The Villainess with a Heroine Harem

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Meanwhile, Emilia and her 'manager' finally arrived at the freshly acquired hotel about twenty miles away from the port town, and after dragging the 'little girl' to her assigned room, the older woman could only reluctantly stop trying to hammer the importance of staying within the sights of 'adults' all the time into her mascot's astonishingly thick skull.

'Speaking of which…' The manager stared at the shorter girl intently for a while, and finally couldn't help but rap her knuckles against little Emi's head to check her theory.

Surprisingly enough, there was no 'you have just hit an empty metal pot' clanking sound, but the fact that her knuckles hurt so much could only mean that she was right about little Emi's skull thickness, right?!

Had Emilia not already been completely confused by her manager's unreasonable series of actions, she would have definitely been dumbfounded upon understanding the woman's thoughts.

Wouldn't it be more of a problem if her skull was soft, instead? What was wrong with this woman?

The manager snorted at little Emi's 'dumb' look. "Okay, you can go in and rest now. I'm sure you need it after running around tirelessly the whole day."

Even Emilia could hear the complaint in the woman's voice, and she could only rub her nose in embarrassment. "I didn't mean to trouble you…"

Naturally, the crimson-haired girl could no longer say 'you could have just left me alone and it would have been fine' now that she had been kidnapped, even though it was part of her plan.

If she really did that, maybe the manager would finally snap and spank her regardless of whether she would be fired the next day or not.

'Although this princess can easily ensure such a minor setback, I can't let my subject be needlessly wronged, after all.' Emilia nodded to herself.

Cynthia almost rolled her eyes at her partner's flimsy justification for preserving her dignity, but there was no way she could say that out loud. If Emilia really changed her mind, wouldn't that just be shooting herself in the foot?

At least those other little monkeys who touched her partner had the right attitude of worship!

As if to affirm Cynthia's thoughts, the manager humphed. "Forget it, as long as you can reflect on your mistakes even a little, maybe it was a lesson worth learning. Anyway, be ready to work hard from tomorrow. Don't think I will be as kind while working as I've been so far!"

Emilia obviously had no intention to make things worse by pointing out how the older lady hadn't been nice to her at all, and only nodded obediently. "Okay!"

The manager finally seemed a little appeased by her 'change of attitude', and nodded with a faint smile. "Goodnight, then. And make sure not to open the door for anyone, including me. Those who should be able to get in already have the codes, after all."

"I understand! Good night!"

The manager nodded in satisfaction.

Of course, no one would be bothering the little girl while she was sleeping, but she simply wanted Emi to develop certain habits early.

Honestly, if it were to be left up to her, she would definitely never allow little Emi to stay in the presidential suite of the hotel at this point in her career. In fact, the little tyke shouldn't even have her own room!

After all, her head was already bloated enough as it was, wouldn't inflating it further just cause it to explode?

It would be much more conducive to little Emi's 'growth' to instead stay in the same room as her, where she could closely monitor and scold her on a regular basis to round out her rough edges over time.

Unfortunately, the orders from above were quite clear, and even if little Emi was clearly being favored by them to an almost unreasonable degree, the manager could only hold her silence.

Even when she made today's report to Crystal, ready to be scolded, the usually stern blonde's response was shockingly doting, as if 'helpless' in front of her naughty yet adorable daughter. "Don't worry about it too much, Penny will be there to assist you from tomorrow, and you only need to look over her schedule for the next few weeks."

Emi might be a brat, but at that point, the manager realized that she simply didn't have the guts to badmouth the girl in front of Crystal.

She wasn't that familiar with their relationship, but based on Crystal's tone, she had the feeling that the annoying little tyke Emi probably also considered the blonde girl her mother, regardless of the relatively small difference in their age.

Considering how mature and intelligent Crystal was, and how dumb little Emi seemed, the manager thought it made some sense.

Even if the physical difference was only a couple of years, the mental difference between the two had to be at least a few decades, right? If she thought about it this way, it wasn't so weird for them to develop a mother-daughter relationship, after all.

Once her thoughts reached this point, the manager felt a whole new world open up in front of her. Neither Crystal's overly doting attitude nor little Emi's smug behavior seemed so unbearable anymore, and she could finally face forward with the heart of a monk.

Losing the respect of the one she relied on the most wouldn't just break the little girl's arrogance, but might also end up ruining her spirit, which was far from a desirable result.

As a freshly enlightened monk of a manager, wasn't it her duty to usher in a new methodology to nurture this rebel of a mascot?

'To usher in change, one must first make sure that the 'dough' remains malleable.' The manager nodded to herself sagely.

Besides, she would take a smug and proud little mascot over a depressed and unmotivated one any day of the week.

While in front of the camera or on stage, the most important thing an idol or mascot must possess was the ability to spark an emotional response from the people who saw her, after all.

Not to mention, even if her spirit wasn't broken when something like that happened, Emi definitely wouldn't be very pleased if she found out her good girl image in front of her had been ruined by someone, and just thinking about being her target made the manager shudder in horror.

If she was being driven up the wall when the girl wasn't even trying, what would it be like when the little brat was actually seeking revenge? She would definitely be annoyed to death!

'Why is she just standing there after saying goodnight? Shouldn't she leave?' Emilia wondered while watching the manager's expression twist and turn every few seconds in confusion.

In the end, the crimson-haired girl decided that the manager probably wanted to make sure that she was safely inside her room before leaving, so she 'wisely' slammed the door shut on the woman's face.

Nodding in satisfaction at a job well done, Emilia swiftly made her way to the bed before taking off her backpack.

There wasn't much inside, aside from a phone, a tablet, and a few 'souvenirs' from her loved ones, and the crimson-haired girl carefully set everything aside before picking up the tablet.

It only took Emilia a few moments to make a secure connection to the White Deer Corporation's private servers, and she smiled when she saw Noelle's face pop up on the screen.

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