An Otome Game’s Burikko Villainess Turned into a Magic Otaku

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Today is my older sister Dborahs wedding ceremony. Despite constantly talking to me about marrying into power, she married a solder of commoners birth. My stepmother and stepbrother were against this marriage, but my father was on Dborahs side and realised her wish.

That Dborah was wearing a normal wedding dress, and not her usual lantern-like dress was a little relief for me. It seems that Dsires tastes have also gone from lanterns to normal dresses recently. I wonder what on earth happened to my two sisters

Well, lets leave that aside Today, Camille was wearing a refreshing, ice-blue high waist dress. Im bothered that its a little short, but it suits her quite well. Her normal clothing is usually a robe, so its a rare chance to see her wearing a dress like today. Today, her magic tattoos are gone. They were gone during the entrance ceremony as well, but Once Camille erases her tattoos, the fact that men immediately turn their gazes to her is boundlessly unpleasant. Even though they normally dont even pay her a glance. In particular, the grooms friends who probably dont know about her are sending her gazes, bold to the point of obviousness. Camille is still Camille, you know. Even though its be fine if she ignored those gazes why is she looking back at them each time? These guys have enough momentum that it seems theyll approach Camille at any moment now, so I embraced her and restrained them.

After the wedding ceremony, the reception was being held at our villa. Until the reception begins, a cocktail party is being held in the garden But. Camille whos walking beside me is acting suspiciously. The fact that shes been glancing at the cocktails for a while now has not escaped me.

I-, Im not going to drink, you know. Ive already decided not to drink anymore, after all.

It seems that shes recalling that incident at the entrance ceremony. However, seeing the desirous gaze she was turning to the cocktails, it might just be a matter of time before she retracts her statement. I decided to get her something else to drink before that happens. Fortunately, theres a table with non-alcoholic cocktails prepared nearby. Id have have Camille wait a bit, and Id procure a drink for her I decided.

Since it was right there, I expectedly thought itd be okay, but Having gone to get a drink for Camille, I was splendidly surrounded by nobles daughters. For them to be fine with this kind of thing even at my sisters wedding is I gave my tongue a small, unnoticable click. Of course, these women know that Im engaged to Camille. Thats why these women are probably aiming for the position of the future Marquis Rhodolites mistress. There are many nobles with mistresses like my father in this country. Earlier, even Camille said that it would be fine to keep some mistresses, after all; its that common a thing. Its not rare even for both husband and wife to have other lovers.

Hey, Achille-sama. Wont you have a little chat with me?

Go away. Camilles waiting for me nearby, but you can see that, right? They probably have too much confidence in themselves. Camille is also a beautiful girl, but normally she acts like a weirdo so the daughters of nobles probably dont even bother with her.

Sorry, my fiance is waiting for me.

Isnt it fine to talk for just a little?

To be married to an oddball marquis daughter, Achille-sama is pitiful

This is how normal society sees me. Even though Im the one who pushed for the engagement, for some reason people sympathise with me wherever I go.

Its a beautiful gathering, so nobody would blame you even if you let down your hair a little.

No, this is my sisters wedding, you know? To do that in a gathering of nobles, how bold youd have to be.

Sorry, I also have things to do, so at some other time.

Geez, please dont say something so cold!

One of the noble daughters clung to me even more. In truth, after bringing Camille, I have to go greet people you know I am technically Dborahs younger brother, so I have to go around and greet the guests. I did so before and after the wedding ceremony, but there are still others left. Even though this is small scale, were still nobles so the number of guests is no joke. Thanks to my stepmothers showing off, even nobles we arent even close to are attending in huge groups. This nobles daughter is one of them. As youd expect, His Highness didnt show up, but he sent words and a gift of congratulation.

Achille-samaa

The stubborn noble daughter wrapped her hands around my arm. Was she the second daughter of the Wazzurri viscount family, again? If I remember correctly, amongst the nobles daughters, she has the nicest face, but her pridefulness and pushiness practically spills out of her. You could say that its hatred for my own kind, but at the very least, I can do things a little better than her.

We did get this rare chance to meet after all Isnt it fine?

As if its fine! Seriously, give me a break; what are you going to do if Camille misunderstands? Even while this was going on, I was still worried about Camille, so I unconsciously turned my eyes her way but

Not there.

Camille wasnt there.

Camille?

It couldnt be that she got jealous and walked off somewhere?

Its nothing surprising. Its Camille after all.

But then Ill be worried about where she disappeared to. Could it be that shes gone to talk to the soldiers from before, or could it be?

Mn?

On the table, right where Camille was sitting, was an empty drink glass. I got a bad premonition.

Hey, Achille? The fiance whos in the way is gone, so lets go.

While I was worrying about Camille, Viscount Wazzurris daughter continued talking to me without giving up. All the other nobles daughters have been pushed back by her good looks and forcefulness.

Please let go, Miss Wazzurri.

My, you dont have to speak so distantly. Please call me Elenore.

I probably wont call you that all my life.