A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 44

[Vol. 4] Chapter 44: I Will Help You!

Feeling utterly embarrassed, Ifia blushed and couldn’t bring herself to look at Amelia’s expression.

She must have lost her mind just now to do such a ridiculous thing!

Even though she felt socially dead, Ifia continued to silently put on her clothes.

After all, when she escaped in a hurry later, she couldn’t afford to look disheveled. Staying here any longer, sharing the same room with Amelia, was a death sentence for her—dying of shame!

Just thinking of seeing Amelia made her recall being slapped… Now, she needed some time to calm her emotions.

“Ah… Amelia, I… I’m a bit tired… I’ll go back and rest.”

Nervously stumbling over her words, Ifia almost bit her poor tongue. Her black eyes darted around, avoiding Amelia at all costs, displaying extreme uneasiness.

Seeing Ifia clenching the edges of her clothes so tightly that she might tear them apart, Amelia immediately understood. It seemed that the “Saintly” attribute, a side effect of the Holy Lotus, didn’t last very long.

Or rather, it rapidly disappeared after she “forgave” Ifia.

Ifia was back to normal.

Unable to be hard on Ifia any longer and realizing she also needed some private space to deal with the other… uncontrollable boner… tail that was about to emerge, Amelia gently responded, “Hmm, rest well.”

Getting Amelia’s kind reply, Ifia nodded hastily and then, at a sprinter’s pace, swiftly fled the study room.

Hastily, like a cat that stole some dried fish, Ifia rushed with concern about being discovered. Her adorable appearance made Amelia raise her hand to support her forehead.

Although she should have had a helpless smile, her upturned lips lingered in that position. Truly, there was no way to deal with this cutie!

Ifia, in her nervous escape, ran quickly, ignoring the greetings from the maids. She kept running until she reached the first-floor hall, where she raised her hand to cover her wildly beating heart, slowly coming to a stop.

With one hand firmly against the wall, she panted heavily, her face flushed. Ifia never thought she could run so fast!

It was like breaking her previous records… but she didn’t feel happy. Instead, she wished that what just happened was a dream, not reality.

Unfortunately, the facts wouldn’t disappear with self-deception. Instead, they became clearer with each recollection, constantly reminding Ifia of what had just occurred.

Once her breathing stabilized, she straightened up. Instead of heading back to her room to rest, she decided to take a walk outside to calm her nerves.

Although she could also take a walk in the backyard, staying here always reminded Ifia of Amelia. Then, she would recall her own suffocating actions.

Ah, she needed a quiet space! At the same time, a place where she wouldn’t be reminded of Amelia.

With these thoughts in mind, Ifia silently walked out of the villa, heading towards the courtyard gate.

The usually smiling face now lacked its usual cheer and remained silent. The unusual situation caught the attention of the maids. Ifia exuded an air of gloominess, making them hesitant to approach.

Although they dared not disturb her, they couldn’t let Ifia leave in this state. In case something happened, facing the wrath of the Duke’s daughter would be unbearable.

As the maids followed Ifia, contemplating how to dissuade her, an unfamiliar carriage arrived at the courtyard gate.

It parked directly, blocking Ifia’s way out. This irritated Ifia, and she was about to instruct the coachman to move the carriage when the carriage door suddenly opened from the inside.

A woman with a somewhat pale face stepped down, using a mounting block. The lady, around thirty years old, had an ordinary appearance but wore luxurious dresses and extravagant jewelry, signaling that she was not an ordinary noble.

However, at this moment, the lady did not display the commanding arrogance expected of her status. Upon seeing Ifia, her eyes lit up, and she seemed excited as if she had found a savior.

She quickly approached, extending her hand to grab Ifia’s, urgently speaking, “Ifia, hello! I’m Katharina, you can also call me Lady Marleen.”

Ifia, caught off guard by the hand-holding, stared at Katharina in confusion.

Who is this? She doesn’t recognize her!

“Lady Marleen, hello. May I ask if you know me?”

Ifia considered herself an ordinary commoner, so it was surprising that random people now recognized her. Has she become a celebrity in the Darwa City? Do nobles now carry her portrait to avoid mistaking her for someone else?

