[Full] The Villainess Just Wants to Live Quietly! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 7
Though slightly delayed due to an unexpected incident, Askan, Noxia, and I boarded a carriage together heading for the capital’s most renowned dressmaker.
Apparently informed of our arrival in advance, rows of staff stood neatly lined up from the entrance the moment we reached our destination.
It was clearly a grand welcome.
Though I already knew from the novel, I was once again struck by the sheer influence wielded by House Brelrop.
The coachman courteously opened the door, and I stepped out of the carriage first. Noxia followed next, and finally, Askan emerged.
Noxia and I were known faces to the public, but Askan was not.
I could sense the dressmaker’s staff widening their eyes at Askan’s appearance—it was only natural, given his breathtakingly handsome looks captivated attention at first glance.
“Welcome. I’m Madam Michelle.”
The middle-aged woman standing foremost among them offered a greeting on behalf of the group. Even without her saying so, it was evident she was the owner of this establishment.
“We contacted you ahead of time—we’re looking for a dress to wear at the royal ball.”
“Yes. Knowing you would be arriving, we’ve turned away all other customers so Lady Brelrop may shop comfortably. Please take your time browsing. I’ll personally guide you.”
Michelle spoke casually, yet it was extraordinary for them to receive only a single party of guests on such an important day when new dresses had just arrived.
Though we hadn’t specifically requested it, the overwhelmingly VIP treatment felt slightly puzzling.
Recalling the novel “Beloved Saintess,” Tanasia had always gone to great lengths to appear even more beautiful than Noxia, making extraordinary efforts every time a party occurred.
‘Could this possibly be because of that?’
Even though this was before Tanasia had begun her notorious deeds in earnest, her ill reputation was already spreading quietly, leaving me suspicious.
Noxia, standing beside me, said with flushed cheeks,
“This is my first time here, but it seems incredibly kind and wonderful.”
“Really?”
This was also my first time shopping in person since possessing Tanasia’s body. Still, Tanasia might have visited before, so I couldn’t give a definite answer.
Tanasia was the novel’s villainess—aside from scenes depicting her misdeeds, she barely appeared at all, leaving me with scarce information.
Michelle, who had been leading us slightly ahead, must have overheard Noxia and smiled gently as she replied,
“I’m honored by your praise. Since Lady Brelrop often visits us, we strive to serve her with utmost care. I imagine other dressmakers feel the same.”
Though clearly meant as a compliment, it didn’t quite sound that way in my ears.
No matter how I thought about it, the novel’s Tanasia couldn’t have shopped politely.
Glancing back, I noticed a staff member trailing far behind, trembling in visible fear.
‘Looks like I must’ve been an absolutely infamous customer….’
Though House Brelrop’s name certainly played a major role in this warm reception, perhaps my reputation as a notoriously difficult customer contributed as well.
Watching the tense staff, I let out an unseen sigh. Knowing the truth wouldn’t change anything.
Soon, we arrived in a spacious fitting room.
Luxuriously decorated, one entire wall was mirrored, and comfortable seating had been arranged for observers.
I took a seat on the sofa first, and Noxia joined me beside it. Askan, as usual, remained standing with his usual blank expression.
Michelle skillfully handed me a dress catalog and began explaining,
“These are our latest arrivals. Please select what you like, and I’ll bring them for you to try on.”
I nodded and started searching for dresses that would suit Noxia.
The key difference between Noxia and me—and her greatest strength—was her ethereal silver hair.
I imagined her silver locks shimmering under the ballroom’s brilliant lights, paired with the red diamond set gifted by Ollande.
A soft pastel-toned dress would likely suit her far better than bold, saturated colors.
After carefully reviewing the options, I finally pointed to four dresses.
“Let’s start with these.”
“Yes, if you’d like to try them on, this way—”
“It’s not me—it’s my younger sister who’ll be trying them.”
Michelle and Noxia both looked at me with surprised eyes at my words.
Apparently, they’d assumed I’d choose my own dress first.
Flustered, Noxia waved her hands and said,
“No, no—you should choose your dress first, elder sister.”
“I’ll find something that suits you first; I’ll pick mine afterward.”
The crucial point of this royal ball was Noxia’s first meeting with Crown Prince Roel.
For Tanasia, this day held no significant events, so merely going through the motions would suffice.
Noticing Noxia’s large eyes welling with tears, I realized she must have misinterpreted my changed behavior compared to the original story.
I had no intention of tormenting Noxia like in the novel, but neither did I wish to become affectionate sisters.
She could live happily in her own life, and I in mine—that was all that mattered.
“Don’t misunderstand. I simply chose yours first because I promised to help pick your dress.”
To me, it was merely an explanation, yet even I heard how tsundere it sounded. Unsurprisingly, Noxia’s touched expression didn’t fade.
Feeling uncomfortable with the atmosphere, I urged Michelle beside me,
“Please prepare the dresses quickly.”
“Oh—yes, right this way.”
At Michelle’s words, Noxia nodded slightly and rose from her seat.
