t force her into anything." Liana’s voice was sweet and innocent.

She had only presented Loraviel with two choices. The final decision had been hers to make.

"You’re all so obsessed with Loraviel—it’s making me a little jealous." Liana’s gaze bore into Elina.

"Neibet, Olivia, Mepeilu... and now you. Everyone wants to take Loraviel away from me. But the more you try, the more I want to keep her by my side. I just love seeing you struggle for something you can’t have."

"I see." Elina sighed, realizing that talking further was meaningless. "So this is why Princess Mepeilu was so furious with you?"

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Elina was well aware that Mepeilu and Liana had had a major argument—a very heated one.

"Is it? Who knows?" Liana shrugged. "All I know is that I don’t want anyone taking Loraviel away from me. What did I do wrong?"

Then, suddenly—

"Oh, right."

Liana slid off the bed, her bare feet touching the cool floor.

She walked over to her bedside table and pulled open a drawer.

Clink.

A delicate, polished collar lay in her hand.

"If you want Loraviel to leave me, then find me a replacement. That’s fair, isn’t it? If you want to take something from me, you need to offer something in return."

She twirled the collar in her fingers.

"Of course, slaves aren’t an option. I can get as many of those as I want. What I truly enjoy... is watching someone fall. Watching them struggle, resist—only to beg for me to put this collar on them in the end... Ah, I can’t wait to see it." Liana’s voice was drenched in amusement.

"By the way, since you really want to protect Loraviel... why don’t you take her place?"

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Liana smiled, setting her sights on Elina like a predator.

Elina had one advantage over Mepeilu—she was far more rational when dealing with Liana.

Unlike Mepeilu, she wouldn’t blindly indulge her.

But... something wasn’t going according to Liana’s expectations.

"Alright."

Elina rose from her seat and walked toward Liana.

She lifted her hands, gathering her golden hair, exposing her slender, swan-like neck.

"Then go ahead, Liana. Put it on me yourself."

"..."

Wait.

What?

This wasn’t following the script.

"What’s wrong, Liana?" Elina’s lips curved slightly. "Didn’t you say you wanted an obedient pet? Why aren’t you putting it on me? Or... are you all talk? Afraid to actually do it?"

Liana hadn’t expected this.

But she wouldn’t back down.

"Why would I be afraid?" She smirked, stepping closer with the collar in hand. "The future Lord of Venus, reduced to my cute little puppy... I love the idea."

She lifted the collar, slowly moving it toward Elina’s throat.

A gamble.

Liana bet that Elina would stop her before it went too far.

Elina bet that Liana wouldn’t go through with it.

"You’re the one who asked for this. Why do you look a little nervous?" Liana teased.

"Shouldn’t that be you?" Elina countered smoothly. "You talk big, but you’ve been hesitating this whole time. Do you need me to do it myself?"

"That’d be a waste of time." Liana tossed the collar onto the bed. "I don’t enjoy creating unnecessary trouble for myself. Don’t you think so, future ruler of Venus?"

She waved dismissively. "Now scram. I’m not giving up Loraviel. You should give up too. There’s no point in continuing this conversation."

Like she was shooing away garbage.

Elina didn’t linger. She turned and left the room.

"Lady Elina."

Neibet had been waiting outside the whole time.

"How did it go?"

Elina simply shook her head. "Let’s go find Loraviel. I need to confirm something."

"Loraviel is training with Lady Olivia in the back garden," Neibet informed her.

In the garden, Loraviel’s dagger twirled skillfully through the air.

She was now able to withstand Olivia’s attacks for a full twenty minutes.

Even though Olivia was only using a quarter of her full strength, it was still proof of Loraviel’s natural talent.

"To improve this much in just a month... That’s impressive." Olivia praised.

Loraviel’s training had been rigorous, but pure effort alone wouldn’t have been enough to progress this fast.

She had talent.

Which explained why she had been accepted into Ibet Magic Academy despite coming from a small village.

Loraviel wiped the sweat from her forehead. "It’s all thanks to your training, Lady Olivia..."

Then, seeing Olivia in her maid uniform, her expression darkened with guilt.

"I’m sorry... I dragged you into this."

"You’re still thinking about that?" Olivia scoffed. "I didn’t lose anything. It’s just a little shame. And if I still feel shame, that just means I’m not mature enough yet. A true Royal Knight should be able to perform at full strength under any circumstances. Otherwise, how can I protect the people I serve?"

Rather than blame Loraviel, Olivia turned the responsibility onto herself.

"This isn’t just your training. It’s mine too."

She gestured toward her uniform. "I’ve never fought in something so... flimsy before. It’s an opportunity to learn how to handle unusual situations."

Loraviel bowed deeply.

"Thank you, Lady Olivia... truly."