I Thought a Villainess' Divorce Would Be Easy

She really couldn’t feel it. She began to doubt if it wasn’t true.

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Wow, you’re an angel after all. I’ll eat well.”

Bianca’s long fingers moved toward the tart and cookies without hesitation.

Bianca put the cookies that looked too big to eat in one bite into her mouth. One and a half bites of the tart was enough. Judging from the plates that were emptying in an instant, she seemed to have quite a big appetite. However, perhaps because of the heroine buff, she just seemed happy and pretty, so she looked happy.

“Wow, it’s so delicious. Do nobles eat this kind of thing every day?”

“Maybe.”

Bianca cut the cake in half with a fork without hesitation and put half into her mouth. In just two bites, a piece of cake disappeared.

The maid and the chef’s eyes were not kind as the large amount of snacks disappeared in an instant. It was a natural reaction, since the snacks prepared for Duchess Anthea disappeared in the mouth of a mere maid.

“You’re eating well.”

“You didn’t eat anything that was this delicious. Are you sick of eating it every day, Master?”

No way. All she had was a cup of tea and a few cookies for breakfast. She was just about to eat when Bianca showed up, so she didn’t have time to pick up her fork.

“No, you came…”

“It’s really delicious! I didn’t know lemons could be this sweet.”

Anthea snickered at Bianca’s actions, even downing the lemonade.

Maybe Richard liked Bianca’s unpretentiousness. If that’s the case, he should support her actions even more.

He gently pushed the dessert plate that was placed far away toward Bianca. In the end, Harmon couldn’t bear to watch this situation any longer, so he lowered his head. The maids also sighed and turned their heads away. She felt sorry for them who were thinking of Anthea, but there was nothing she could do. Bianca was giving Anthea a very good excuse.

When everyone’s eyes turned away from the table, Bianca’s hand collided with the plate Anthea had pushed. The plate fell to the floor without a chance to grab it, shattering with a refreshing sound.

Bianca knelt on the floor while thinking that the plate was luxurious and the sound was pleasant to hear.

“I was wrong, ma’am. I was too greedy.”

Huh? The one who just touched the plate was the heroine? I already took my hand off?

Bianca flattened her entire body on the floor and pleaded, looking pitiful.

“It’s natural for you to be angry, ma’am. I dared to touch the precious sweets that only the noble lady can eat, even though I’m a commoner. It’s natural for you to feel dirty. I understand that you don’t want to use the plate I touched again.”

Just a moment ago, Bianca seemed to have caught a happy virus and was giving off the lively heroine vibe. Then, she suddenly pushed the plate away, sat down on the floor, and spewed out self-deprecation like a perverted maid.

There was definitely nothing wrong with the plate Anthea had pushed. Bianca had accidentally pushed it away while reaching out her hand. However, Bianca’s words made Anthea look like a narrow-minded noble who had dropped the plate.

‘Oh my. She’s trying to make me into trash.’

Was this an intentional action? Or was she just reacting to what she saw?

‘Well, either way, it doesn’t matter to me.’

The sight of a beautiful commoner who had only been in the duke’s household for a day, shedding tears and pleading, was pitiful yet beautiful. The situation was such that Bianca could sympathize with the beauty crying like that. However, thanks to that, Anthea was able to earn the title of strict and mean duchess without much effort, which was a very welcome situation.

Even though I didn’t have the confidence to force myself to frown and pretend not to like the delicious dessert the moment I put it in my mouth, I was just grateful.

“Hmm. I see.”

The moment she tilted her head to agree with Bianca, who was sobbing, Chef Hamon popped out between the maids.

“How dare you take all the snacks that the mistress didn’t even touch!”

“Huh? It’s okay because I gave you permission… right?”

“The mistress is so angelic that it might be okay, but this can’t just go away. No matter how new she is, I have to hold her responsible for letting a maid who doesn’t even know the basics run wild in the ducal palace.”

So shouldn’t the Duchess, Anthea, take responsibility for that?

As she looked up at the chef with innocent eyes, Ellie, who was beside me, also clenched her fist and nodded.

“That’s right. Bianca, you, since you’re carrying laundry around, there must be a maid in charge of your education. I have to start over your education from the beginning right now.”

“Madam, we should have taken responsibility for checking, but it seems we started working without even knowing the basics. If you punish us, we will gladly accept it.”

Suddenly, the atmosphere of a reflection meeting became one in which the maids casually grabbed the beautiful Anka, who was sitting on the floor with tears in her eyes, and lifted her up.

“Get up. What are you doing in front of your mistress?”

“What did you do right to make you cry, you?”

No, kids. Shouldn’t you be taking Bianca’s side right now, who is also a maid?

It seemed like they hadn’t become close enough yet. Rather, they were taking the side of the Duchess of Bianca, who bullied the maid—not really, but Bianca’s remarks.

