The Villainess’ Beloved Plan: The Struggles to Avoid a Doomed End

When the carriage arrived at Verhund’s castle, Sophia ruminated over the “game setting” in her mind as she got out of the carriage with Cyril’s help.

Sophia is D’Artano’s younger sister and sixteen years old. Sophia was one year old when the country of Verhund fell, and she and her nanny went into exile. While living quietly in the town of Rivadel in Verhund, she met and fell in love with Cyril, who was visiting the town incognito.

Worried about the difference in social status, Sophia had a series of secret encounters with Cyril, and recently reunited with her brother D’Artano, who had been looking for her. Now that they no longer have to worry about the status barrier because of her status as the sister of the late duke – the daughter of the sister of the last king of Feldrad, who is now deceased, they no longer have to keep their love relationship a secret, and Sophia visited the castle to greet Cyril’s father, King Verhund.

‘Really, that’s an absurd setup that even the scriptwriters will be surprised by.’

Anyway, Sophia has to play the role of ” Cyril’s lover” in that complicated setting. Sophia, who has once used her previous life’s experience in the drama club to win over her father the king by crying out for her to marry Randall, will not have it as easy this time as she did last time.

‘Good luck to my little acting ability!’

There is no script, only a set-up, and she has to improvise to get through this situation. Just thinking about it makes Sophia want to flee from the enemy, but she has no choice but to be determined.

‘A woman has to have guts. Go for it!’

Sophia got out of the carriage, immediately sensed the attention she was getting from everyone around her, and immediately flipped a switch. The performance was about to begin.

“Cyril, it’s definitely not a place for someone like me to come to……”

Sophia looked up at Cyril, her eyelashes shaking anxiously, he widened his eyes for a moment, then nodded slightly and got on.

“I told you it would be all right. Father will surely understand.”

‘Hmmm, as expected of a prince who disguise. He’s quite a good actor.’

Sophia, While admiring her heart, Sophia glanced at Dartano this time.

“Onii-sama too…..I’ve been living all my life without knowing that I’m your sister, even though I’m the duke’s younger sister. I’m sure you think I’m not good enough for Cyril, don’t you?”

She casually indirectly communicates her false identity to the people around so that they can hear her.

D’Artagno smiled calmly, but a little sadly.

─”Don’t be so anxious, Sophia,” D’Artagno said. “Trust Prince Cyril. You know better than I do that Prince Cyril is a sincere and compassionate man, don’t you?”

He was indeed an opera actor. His acting skills were not in jeopardy at all.

He had caught the attention of the people around him, and he was able to imprint on them who Sophia was. We’ve made a good grab.

‘ Enough. We have to get inside the castle before I get exposed.’

Sophia was about to head for the castle, escorted by Cyril, with a worried look on her face.

“Oh my God! My little Margherita!”

‘Pizza?’

Sophia, who had inadvertently imagined pizza when she heard the word “Margherita,” was slow to react.

She noticed that a woman was running straight toward her, as if rushing toward her.

“That is…..Princess Carnelia….”

That was Sophia’s thought the next moment.

Carnelia, who let out a yellow cry of joy, hugged Sophia as if she were a wild boar, without reducing the speed at which she was running.

Sophia was knocked backwards by the force of the hug, and she hit her head on the ground and fainted.

Rewind back a little…..

Carnelia ran out of the room upon receiving the report of Cyril’s return.

From behind Carnelia, Saara desperately said, “Carnelia-sama, you are fast! Carnelia was walking (not running) at a very fast pace, breathing heavily and following her frantically.

She went downstairs and out of the castle at a speed so fast as if she was in a race, and there she found the beautiful Prince Cyril with silver hair and purple eyes.

‘Aaan, he is as beautiful as ever ……!’

Carnelia gazed at the figure of her “future husband” Cyril in rapt fascination, but then she suddenly spotted the figure of a girl by his side, and she looked at her.

She had magnificent blonde hair that waved softly and loosely, and emerald eyes. A small face and slender body. She was wearing a light pink, frilly dress.

‘That is…..’

Carnelia’s eyes widened.

Fluffy blonde hair, emerald eyes, and a small face. She was as lovely as a doll.

There was no doubt about it. That’s Margherita.

“Oh my God! My little Margherita!”

Carnelia’s eyes lit up and she ran furiously through the distance to “Margherita.”

“Carnelia-samaaaa……!”

She felt as if she heard Sarra calling her behind her back, but it fell on deaf ears. Carnelia’s eyes, all five senses are locked on to the “Margherita” in front of her.

Carnelia shouted with joy and increased her speed

The “Margherita,” who hugged her vigorously, fell backward with a scream – and then lost consciousness.