A Villainess pulled out the Sword instead of the Hero.

Sobella poked her head out in wonder as she cleared her head.

 “Wow, the bag must be bigger than I thought. Where’s the stuff coming from?” 

It was a small bag, ostensibly made of magic tools, but it was actually connected to the storage room in the basement of Morgana’s mansion.

 

It was an Avalon import, very expensive.

 

Not only that, but it came across from the demons.

 

Sobella’s expression changed from curiosity to disbelief as she saw the bottles lined up on the floor.

 “Morgana… what are you going to use all this stuff for…?” “Sobella, I used to work for the local Maghul.” “Maghul. You mean the place where the demons gather?” 

There are such things.

 

A place where humans gather, screaming at you to give them your guts for a single scrap of bread.

 

A place where the occasional bartering man comes to barter acorns for alcohol. Morgana gripped the bottle tightly.

 “You can’t talk to those guys.”  “You don’t have any booze besides tea?” “Not really. It’s a pity, my lord, how alcohol is forbidden in the palace except for special occasions.” 

Morgana’s arched eyebrows made the minor baron pause for a moment.

 

The tone of his voice, the way he spoke.

 

Everything about him reeked of the truth. He coughed and fiddled with his teacup, showing his discomfort.

 “No, I came here to see Lady Guinevere, and she’s not here, and you want me to drink this kind of tea?” “Her Royal Highness is out for a while, but if you’ll wait, she will be able to show you around.” 

Guinevere’s absence only served to deepen the truth.

 

In response to the hasty refusal, the little baron let out a snort of laughter.

 “No way, you two. Didn’t you tell your master of my visit, and now you think it’s funny that I belong to the same family that’s been in Britain?” “Of course not, would you like to see?” 

Morgana smiled broadly and pulled a scroll from her apron.

 

Grabbing the top of the curled paper, she unfolded it with a snap, and the bottom of the ever-expanding scroll dragged on the floor.

 

As if that weren’t enough, it rolled across the floor of the guest room, showing off its length. Morgana pointed to the middle of the scroll in disbelief.

 “As you can see, this is the thirty-ninth visit the minor baron has made today. And the wait hasn’t diminished because the Princess hasn’t returned yet.” “What, there’s also the Marquis of Gabel, I thought he wasn’t visiting today!” “Yes, but the Marquis was the 45th to arrive, and he arrived a little earlier!” 

The minor baron, whose face had been absorbed in the scroll, leaned back nervously on the sofa again.

 

He scratched his head and sighed.

 “Ha… I’m seriously drunk now. So give me some wine.” 

Sobella, who had been watching the situation from the sidelines, cautiously spoke up again.

 “I beg your pardon, my lord, but the wine…” “Ah, the 39th can’t even ask for a drink!” 

Morgana glanced around the room.

 

Obviously, the maid who had been by his side when he’d first walked in hadn’t heard him. That’s what you brought on yourself.

 “Yes, I’ll have it ready in a moment!” 

Scared to give a cold answer, the maid’s head snapped toward Morgana.

 

As soon as she left the room to prepare the drinks, she followed her out, eyes and nose dilated.

 “Are you crazy? What if I tell him I’m actually going to serve him a drink?” “Don’t worry.” 

Since when did she care about the new recruit?

 

I waved my hand dismissively, and she stopped in his tracks, frowning.

 “Is this all you’re doing? I don’t know.” “Yes, I know!” 

Leaving her behind, Morgana stormed into the liquor store and grabbed a bottle of wine.

 

Squinting carefully at her surroundings, she pulled a vial of herbs from her pocket.

 

Morgana grinned insouciant and applied a very fine layer of herbs to the inside of the glass.

 “I’ll make sure not a strand of your hair is visible in the palace.” 

Outwardly, it didn’t look much different than before.

 

It was just a tiny amount. Morgana looked at the empty glass and muttered meaningfully.

 “This will be deadly.” 

Dragging the tray back to the Baron, Morgana removed the cork from the wine bottle.