Anthea picked up her spoon and lightly tapped her glass. Everyone stopped moving at the small but clear sound.

“Bianca. Was it delicious?”

“Yes, maid. I’m sorry. I was blinded by the taste I had never tried before and made you uncomfortable.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen a maid who eats as well as Bianca.”

“Madam, I’ve committed a mortal sin. Please forgive me.”

To Anthea, it was a compliment, but Bianca begged that she was wrong.

That shouldn’t be the case. She’s an important person who will become the lover of the Duke, no matter who.

“There’s something that’s perfect for you. It’s a small errand, so you’ll do it, right?”

At Anthea’s gentle question, Bianca blinked her frightened eyes and shed tears.

Oh, that’s her specialty.

Bianca did what she had learned after years of honing it, but she did it as easily as breathing.

“If you don’t kick me out, I’ll endure it even if you beat me.”

She mentioned beating me again, even though it was an errand. As if that was Anthea’s intention. Was this kind of excessive reaction a basic option equipped to the heroine? Or was it only Anthea who did it like that? I’m curious, but I’ll find out later.

“Since Bianca said it was so delicious, I hope the Duke tries it too. Is there still dessert left in the kitchen?”

“Yes, ma’am. But I wonder if the Duke will like it…”

“So I should send Bianca, who already tasted it, on an errand. Bianca, can you bring the dessert to the Duke and explain the taste?”

Bianca blinked twice in succession at the unexpected suggestion and then smiled brightly.

“Yes, yes. I’ll explain it diligently so that the Duke will definitely enjoy it.”

“Yes. I’ll be counting on you.”

Rather than wasting time by needlessly getting involved with Anthea, sending Bianca to the Duke would have helped the flow of the original story.

Bianca quietly took her arms away from the maids and carefully said what she wanted to say.

“Um, can I wash my face before I go?”

“Hurry and follow me.”

“Huh…”

“Yes. I’ll stop by for a bit on the way. Anyway, my room is on the way to the Duke’s office, so you can stop by for a bit.”

The maids’ gazes were not good, whether they should call her sincere or suspicious of the maid who had figured out the location of the Duke’s office after only one day at the Duke’s residence.

“Since this is the first task the Master has entrusted to me, I’ll definitely do it well.”

“You really need to get some extra training. Let’s be quiet and go, please.”

The maid who came with the chef took Bianca out, who looked excited as if she had never cried before.

After the commotion passed, Harmon gently picked up the empty plate and placed it in front of Anthea. As if to say that the plate was expensive, but if the Madam wanted it, throw it away.

It seemed that the chef had heard the rumor that Anthea was a jar destroyer.

Anthea pushed the empty plate safely inward instead.

Harmon made a slightly regretful expression, but soon, as if nothing had happened, he brightly laid out the newly prepared desserts on the table.

It might be natural to be nice to the Duchess, but Harmon was always too much. He laid out many kinds of sweets and cakes as if he wanted to feed Anthea one more thing.

‘There’s nothing good about showing off to me, but you’re trying too hard. It’ll disappear in half a year anyway, so there’s no need to try too hard.’

Harmon’s efforts felt pitiful. No matter how nice he was to the Duchess, who would disappear in a few months, it would only be in vain.

Anthea hesitated whether to give Harmon advice, but decided to be strong-willed as she thought about her goal.

‘You have to accumulate evil deeds, big or small. Why do you keep thinking of being a villainess and thinking of being weak? What, I’ll cut off your tongue? I’ll break your arm? It’ll be nice to be mean and eat some delicious food.’

She had to act selfishly toward the kind chef and ruin her reputation.

“Harmon.”

“Oh, my, my, did you remember my name?”

It was easy to remember because it was similar to the name of ham.

“Do you know Hwachae?”

“I don’t know. But I’ll catch a demon and make it.”

Was this neighborhood all related to demons? More than that, she had no intention of eating demon yukhoe because of the wrong information.

“Is there a recipe that my brother gave me?”

“I do. I’ll look it up and bring it to you right away. Kids, let’s go!”

“Yes!”

She shook her head at the chef and maids who were turning away so solemnly, not even preparing for an expedition.

It was easy to get watermelons and peaches in the east, but she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to get them in the north, and she was satisfied because it seemed like a petit evil woman to be acting this way.

With only the escort left, Anthea thought of Bianca when she saw the laundry basket that had been left behind.

Why did she do that?

No matter how much I thought about it, it was surprising how Bianca, who had been so innocent and innocent, suddenly changed and cried like a frail bird. However, it was hard to be sure based on just one incident today.

‘We’ll see if Bianca is natural or intentional.’

Anthea thought it would be beneficial either way, so she shook her hand lightly and returned to her room.

 

—————————————————————

Translator Note: