The villainess is tired of everything - Chapter 2

The Marquis Etoire’s main residence was one of the largest mansions in the capital, and it also had several annexes.

My favorite space was the glassed-in garden.

A sofa, table, and even a bed were placed in the middle of it, making it feel like you were in the woods.

I changed into a light dress and headed straight to the garden.

I stretched out on the bed, kicked off my shoes, and called out to the maid.

“10 macarons and black tea. And please bring me a cake with lots of strawberries.”

“Yes, yes. Yes, sir.”

It’s been a long time since I’ve had this sweet craving.

After exhaling, I stood up and sat down on the sofa. Now it’s time to relieve stress.

In the blink of an eye, my favorite dessert was set on the table, one after the other.

A cake filled with strawberries and whipped cream. And colorful macaroons. Everything was perfect, including the black tea that had just started brewing on the table.

‘Goodbye to the social world now.’

I don’t know how much stress we have to endure in order to survive in a place where there are many people who tell each other what they want, praise each other, and criticize others behind their backs.

I no longer want to be involved in the process of meeting people and talking to them.

Ryan and Kaysen, who didn’t listen and ostracized me no matter how hard I tried, and Leshuan, the heroine who gave me hundreds of sweet potatoes with her obtuse insight and personality that didn’t match mine, said goodbye to everyone.

No matter what happens to the original story, I plan to live with cats for the rest of my life and then die old.

I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before.

Maybe it was the pressure of being a modern person and having a social life.

I don’t need to.

“What should I do at home? ”

However, it was true that the lives of the nobles in the book were boring, as they did not have everything like modern society.

I needed things that would make this life of seclusion bearable. For example, things like smartphones, computers, and projectors.

At that time, something flashed through my mind.

“Magic tools. Let’s make magic tools.”

Tools made with magic. I’d heard that you could order wizards to invent specific things if you wanted.

Of course, tools were not usually used by the nobility, as their cost was astronomical and considered ominous, but…

For me, Marceau Etoire, it was a different story.

The Marquis de Étoire neglected the daughter he left behind when his wife died, but he did not spare any support. Because he loved his wife so much, it was painful to see Marceau, who looked exactly like her, but he could not completely abandon her.

It’s a tragedy that I didn’t know Marceau well enough to realize that she had become someone else, but it’s a blessing in disguise.

The bottom line is that there is plenty of money.

So I was planning to pour out the money generously for my comfortable, secluded life.

“Letty.”

“Yes, miss.”

“I want to meet a magic tool merchant.”

So I put my idea into action.

All of the wealth of the Marquis de Étoire came from mining for magic stones. The marquis was a wealthy man who owned two of the only five mines where magic stones could be mined.

The remaining two belonged to the royal family, and the last one belonged to the Marquis of Ephecle, where the protagonist, Leshuan, is located.

Magic stones were mainly used to make staffs for palace wizards for the emperor.

Moreover, because of its beautiful purple color, magic stones were often carved into lamps and used as decorations.

The capital’s palace, decorated with magic stones, was said to be the most beautiful building in the empire.

Magic tools were items made by crafting magic stones. A raw, purple chunk of geode would be taken to a wizard, who would then work it into the desired shape.

Mysterious objects, such as carriages that move quickly without horses or machines that can record voices, were all created using magic stones and wizards.

But unfortunately, magic tools have not yet developed that much in this world.

Magic tools were very useful, but not only did they require magic stones to make, but their performance varied depending on the wizard’s abilities.

Furthermore, the wizards were not pleased to see a tool that could perform magic without a wizard.

High-ranking wizards hated magic tools that lost their value. Even so, wizards were often viewed as ominous because of the power they possessed.

It was inevitable that the amount would increase astronomically.

Conservative aristocrats also didn’t like horseless carriages or recorders.

Anyway, the world ran just fine without magic tools.

The emperor and nobles disparaged magic tools.

Spreading false rumors, such as magic tools being cursed and no one using them.

But to me, those false rumors didn’t have much of an impact.

What kind of recorder are you talking about? In the future, what I would request to be made by processing magic stones would be far beyond the level of a recorder.

Above all, the magic tool was a lottery ticket.

Because one of them, a horseless carriage, would later be used on a date between Ryan and Leshuan.

This incident sheds the stigma of being cursed, and the tools begin to sell like hotcakes to nobles who appreciate rare things.

This further benefits the imperial family, which has a monopoly on wizards.

It even became famous after it was revealed that various tools made from magic were used to suppress wizards.

In a society that shunned wizards, a tool that could subdue them was an irresistible temptation.

High-ranking wizards eventually gave in to money.

“It was too much money to refuse…” is a very fitting story for this capitalist society, isn’t it?

And I had enough wealth to make it work.

***

My faithful maid, Letty, quickly recognized the merchant who sold the tools. I was surprised. I thought it would be a little more difficult. It was as fast as if the merchant had found me.

Oh, of course, I didn’t move a single step from the house. If a person says something, he or she should stick to it.

Also, I didn’t want to get myself in trouble with Ryan and Keisen since they’d be watching me.

The merchant said he wanted to see me in person and talk to me. I readily accepted. Everything went smoothly.

And today was the day the merchant visited the Marquis Etoire.

I had a serious look on my face as I rolled around on the sofa in the living room.

The time we decided to talk was 2 o’clock. The current time is 1:58. But the merchant was nowhere to be seen.

“I’ve been scammed.”

I didn’t think I would be able to find a magic tool dealer so quickly. Because there are many people who avoid magic tools. If there is no demand, there is no supply.

“Still, I thought it would be a little easier because I’m the Marquis of Etoire.”

Since he was the Marquis of Etoire who owned a magicite mine, I thought he would come to meet me as soon as he heard that he was looking for a magic tool dealer. But I’d been scammed.

I grumbled as I looked at the second hand reaching 2 o’clock.

It looks like we’ll have to wait longer to add joy to our secluded lives.

First, let’s change the interior of the house. I like minimalist white furniture, but the furniture here was so luxurious.

I don’t care what people think; I’m going to do what I want, and I don’t care what people think.

Just thinking about it makes me feel better. I grinned and picked up my fork.

“Let’s eat the cake first.”

The moment I cut the fruit cake infront of me in half, a man appeared in front of me.

“What?”

That’s right. A man descended from thin air.

Is it possible to teleport inside the mansion? You’d have to be pretty good to do that.

As I was sitting there blankly, a man whose face I could not see properly because he was wearing a robe greeted me.

“Hello?”

It was a soft, sweet voice.

Why do you speak informally as soon as you see it? As a Confucian girl, I could never accept this.

I stiffened and was about to spout off some flirty line about who I was, but I stopped myself as I watched the man remove his robe.

“… What.”

Unexpected words came out spontaneously. It was a reaction based on instinct.

His fine silver hair sparkled like a high-quality diamond.

She had a pretty face that would make anyone’s first love at first sight, but it wasn’t a pretty face.

The double eyelids raised like a cat and the matching three-white eyes gave off a decadent feel and caught everyone’s attention.

It’s like looking at a dangerous poisonous plant that tempts people with its beautiful appearance but can kill people at any time with the poison it harbors inside.

Nonetheless, it’s so tempting that you can’t help but reach for it.

Do people like this exist in the world?

The man stared at my blank face and smiled brightly like a flower.

“My name is Darcy, a magician and magician.”

What is this handsome guy?