“As everyone knows, Miss Barlen has a close friend, and my husband, Viscount Marleen, has always steadfastly supported Miss Barlen. With great interest, he has heard about Miss Ifia.”

Katharina seemed aware of her abrupt approach and promptly provided an explanation. However, her hand remained tightly gripping Ifia’s, as if afraid that letting go would make her disappear.

Ifia looked at Lady Marleen with some frustration, wondering why this noblewoman was so ‘enthusiastic.’ Even if she was Amelia’s close friend, she was still just a commoner.

There’s an old saying: when things go awry, there must be demons. She needed to slip away quickly!

Just as Ifia was secretly contemplating how to escape, Lady Marleen continued talking without paying attention to Ifia’s internal struggles.

“Kind Miss Ifia, could you please do me a favor?”

“My husband unintentionally offended Miss Barlen a few days ago. I hope you can help speak kindly on his behalf… Oh, if anything happens to my husband, leaving me and a few poor children behind, it would be a nightmare!”

“Miss Ifia, I beg you, please save us!”

As Lady Marleen spoke, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground. She sobbed loudly, disregarding her noble image. She reached out and grabbed Ifia’s hand, looking pitiful with tears streaming down her face.

Ifia couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness, thinking how pitiable Lady Marleen was. Such a delicate woman would surely be mistreated if she lost her husband.

If the issue wasn’t too significant, Ifia considered talking to Amelia to persuade her not to trouble Viscount Marleen anymore. A widow with children would be so unfortunate!

The more Ifia thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. Compared to her earlier urgent desire to escape, she now held onto Lady Marleen’s hand, hoping to offer some comfort.

“Lady Marleen, please tell me the details of what happened. I will help you.”

“Well, it’s like this. Because Miss Barlen declared herself a candidate for the throne, my husband, Viscount Marleen, organized a small banquet and invited Miss Barlen to attend.”

Seeing Ifia’s change in attitude, Lady Marleen breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, wearing a pained expression, she continued, “The banquet was initially very successful. Other families took the opportunity to pay their respects to Miss Barlen and express their determination to support her in the future. However, I’m not sure what happened during the event that made Miss Barlen angrily leave the gathering.”

“Shortly after that, two days later, my husband was falsely accused and imprisoned.”

Lady Marleen, at this point, choked up, looking at Ifia with teary eyes, her face full of supplication.

“Miss Ifia, please, I beg you to help. I’m willing to pay any price, even if it means emptying our home of all its wealth. I can’t bear to see my husband locked up in prison!”

“The recent banquet, where Amelia left abruptly… Alright, I understand. Lady Marleen, please rest assured. I will definitely help you. Now, please wait a moment.”

Ifia comfortingly patted Lady Marleen’s hand and then turned to return to the villa, coincidentally meeting the butler, Heber, who had hurriedly arrived upon hearing the news.

“Miss Ifia, I’m sorry. I’ll go to the Imperial Police Station right away…”

“No need, I’ve already heard the reason from Lady Marleen and know how to resolve it.”

“???”

“Butler Heber, please send someone to the Imperial Police Station. Tell them that Lady Marleen is to be taken to prison under the pretext that someone attempted to bribe the Duke’s daughter to evade conviction. Take Lady Marleen to the prison to reunite with her husband.”

Ifia smiled at the butler.

Although Lady Marleen was in a pitiful situation, based on the information she had acquired, Viscount Marleen seemed to be the one who sent women to Amelia.

Amelia once mentioned on the rooftop during an academy celebration that, a few days ago, she attended a banquet where nobles had bundled women as gifts and presented them to her.

Just hearing this made Ifia furious, and luckily, Amelia promptly left the event, avoiding further association with those nobles. Due to her intense anger at that time, Ifia remembered it vividly.

Therefore, even though Lady Marleen concealed the truth, Ifia knew the truth.

Her initial sympathy for Lady Marleen vanished instantly, replaced by a burning rage. When it came to people she cared about, even if Ifia was a bit foolish, she transformed into a great detective!

There was no way to deceive her.

However, due to her strong sense of justice, Ifia wouldn’t abandon the mission halfway.

Instead, Ifia continued to assist Lady Marleen, ensuring she didn’t have to watch helplessly but was directly sent to prison to accompany her husband.