A Sweet Girl Won't Be Fooled By The Villainess - [Vol. 4] Chapter 7

[Vol. 4] Chapter 7: Painting a Picture

Ifia was very grateful for Isabella’s honesty.

Regarding the matter of attending Lady Chekov’s tea party, she decided to seek Amelia’s opinion before making a decision.

In Ifia’s view, even if this tea party was postponed, there would be another one in the future. As long as the goal was not achieved, the other party would not give up. Therefore, it was better to go and see what was going on!

However, being just a commoner, she was in a weak position and needed some external help…

She would have to have a good talk with Amelia, and perhaps gain some sympathy while she was at it.

“As long as you don’t blame me, it’s fine.” Isabella nodded at Ifia, then elegantly excused herself with a nod before gracefully returning to her seat to continue reading.

After the surprise, Jessica sat down with a frustrated expression, rubbing her forehead. She immediately explained to Ifia, “Lady Chekov is a renowned socialite in Darwa City, maintaining friendly relations with various nobles. Therefore, every banquet she hosts is grand and extravagant, and receiving an invitation from Lady Chekov is considered an honor for every noble girl.”

“This would have been a good thing, but it is aimed at noble girls, allowing them to be seen and remembered in social circles. However, you are just a commoner, and there is no need for you to adhere to these formalities.”

“Moreover, Lady Chekov hasn’t hosted a tea party in a long time. Usually, she hosts grand banquets…”

Jessica didn’t finish her sentence, but those who understood, understood.

Lady Chekov’s tea party was just an excuse.

With that in mind, no matter how you look at it, the subsequent developments were quite bleak!

For a moment, the atmosphere felt a bit dull, prompting Ifia to look up at her two companions in confusion, then raising her hand to pat Jessica’s arm with resignation. Even the person involved didn’t feel so gloomy…….

“I’ve already said not to worry, it’s just attending a tea party, not entering a den of lions and tigers.”

From the current situation, Ifia wasn’t afraid. In her past life, she had attended countless banquets, big and small, and had become accustomed to them, so she didn’t feel nervous…

These nobles in the Sith Empire, who were obsessed with their status, chose to play civilized games, which meant they wouldn’t resort to violence. Just moving their mouths, Ifia was not weak either!

Besides, she wasn’t alone. She had strong backing, so what was there to fear!

Therefore, Ifia remained in good spirits, not worried at all. This reassured Jessica and Lucy, who were concerned about her, and they began to talk about other things, actively trying to change the depressing topic.

“Austin, that girl, when she was talking about the King summoning Duke Barlen, she swore it was firsthand information… Now, even Isabella knows about it. Next time I see her, I’m definitely going to give her a good beating!”

After consciously avoiding the topic, the gloominess dispersed, but soon the bell for class rang.

Jessica reluctantly moved her chair back to her seat again, prompting Ifia to think that Jessica might as well just move to the seat beside her, as there was only an aisle separating them. It would save them from the hassle of moving chairs every time.

However, the thought was quickly dismissed by Ifia when she remembered that Jessica had just angered the teacher. Poor child, it would be better for her to escape from the teacher’s punishment first before considering other things!

[System, look, my current situation is so dangerous! So, to make things easier for me, can’t you lower the difficulty of the tasks a bit?]

During boring classes, Ifia never forgot to lament to the system and tried to manipulate the task content. But the system remained indifferent in its response, refusing to give any opportunity to exploit loopholes.

[Host, please actively complete the tasks and don’t think about finding shortcuts!]

Then, seemingly realizing that such a rigid response might demotivate Ifia, the system began to offer some incentives.

[Host, consider the positive side. If you complete this system task, you will receive a special recipe that aligns with your expertise, taking your culinary skills to the next level. After all, this special recipe contains the preferences of many exotic creatures, allowing you to capture the taste buds of not only humans but also these unique beings.]

[……]

Unfortunately, the system’s enticing offer fell flat, lacking any appeal. Ever since witnessing the mermaid Desalo shatter a shipboard with a single claw, Ifia had become indifferent to these exotic creatures.

Especially those exotic creatures who ate strange foods, she really didn’t want to have anything to do with them!

Once again disappointed, Ifia disconnected with frustration, refusing to continue communicating with the system. Soon, the morning classes ended, and it was time to go home.

“I might not come this afternoon, remember to excuse me!”

Ifia waved goodbye to her two companions, then headed outside the classroom. But just as she left the classroom, she saw the butler, Heber, waiting outside with a carriage.

This puzzled Ifia. Why was the butler from Amelia’s mansion here?

“Miss Ifia, Miss Barlen requests your presence!”

The carriage bore the emblem of the Barlen family, attracting the attention of many onlookers who curiously peered out, wondering what was going on.

In response, Ifia suppressed her surprise and nodded at the butler. As the carriage quickly ascended and the coachman cracked the whip, the carriage slowly started moving.

Inside, Ifia supported her cheek with a clenched fist, appearing deep in thought. It seemed that Lady Chekov’s tea party matter was already known to Amelia, hence the butler sent to fetch her.

Cursing inwardly, she couldn’t play the sympathy card! Disappointed at the missed opportunity for Amelia’s comforting hug, Ifia couldn’t help but sigh.

However, soon curiosity took over. Since Amelia already knew about Lady Chekov’s tea party, how would they resolve this trouble and deal with those who had begun to probe?

Given Amelia’s character, she might retaliate directly, not giving others a chance to threaten her. But since she had already decided to run for the throne, besides intimidation, some gentle methods were also needed.

After all, running for the throne required votes from various families, and she couldn’t afford to ruin her reputation with them.

Lost in her thoughts, Ifia was quickly whisked away to the villa in the carriage. Upon arrival, she greeted the waiting maids and then proceeded inside as familiarly as if it were her own home, heading straight to the study to find Amelia.

At this time of day, Amelia was usually handling official matters, so going to the study was the right choice. Unlike Ifia, who was a first-year student and had to attend classes, Amelia, nearing graduation, spent most of her time working at home.

“Ifia, you’re here.”

As Ifia expected, Amelia was indeed in the study, attending to official business. However, unlike usual, she wore rimless glasses this time, and her soft silver hair was casually pinned up with a hairpin.

When she looked up, her gentle purple eyes met Ifia’s gaze. The transformation from sharp and stunning to intellectual beauty was something Ifia really liked.