THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC53 - A Siscon's Revenge
How could the boys not 'enlighten' them when given such an opportunity to speak out without taking the blame?
"Eh? You girls don't know? Emilia White is the childhood sweetheart of 'young master' Amos! Doesn't he always 'talk' about her?"
Tia and Mia looked at each other, perplexed.
"Huh? Wasn't that Danielle?"
"And… wasn't she supposed to be like, as ugly as a piglet or something? And wasn't her personality so totally disgusting that no one else could compare?"
The two sisters stared at each other in confusion before turning to Amos. The other boys watched with a feeling of schadenfreude as the silver-haired hero gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Although the two Gregory sisters were usually a little dull, after witnessing his obviously aggravated expression along with his lack of response, even they realized that something wasn't right.
Theo smirked as he remembered another 'interesting' tidbit his little sister had told him. Although he knew it was bull crap, wouldn't it be hilarious to watch this snake's reaction?
"You know, there's another interesting thing my sister told me."
Amos didn't know who Theo's sister was, nor did he care. Now that he had been humiliated to this extent, how could he continue to stick around and listen to their 'interesting stories'?
But as usual, Theo's friends weren't very cooperative with his cause.
"Oh? Do tell, it couldn't be 'big brother is not only a huge pervert, he's also a disgusting otaku', right?"
"… I'll fucking obliterate your ass if you keep that up."
"Hey, man, I know you're a pervert and all, being a siscon, but don't target me for your bi-curious tendencies!"
"…"
Theo took a deep breath. 'Focus, Theo. You can't fly into a rage right now, just think of how ugly Amos would look, how can you miss this opportunity? Don't forget, this bastard once called your precious sister a snotty little brat! This is your duty, Theo! You can do it!'
At this point, Amos was already gloomily leaning against a pillar all by himself. Even the Gregory sisters chose to stick around with the group that they had been 'brought into', making him look like even more of a joke.
But that wasn't enough for Theo. After motivating himself using his siscon powers, the spectacled boy instantly calmed down, causing the 'friend' who had been provoking him to be struck dumb with terror.
"Y-You're not really gonna hit me, right?"
Theo pushed up his glasses, making them shine 'menacingly'.
"Of course not, though you do deserve it. Anyway, wanna know what she told me?"
His friends gulped. Right, this pervert wasn't just an otaku and a siscon, he also happened to be a total lunatic who would go ripping and tearing at the opponent's clothes if someone managed to make him fly into a rage.
Wouldn't it be humiliating for them if it happened at the party? Since it looked like he had already reached his limit of tolerance for today, it was best not to push him any further.
"Y-Yeah, man, go ahead and tell us, I'm very curious. Totally."
Theo felt his eyebrow twitch, but managed to keep his calm. "Apparently…"
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"AMOS LOVES BOYS?!"
The shriek that stunned the entire party into silence came not from anyone else, but from the short-haired blonde who could often be seen gushing about Amos.
The hero's face turned purple from anger as he heard the cry, and then immediately went pale as he saw it came from one of his 'staunchest' admirers.
"That's awesome! Sister Mia, doesn't this mean that all those BL fanfics you've been writing about him could be true?!"
"T-Tia, shut up! I don't write such t-things!"
"Oh. Oh yeah, oops."
The shorter haired blonde sister gave her sibling a pitiful look, regretting her slip up, but Mia was more concerned about the Black Tiger's heir than her sister's folly. She knew she couldn't stay here with him.
Although Mia hurriedly excused herself along with her sister and swiftly left the party, the damage had already been done.
Had it been some random person brought in as a partner, or one of his 'enemies', the matter wouldn't be so serious. After all, it could always be a besmirching stunt meant to frame him.
But not only was the girl one of his own followers, she was also well known to not have an ounce of scheming, and couldn't possibly have been plotting against him.
The hushed whispers among the partygoers made the hero's blood run cold. This was on a completely different level than the rumors in the school. Not only were there many heirs and heiresses around, but also some of the genuine leaders of conglomerates and corporations who could directly influence the market with their attitude.
'N-No… when that bastard father of mine hears of this, he'll definitely blame me!'
As hundreds of eyes focused on his body, Amos felt as if he was standing on pins and needles.
'What should I do? If I vehemently deny it, it'll just make them believe otherwise, but if I don't say anything, isn't that the same as accepting it as the truth?'
Of course, if he had been calmer, he could have simply ignored it completely. But his reaction had been far from unperturbed, and that was no longer a viable option. At this point, he could only scoff and treat it as an absurd statement.
