The Villainous Noblewoman Is About to Be Forced into Love, Isn’t This Wrong?

"Lady Liana? You know her?" Tali looked surprised.

The elf’s identity was extremely special. Even the Saous Merchant Guild had paid a hefty price just to dig up information about her.

Know her? Liana knew her all too well.

The true main heroine of this story.

The fourth imperial princess of the Elven Royalty, Sephirena Tiael, and the strongest member of the protagonist’s party in the early stages.

But why was she here?

"... "

Liana suddenly recalled what Tali had said earlier.

One more week—Sephirena was supposed to be transferred to Angus territory.

That was, indeed, where the protagonist was supposed to meet her.

"I’ve only heard of her," Liana said stiffly.

"Lady Liana, are you feeling unwell?" Loraviel noticed the way Liana’s face had slightly tensed and assumed it was because of Sephirena’s overwhelming magic presence.

That was partially true.

But the real reason?

Liana didn’t dare to move.

Didn’t dare to do anything.

She was terrified of disrupting the natural course of events—afraid that some buyer who was originally supposed to purchase a different slave might now end up with Sephirena instead.

"Are you here to kill me?"

Sephirena stepped down from the bed, the clinking of chains echoing as she moved.

Her hands and feet were shackled.

But she stood before Liana so naturally, as if the restraints meant nothing.

"Are you... here to kill me?"

Liana took a step back.

If she had known Sephirena was here, she wouldn’t have come within a hundred meters of this place.

Loraviel stepped between them, shielding Liana.

"Apologies. Please keep your distance from Lady Liana."

Liana blinked.

...Was Loraviel protecting her? Voluntarily?

Liana took a deep breath and quickly calculated.

If Sephirena was here, then the best course of action was to do nothing.

"It seems I’ll have to visit your main branch instead," Liana said, casting one last glance at Sephirena. "I dislike disobedient slaves."

"I understand." Tali nodded. "Would you like me to contact the Saous main guild? If we find a suitable slave for you, we’ll have them sent immediately."

"No need. If I require one, I’ll visit myself." Liana cut off any further discussion.

But there was something she wanted to say to Sephirena before leaving.

She gently pushed Loraviel aside and stepped closer.

"Lady Liana, she’s dangerous," Tali warned.

"I know."

Liana didn’t stop.

Instead, she leaned in and whispered into Sephirena’s ear.

"Fourth Princess of the Elven Forest... I pity you."

A flicker of shock passed through Sephirena’s crimson eyes.

How does she know?

"...How do you..."

Liana didn’t explain. She simply continued:

"I know how stubborn elves are. Even without food or water, you won’t die for at least a month. And if someone medically maintains your condition, that time will stretch even longer.

You’ll slowly waste away, drowning in pain and suffering."

"There are plenty of people in the slave market who enjoy that kind of thing. So do yourself a favor—stay here and think about whether you really want to die.

If, in three years, you still want death, I’ll grant you a painless one."

It was just an empty promise.

After today, she never planned to see Sephirena again.

Goodbye forever, main heroine!

After all, she was destined to meet the protagonist anyway. If you are reading this translation anywhere other than Novelight.net or SilkRoadTL, it has been stolen.

There was no need for Liana to get involved.

That was—

"What... is this?"

Liana stared at her own wrist.

A thin red thread had suddenly appeared.

A red thread of fate.@@novelbin@@

Tied to Sephirena.

"...What the hell is this?"

"The contract is complete," Sephirena said smoothly.

"I hope you won’t break it."

Wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

YOU’RE A ROYAL ELVEN PRINCESS—DID YOU REALLY HAVE TO PULL SOME SNEAKY SHIT LIKE THIS?!

"What happens if I break it?" Liana asked, voice wary.

Sephirena smiled.

"In three years, I’ll find you, eldest daughter of the Venus family."

"...And then?"

"Then I’ll kill you."

FUCK. BOXED IN.

"T-That won’t be necessary," Liana stammered, cursing herself for ever thinking she needed a slave.

"Lady Liana, are you alright?" Tali rushed forward.

Even she hadn’t expected Sephirena to be capable of casting magic, despite the restraints that should have nullified it.

This was the power of the Elven Royalty.

Terrifying.

Liana exhaled sharply.

She waved off their concerns.

"...Then remember our deal, Lady Sephirena."

"Phew."

As soon as Liana stepped out of the Saous Merchant Guild, she let out a deep breath, feeling thoroughly annoyed.

She hadn’t expected to run into another main heroine here.

She just wanted a slave, but somehow ended up selling herself.

"Lady Liana, are we heading back now?" Loraviel asked.

"Yeah."

Right now, it was best to just hide in her room for a while.

"...May I stop somewhere for a moment?" Loraviel asked hesitantly.

Liana thought for a moment. "You did well today. Go ahead."

"Thank you!"

Liana sat inside the carriage and watched Loraviel head toward a post office.

About ten minutes later, Loraviel returned.

"Apologies, Lady Liana, for making you wait."

Liana waved it off dismissively.

But then—

"...I forgot to tell Tali something. Wait in the carriage for me."

She stepped down, circled around the buildings, and entered the post office Loraviel had just visited.

Inside, a clerk was organizing envelopes.

"Hold it."

Liana’s voice made them freeze.

"...Lady Liana?" The clerk’s fingers stiffened mid-motion. (Why is my luck so bad today? It’s almost closing time, and now I have to deal with HER?!)

"Hand over Loraviel’s letter." Liana didn’t bother with pleasantries.

The clerk tried to play dumb.

"...I’m not sure what you mean?"

"Loraviel is my maid. I know she was here. There’s no point in pretending."

The clerk’s face twitched.

This was seriously the worst luck ever.

A minor mistake had already forced them to stay late for work.

They didn’t mind overtime—it came with extra pay, after all.

But why did it have to be HER?!

"...Apologies, Lady Liana, but even with your status—"

"You should think carefully about who you’re refusing."

Liana’s voice lowered.

"I only want Loraviel’s letter right now. But if you make me wait…"

A slow, sharp smile.

"...I can’t promise that’ll still be the case."