Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Chapter 165 : A New Melody

"Come~ Raise your hands—"

"Wune~"

The weather had turned cold. Although the Pelo tribe's body is covered with fur, they still need to add some clothes to put their guardian at ease.

Bebe obediently raised both hands in front of Elsa, but when she lifted her arms, her tail also stood up high.

It's probably an unconscious movement? Although Elsa understood this, she couldn't help but be amused every time she saw it.

Just like how when moving the ring finger, a person's little finger will unconsciously move along with it, there must be some nerves connected to the tail in the beast-kin's body switches. Some movements always involve the tail, which looks quite adorable.

"...Do you want to put it on yourself?"

"Mm-hmm~"

Today, the little one seemed to want to challenge herself to put on clothes, insisting on not letting Elsa help. Elsa could only smile wryly and put down her hands.

"...Wu~~"

Bebe's little head couldn't fully emerge from inside yet, but one could see that she was still trying hard to find the correct exit, making people want to cheer her on.

As a choice for the first attempt at dressing oneself, this turtleneck sweater seemed a bit difficult.

"Puha~~"

Finally, she emerged along with both ears.

"Great job, our Bebe is amazing~"

She was so adorable that one wanted to hug her little head and rub it all over.

"Guheehee~"

Receiving Elsa's praise, the little one also smiled happily, showing her newly grown white, rice-grain-like sharp little canine teeth, making happy sounds from her mouth.

"Speaking of which, do you want to tie little Bebe's ears?"

After hanging the freshly washed curtains, Parcy rolled down her sleeves and walked over. Seeing the two engaged in warm parent-child interaction, she showed an understanding smile.

Although the Duke's mansion hadn't been completely cleaned yet, currently only the first two floors of the main hall, which would be used to receive guests, were truly open, so there was no rush for the remaining cleaning.

As the new Duchess, Yvonne seemed to think that hiring so many people as before was too extravagant and wasteful, so she greatly reduced unnecessary personnel expenses, only recalling some maids and household servants who were willing to return to work anew, without hiring additional people.

"...Tie the ears?"

Holding Bebe, Elsa looked completely puzzled.

"Some Pelo tribe have longer ears. Children's ear cartilage is softer and hasn't set yet. If you tie the ears, they will stand up."

"Ah..."

Come to think of it, Elsa remembered that the Pelo tribe she had seen in the village all had ears that stood up straight, looking quite dashing.

"But, if we tie them... won't it hurt?"

"Haha, it will hurt a bit for sure, but for boys, they usually tie them."

Using strings and wooden pieces to fix them, after about a month of tying, the ears would basically take shape.

"My little brother had his tied. After all, ears that stand up look more handsome, and that guy cares quite a bit about these things."

For male Pelo tribe members, floppy ears seem to be viewed as lacking spirit.

"Then does our Bebe want to become handsome?"

Elsa asked Bebe, who was sitting on her knee, with a smile.

"Wu?"

Seeing that she didn't seem to understand very well, Elsa reached out to lift the pair of warm ears hanging on both sides of her head, mixed with her black mane.

"After tying, your ears will stand up like this, okay?"

"Wu~!"

But she didn't seem to like this very much, shaking her little head like a rattle drum. It looked like she was unwilling.

"Then let's not tie them. Just thinking about it seems painful."

Sitting on the vine-wrapped swing chair, Elsa patted her little head.

"Droopy ears are cute too, and it's more convenient for wearing accessories."

"Wuhuhu~~"

Probably hearing the word 'cute' from mama, Bebe seemed especially happy, her little tail wagging even more enthusiastically.

Girls are always particularly sensitive to words praising them, and even children are no exception.

"Mama will definitely dress you up beautifully!"

"Awoo awoo~!"

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Becoming a noble again doesn't mean there's no work to do.

On the contrary, the governmental affairs that her father used to handle have now all piled up on her.

First falling on her shoulders was the decision-making power to participate in various matters within the parliament as a senator.

Simply put, it meant taking sides on various policies.