 

Under the uneasy glances of Sobella and the maid behind her, she poured the wine.

 “Ha, finally something worth drinking.” 

A few minutes after, he took a satisfied sip.

 “What’s wrong with my stomach.” 

Grumble, grumble. In rapid succession, a series of feverish signals rang out from the Baron’s stomach.

 

His face paled as he set the glass down.

 

Clutching his stomach, he staggered to his feet and called out.

 “Wait, everybody, get out of the way…” 

Morgana deliberately stood in the way, like someone who knows what’s going on but doesn’t care.

 “Oh my, what’s wrong?” “Get, get out of the way!” 

He bent down to his waist, clutching his stomach, and stormed out of the room.

 

Morgana smiled wryly as the room quieted, wiping the sweat from her brow.

 “Alright, we’re done with the 39th guest, so let’s go next, Sobella.” “Uh, is that okay? What if he comes back?” “He probably won’t.” 

His stomach must be churning. It’s impossible to stand up.

 

Even the smallest dose of the herb was enough to cause an upset stomach, and the effect was immediate.

 

Despite her feelings, Morgana smiled as if she didn’t know what was going on and headed into the next room.

 “What do you have for tea?” “I made a list for your viewing pleasure!” 

Giving the picky guest a choice.

 “I’ll have tea.” “My child doesn’t drink tea, please substitute accordingly.” “Milk, cocoa, lemonade. Would you like a puzzle to play with while you wait?” 

Guests who arrive with young children get a personalized drink and a toy to distract them.

 “King! King!” “This is Royelivia Le Salerne III. Please serve him graciously.” “As a separate matter, Royelivia, I will show you to a place where you can socialize and play

!”

 

The four-legged beasts were given a small clearing to play in.

 

As time went on, the maids’ mouths began to open.

 “How wonderful! This is the first time I’ve ever seen Lady Belle not lose her temper!” “Listen, if you don’t mind, I was wondering if I could ask your opinion on what I should do in a situation like this.” “Morgana, did you say you’re on a probationary period? Have you thought about transferring to the main palace? We have plenty of work and pay one and a half times as much.” 

Other palace maids in passing even made her an outright offer.

 “If you’re thinking of coming to the palace, give me a nudge. The prince is at the academy, but he’s still young and needs a nanny. I’ll push for it.” 

The maid from the palace covered her mouth and whispered very quietly.

 “You can get a title for being a nanny. It’s not a bad deal.” “Oh, my, Rendy. Isn’t the prince a bit old to have a nanny? It’s not fair to attract talent with lies.” “She’s a talent like this, that’s why she should go to the prince’s palace! Oh, the palace, how vast and how nice!” “What are you talking about, the Princess Palace is twice as big!” “That’s because the palace has a lot of work! Don’t you know that life is from 9 to 6?” 

The head maid’s eyebrows wiggled as she watched the conversation. She had been in a bad mood all day long, and now it had reached its peak.

 

Arrogantly crossing her arms, she watched the other maids bicker and clicked her tongue in disapproval.

 “They’re only doing this because I taught them well. Everyone.” 

A ladle, not a spoon…?

 

Morgana laughed at the maid’s comment and glanced at the other maids.

 

‘The Princess’s immediate handmaids are watching.’

 

With Guinevere out of the way, it was hard to see the concerned figure. She slipped past the squabbling maids at a brisk walk.

 “Her Lady, the Countess Marlo Aestiva!” 

A hallway lined with guest rooms.

 

In a distant whisper, one of the maids rushed to relay the information.

 

The maids who had just been scrubbing the floor scurried away. The bickering maids bowed their heads in respect.

 

Morgana chuckled to herself as she surveyed the suddenly clean hallway.

 “Huh…” 

Even if it was an illusion, the head maid didn’t even look like the person she’d seen earlier.

 

‘Now that I think about it, didn’t you just leave it here?’

 

Considering her personality, she was the one who actively avoided doing things she didn’t want to do.

 

The implications of this murderous appearance began to sink in.

 

‘A four-star main!’