However, his luck finally seemed to shine as the star of the party chose this exact moment to arrive, completely shifting everyone's attention away. In their eyes, it wasn't really a 'major issue' to begin with, after all. Perhaps only Mr. Black and the girls crushing on the silver-haired boy would care about such things. Most people were curious, but they didn't really care about it.
Amos couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
But this was followed by a wave of rage as he realized just how absurdly shitty the day had been for him today. And to make matters worse, the party girl ignored everyone else to go straight into Emilia's arms before kissing her on the cheek.
Although her birthday was only an excuse to host the event, this preteen girl was still a major politician's only daughter.
Not to mention anyone else, even Emilia herself looked stunned.
"It's my birthday today, so that's my gift!"
Emilia blushed as she clung to one of Dixie's arms, 'shyly' looking away as her knight possessively wrapped an arm around her waist. But the short-haired girl didn't show any adverse reaction to the affectionate behavior of the birthday girl.
In any case, she was only nine or ten years old. Was she supposed to pick a fight with a kid? That would just make her look bad. She wouldn't do something so absurd, unless it was what her princess wished.
Of course, she had to be more careful not to let this kind of thing happen again. If it hadn't been for her moment of hesitation considering the young girl's identity, she wouldn't have succeeded in kissing Emilia so smoothly.
"Wow, Emilia, you're really good at this acting thing!"
'Of course. How could I even hope to dream of being a Queen if I couldn't even do this much? Anyway, I just have to make myself believe it, and it should look somewhat believable.'
Emilia's goal in clinging to Dixie was, of course, to avoid any more unwanted advances. Although she could definitely do it herself, it would also affect the public image she was trying to establish. If Dixie interfered on her behalf, however, wasn't it just right?
As for the little girl's kiss, well, to her, it was no different from the affectionate lapping of a dog.
Her obviously embarrassed reaction formed a charming contrast with her glamorous looks, making her seem even more endearing to the onlookers. It would not have worked if she had been older, but as a girl in the first year of high school, it suited her just right.
The number of fans she was making kept increasing at a terrifying rate, and Amos watched it all in real-time.
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THE VILLAINESS WITH A HEROINE HAREMC54 - Bianca
The birthday girl, Bianca, had seen Emilia's interview on the TV, and was under the impression that she had 'beaten up tons of bad guys' and 'rescued children'.
To her, Emilia was like a real-life superhero.
Even after Emilia clarified that this wasn't exactly what happened, and that most of the credit should go to the employees who worked so hard to actually make it possible, the little girl only thought that her hero was being humble.
Emilia had already done some homework on the girl, also known as asking Dixie on the way to the party. Anyway, the girl was young and already had a good impression of her, so it wasn't too difficult to win her over even if she had been disappointed. It was even easier now, since that wasn't the case.
Bianca was shocked to learn that her 'superhero' knew her name, and became even more enthusiastic.
"Emilia! Emilia! Do you also go to school?"
With the little girl's white frock and platinum blonde hair, she looked like a little fairy when she jumped up and down excitedly. Emilia couldn't help but smile.
"That's right, big sister is still in year one of high school. What about Bianca?"
"Bianca is going to middle school next year!"
Bianca looked proud, her chest puffed up as if she had accomplished a great deed.
'Ah… she's still in elementary school…'
But of course, the way the little girl said it, she clearly wanted to appear older. Emilia decided not to burst her bubble. Anyway, she first had to make this little fairy call her big sister—
"I want to go to the same school as Emilia! Daddy! Daddy!!! I decided on my birthday gift!"
Emilia sighed. 'Another time, then.'
As the little girl bolted off towards her father, a chubby middle-aged man who couldn't hide his potbelly no matter what he wore, Emilia wondered how he would placate her.
After all, the Imperial Academy didn't have an elementary or middle school in place, and only started taking admissions from high school.
As Emilia was wondering how someone so exceedingly ugly like that politician could have such a cute daughter like Bianca, Cynthia ended up interrupting her with a hum.
'Have something to say, Cynthia?'
"No, I was just thinking why you wanted her to call you big sis. And I figured it out!"
Emilia smirked in her mind, wondering what tangent Cynthia would go to this time. 'Did you, really?'
Cynthia's tone was so cocky that Emilia could feel her smugness even without seeing her face.
"I did! If you need any favor from that politician in the future, can't you just send this little girl crying to her dad to get it done? A genius, nefarious plan that does not spare even the little children from your scheming! As expected of my villainess."