Moreover, with the many races within the Oz Kingdom now, just dealing with some trivial matters every day was enough to give one a headache.

For example, higher magic education, policies related to domestic magical industries... these were all parts that Yvonne needed to learn.

Fortunately, her father had also taught her a lot in his letters. Treading in the footsteps of her predecessors gave Yvonne some reference.

Then there was the management of various organizations, such as the "Myriad Leaves Gold," the National Holy Knight Order, and the church aspects—all of these required noble participation to operate. If these organizations wanted to take some actions, they all needed to draft proposals in advance and submit them to the great nobles for review.

Only after obtaining approval from two of the four families could it be presented to the parliamentary chamber for final decision.

It was precisely because of this that after regaining her noble title, Yvonne was buried in piles of documents every day, almost drowning in the letters delivered by Biidori birds.

Her father, as a lord, now had more important matters to handle.

One had to admire that old fox's foresight. The Northern Frontier had now become a pilot area, developing into a new economic and trade center, and the speed of urbanization was astonishing.

It's said that new magic vein mines have been discovered there... It seems her father will be busy in the near future. Although she wanted to bring him and her mother back to enjoy a comfortable life, her father as the lord of North Kalos and her mother assisting him seemed more energetic.

After activating the Silver Shoes, meeting them became much easier, so Yvonne stopped trying to persuade her father, letting him do what he wanted to do.

Everyone in North Kalos trusts Father so much, I should help out too.

Let's work harder...

Yvonne rubbed her slightly swollen acupoint between her eyebrows, put on her glasses again,

And entered work mode.

...

"Haa..."

Amidst the high piles of documents, Yvonne stretched lazily.

Without realizing it, it was already evening.

Work is really terrifying...

One more year.

According to the original storyline, there was still one year until the expected ending.

On that day, all stories would come to a conclusion.

Any work would have an ending.

Even if incomplete, there wouldn't be stories that could never be finished.

Like in movies, where finally everyone appears together for a walkthrough, the ending song plays, and then it fades to black, coming to an abrupt end.

Stories having endings is a common principle in this world, but it's also quite unreasonable.

Because of the wish she made, this world had been distorted to a certain extent.

The King of Oz, as the administrator, summoned her once more afterward, admonishing her to take responsibility as the center of the world.

"It's not that you need to do something great."

The King of Oz smiled and said,

"Just something like those menus would be fine."

Honestly speaking, Yvonne had no awareness of this at all.

Just like magic, this world needs new 'elements' to drive development.

The 'knowledge' that people in the story could master and the 'story' that developed were set by the world from the beginning.

But as an outsider, Yvonne possessed infinite possibilities.

'Let the story continue.'

It means creating new content.

"'New things'... that bring change to this world?"

Muttering and repeating what was said before.

If something like new menus is acceptable, then stories and poems should be fine too, right?

Thinking this, Yvonne tapped a rhythm on the desktop with her fingers, humming a song she liked according to the melody playing in her memories.

Sometimes this world is not as gentle as spring mud

In this wilderness I still tenderly face you

Only because you once tenderly faced my every dawn

"♫~"

Who knows how much time had passed,

Yvonne sensed someone behind her.

Only then did she realize that someone had been leaning on the doorframe, silently listening for a long time.

"...If you were there, you should have said something earlier."

"You seemed quite absorbed..."

Being caught in the act of secretly singing alone was truly an embarrassing thing.

"It sounds really nice, is it a song from that world?"

Looking at the lyrics Yvonne had written down on white paper, Elsa curiously peeked over and asked.

"Mm... but I plan to adapt the lyrics a bit."

After all, the original was in Chinese, which residents of this other world wouldn't understand.

"Although I don't understand... it feels like a gentle song."

She closed her eyes and repeated a small section of the melody Yvonne had just sung, her voice clear and bright, like a nightingale.

They say music has no borders.

Even if the language isn't understood, the emotions conveyed can be transmitted through the melody.

This is actually a love song.

When singing it, naturally, the one in her heart was Elsa.

However, pointing this out would be too embarrassing, so Yvonne didn't intend to say it out loud.

