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Gold Tier winner for WFP #3

Asura Claremont, the sole daughter of Duke Claremont, rumored to be the most beautiful maiden in the Kingdom of Loen. is—

Asura: Ha? That's bullsh*t. You got two things wrong there. First, it's not 'rumored.' It's a fact. Second, it's not just 'Loen.' I'm obviously the most beautiful in the world.

Ah, yes! Apologies, apologies, my lady. Now, where was I?

Asura Claremont, the sole daughter of Duke Claremont, the most beautiful maiden in the world, was sought after by both men and women for her beauty, intelligence, and delightful personality.

With such circumstances, her romance story should be a perfect one, and her ending should beautiful, right?

That would've been the case... if not for a particular individual. 

That person was—

Asura: The ABSOLUTE WORST! An OBVIOUS villain! 
(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Ahem, please do not interrupt, my beautiful protagonist! 

That person was the one that always secretly tried to sabotage her relationships, the one that stole her things, the one that continuously bothered her... 

...Lancera Hall. 

This is the story of a villainess and her victim.

Asura: (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

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Asura would never be bold enough to speak her thoughts in public, but this book is filled with these precious treasures! Read on to find her adorable and messed up thoughts~

The Villainess and her Victim

All the malicious thoughts in my mind were immediately banished, replaced by a dazed puzzlement.


It was only when the girl took a step forward did I snap back to my senses, scrambling to get my act together.


I immediately changed my face— to a face of some random girl I had glimpsed in my class—except I adjusted some minor features on her face, just so that Asura, someone who most likely memorized all the names and faces in the academy, would not recognize me.


W-W-Will she keep her distance from now on?


At the moment, I had nothing in my mind except to prevent her from knowing what I had done. 


Those were my thoughts as I transformed my face into one of innocence and confusion when the figure finally turned around.


Her eyes were filled with shock, but I didn't see since my head was lowered.


Then, upon lifting my head, my eyes widened—it wasn't an act. Asura… her eyes… they were puffy? And that redness under her eyes… No matter how you look at it, it was clear that she had been crying.


For a second, I wanted to run over and grab her by the shoulders, nuzzle my head into her chest and coerce her to tell me who had bullied her, bully that person a million times harder and protect Asura so that she never cries again.


I've already thrown away my identity as 'Lancera Hall.'


I'm not Lancera, who is able to do that. I'm someone else, a stranger that Asura doesn't know.


Biting my tongue to prevent my throbbing heart from spilling my true desires, I uttered out at last, "Miss Asura?" with my feet stuck in place.


"M-My! Nice COINCIDENCE meeting you here, um... Lady... " It seemed that Asura was quite dazed; perhaps she hadn't gotten over the events that made her cry, I speculated in worry.


Still, I didn't let any of my distraught feelings show and finished the sentence for her in a detached yet respectful manner, "It's Caroline, Miss Asura. I'm the adopted daughter of Baron Baske."


A White Lie