Emilia buried her face in Dixie's shoulder to hide her laugh, because she really couldn't help it.
The short-haired girl gave her a concerned look.
"You sleepy, princess? There's seating arrangements over there, if—"
"N-No, I'm okay, Dixie, don't worry."
Her knight could only nod in confusion. "Mhm… alright."
Emilia made sure to fortify her mind a little before speaking to her 'system' again.
'Ahem, anyway, you think too lightly of them, Cynthia. Politicians, ministers, court officials, whatever you call them, the more harmless and kind they appear, the more ruthless they really are.
'He shows a lot of love for the little girl, and dotes on her all the time, but if the time really comes that he has to choose between advancing his own goals and his 'precious' daughter… she's just as disposable to him as anyone else.'
Cynthia couldn't help but be stunned. She always thought these mortals attached a lot of importance to their offspring. For most of them, their life's primary purpose was procreation, which was why the 'disgusting' act of mating was so important to them.
That meant that their offspring were even more valuable to them than themselves. Even if there were some exceptions, Cynthia believed that the vast majority of mortals should work like that.
But she didn't pay too much attention to their interpersonal relationships. So maybe Emilia really did know more than her when it came to understanding the 'inner workings' of the mortal mindset.
"Is that really so?"
Emilia hummed in her mind, slowly getting used to 'projecting' her emotions and expressions along with her words without outwardly showing them.
'Not for all of them, he might be one of the exceptions, sure. But I can't go relying on something like that. What I said earlier is much more likely to be the case.'
Cynthia sighed, disappointed. "Hm… guess she's kinda useless then."
Emilia smiled. 'On the contrary, I think she's already served plenty of purpose.'
"What do you mean?"
'Think about it. As the star of the party, she showed such unequivocal attention to me, solidifying my status as the 'most important person' here. As this is my first party, this will have a considerable impact on my image.'
"Huh? It works like that?"
Emilia nodded. 'It can, if I play my cards right. I just have to make sure the next few times the events follow the same pattern, and then anyone who tries to 'change' things will have to accept that they'll appear as offending me in public.'
Cynthia made a 'hoh' sound, as if enlightened. But then another thought came to her, and she couldn't help but ask. "And what if they decide to do it anyway? Not everyone will be on your side, and those in the hero's camp won't care for offending you, I think."
'Heh… Isn't that all the better? I can use them as stepping stones without mercy at that point, and no one will think it was out of line.'
Cynthia nodded as she thought about it for a while, but then she couldn't help but cry out in frustration.
"Ahh, Emilia… I don't really get it though. What's the point of doing all that? Aside from looking cool, I mean. On one hand you get to be this 'key figure' thing as you call it, and on the other you get to humiliate your opponents. But what do we really get out of it, in the end?"
Emilia couldn't help but internally roll her eyes. 'The point is that it will make me a key figure in the younger generation of the upper circle in this country. As these children grow up under my heel and take over their companies, I will always have the upper hand in negotiations with them in the future.
'More importantly, they will instinctually not want to go against me, which will make it much harder for Amos to recruit allies once he needs them.'
"Ohhh… I think I get it."
Cynthia's curiosity was finally satisfied, and Emilia breathed a sigh of relief. From time to time, some young boys and girls would approach her to introduce themselves, and Emilia politely nodded to each of them, pretending to be 'shy' as she clung onto Dixie.
The short-haired girl ended up 'taking care' of their small talk before politely sending them away. Despite her general rudeness to Koko, Dixie was actually quite sharp and tactful with her words. Despite being effectively told 'go away', none of the 'children' seemed to realize it.
'Ahh… how nice it is to have such a reliable knight. No wonder she felt confident in turning my reputation around on her own. If I had someone like her in my last life, I wouldn't have—'
Emilia sighed, cutting off that thought as she didn't want to dwell on it anymore.
Soon enough, it was time for the main event, and most people gathered in a circle to watch the little girl cut the birthday cake.
Of course, not everyone needed to do so, and many decided to not bother. Such as the gloomy-looking hero, who was still leaning against a pillar with his head down.
It didn't take long for the waiters to come in with a catering cart. Emilia's view was blocked by the crowd, so she couldn't see it herself, but she heard people gasp as they supposedly caught sight of the cake.
'Uhh, based on Bianca's enthusiasm, don't tell me she had the horrifying idea of having the cake look like my face or something?!'
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