"Good work, want some tea?"

"Thank you."

"Then do you want some special service?"

"...Be serious!"

"Because Evie looks very tired."

Without waiting for Yvonne's agreement, she sat down.

Turning her head to the side, she smiled at Yvonne:

"Please."

Really...

In this position, Yvonne could just rest her head on Elsa's shoulder.

But actually, there's nothing to complain about. Isn't it a wonderful thing when the person you like acts coquettishly towards you and allows you to do the same to them?

It's truly magical...

Holding something in your arms seems to directly eliminate the sense of physical fatigue.

No wonder everyone likes hugs... Although it's a very simple action, it can quickly increase one's sense of happiness.

Her shoulder was just resting against Yvonne's chest, allowing her to press closely against Elsa's back over a large area, giving a sense of establishing some kind of physical connection.

"I can feel it..."

She murmured,

"Evie's chest is so soft~"

When it comes to ruining the mood, she's truly a top-notch expert.

"...Can't you be a silent pervert?!"

Did you have to say it out loud!

Although she was saying such vulgar lines, she still gave off a pure and innocent impression. This was truly a contradictory yet very natural thing.

"Speaking of which, doesn't Evie decorate her hands?"

Holding Yvonne's hand, she grasped her fingers and kneaded them, trying to give her a finger massage.

"Why are you suddenly asking this?"

"Because recently, those noble ladies who visited all had fancy things on their hands,"

"No... If I decorate my fingers with metal wires and gems like that, what about when we get intimate at night? It would hurt you."

While stamping the documents she was reviewing, Yvonne matter-of-factly stated her reason for not getting her nails done like those noble ladies.

As a result, the hand passing her documents came to an abrupt stop.

"Unbelievable..."

Elsa looked at her with a completely red face.

"Evie... Have you always been thinking about these things??"

Eh?!

...Is it my problem?

Yvonne only then realized what she had just said.

So... Compared to Elsa, this little pervert who always talks flirtatiously, is it actually herself who is more H, more unsatisfied with desires?

Is that so?

No way... It can't be??

Wuaaaaaah~~~~

Hugging her smoking head, Yvonne fell into deep self-reflection for a moment.

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Today, a special guest came to the Duke's mansion.

"...Young Miss."

Linda, wearing a scarf and carrying luggage, appeared before the two of them, out of breath.

"Linda? Why did you come here??"

Seeing this familiar elven maid, Yvonne was very pleasantly surprised.

"Linda? Why did you come alone??"

Before they could finish exchanging greetings, upon seeing Yvonne, Linda's first action was to come close and check the divine protection mark on her body from before.

Discovering that the protective mark still existed, Linda finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Miss... Have you had any contact with demons recently?"

"...Why are you suddenly asking this question?"

Although Yvonne had always vaguely felt that she knew some inside information that Yvonne didn't, if Linda was unwilling to voluntarily inform her, Yvonne had no intention of pressing for answers.

"If not, then that's naturally the best."

After putting down her suitcase, Linda sat formally in front of the two.

"You must be tired from the journey. Anyway... have some tea first."

Yvonne beckoned the maid behind her to come forward and serve.

"Oh, remember to add jam."

"Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

"By the way... His Majesty the King specially sending an envoy to North Kalos to clear Lord Campbell's name... This is also thanks to your efforts, Young Miss, right?"

"That was the result Father deserved in the first place."

She said with a smile.

She has really grown up...

The little one who used to always ask me to read her storybooks at night has become a reliable adult.

Linda took a sip of the red tea with added jam in her cup and found it exceptionally mellow.

Yvonne smiled as she stroked the woolen shawl that had been mailed to her.

Products made by the Leinster Guild's industry using raw materials provided by North Kalos were becoming well-known to the public through Emerald Logistics.

Everything was developing in a good direction.

"By the way, are Father and Mother doing well?"

"Everything is fine on Lord Campbell's side. The changes in North Kalos now... When you go next time, you'll surely be amazed to the point of being unable to close your mouth."

"Then I'll look forward to it."