After a brief wait, the curtain swished open, and Noxia appeared wearing the dress I’d selected.
‘Kuh—my taste really is impeccable….’
The dress perfectly complemented Noxia’s saintly aura. Its beadwork accents were so dazzling that she’d undoubtedly become the star of the ballroom wearing it alone.
I’d initially planned to visit several dressmakers, but as expected of the capital’s premier establishment, their dress quality was exceptional.
Excitedly, Noxia examined her reflection from every angle in the mirror and asked,
“How is it?”
“It suits you well. Try another one.”
“Okay!”
Seemingly pleased with what she’d just tried, Noxia brightened and went to change into another dress.
Thus, I witnessed Noxia modeling several new dresses.
Michelle, who’d been watching alongside me, praised her enthusiastically with evident satisfaction.
“Every dress Lady Brelrop selected suits her wonderfully—I’m at a loss for which to recommend!”
Indeed, as Michelle said, every dress looked perfect on her. The pink one was adorable, and the pale blue one exuded elegance.
All were so lovely that it became difficult to decide among them.
When Noxia returned after trying the final dress, I pointed to all the ones she’d worn and asked,
“Which one do you like best?”
“They’re all unbelievably perfect!”
“But you still need to pick just one.”
“What about you, elder sister? I’d like you to choose for me.”
Her words deepened my dilemma further. As the saying goes, beauty completes fashion—lovely Noxia shone in anything she wore.
Yet to ensure her first meeting with Crown Prince Roel was a resounding success, she needed to appear even more stunning.
After careful thought, I finally pointed to one particular dress.
“How about this one?”
The dress I indicated was white, radiating both purity and splendor.
Though all the dresses suited her well, considering her silver hair, blue eyes, and the red diamond set, this one seemed the most harmonious and beautiful.
Noxia beamed and nodded vigorously.
“Yes, I’ll take this one.”
Once we’d decided, Michelle checked the dress in her notebook. To prevent nobles from wearing identical outfits, once sold, a dress could not be purchased again.
“We’ll tailor your chosen dress and deliver it to Brelrop Mansion.”
Noticing only women’s dress catalogs on the table, I said,
“Show me men’s attire as well. I also plan to have my attendant’s suit tailored.”
“Oh, right away.”
Having finalized Noxia’s dress, we moved on to selecting Askan’s formal attire.
His expression remained blank, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but he changed into several outfits as I instructed.
Knowing he’d never give a proper answer if asked, I consulted only with Noxia and Michelle.
The outfit we ultimately chose for Askan was immensely satisfying.
Noxia covered her mouth with both hands and exclaimed in an elated voice,
“Wow—it suits him perfectly!”
Michelle beside her also nodded, unable to hide her rapturous expression.
“Having such an attendant by your side—many young ladies will surely envy you.”
Their genuinely heartfelt praise made my shoulders involuntarily lift with pride.
Askan possessed raven-black hair and golden eyes as deep as an abyss. His nose was straight and prominent, his lips firmly closed.
Though still a youth, he stood taller than others his age, with broad shoulders—his facial features and physique alike flawless.
One might describe him as a coldly elegant pretty boy.
He might not realize it, but that very distance drew people’s eyes even more.
“We’re done—go change back into your original clothes.”
“Yes.”
At my words, Askan wordlessly disappeared to change.
I reopened the dress catalog on the table and said,
“Then I just need to pick my own dress, and we’re finished.”
Though I enjoyed shopping, it was also draining. Even without trying on clothes myself, fatigue crept over me.
Noticing my state, Michelle quickly recommended some dresses.
“We have styles similar to what you usually wear right here.”
Every dress Michelle showed me seemed utterly unsuitable.
Soft, lovely-colored dresses suited Noxia, not me.
In the novel, Tanasia was a copycat—likely choosing dresses based on Noxia’s preferences rather than what suited herself.
Fortunately—or unfortunately—my past-life appearance closely resembled Tanasia’s, so I knew exactly which styles flattered me.
“My tastes have changed—I won’t wear dresses like these anymore.”
I instantly rejected Michelle’s suggestions and turned my gaze elsewhere—when suddenly, a dress caught my eye.
It was crafted in a rose-hued color.
Neither a striking red nor a soft pink, but a truly floral shade of red.
Its unique coloring and elaborate embellishments created an alluring dress that grew more captivating the longer I looked.
Unlike Noxia, who suited pastels, my features shone best in rich, vivid tones. Even without trying it on, I knew it would suit me well.
“I like this one.”
At my words, Michelle checked the red dress and looked slightly surprised.
“This isn’t your usual style, Lady Brelrop. But now that I think about it, it might suit you very well. Perhaps you’d like to—”
“No need. I’ll take this one.”
After all, this royal ball was meant to highlight Noxia.
I was merely tagging along with Askan for the experience, so the exact dress I wore hardly mattered.
“But still—”
Michelle faltered mid-sentence, clearly startled.
It wasn’t just her—Noxia, who’d overheard, leapt up in disbelief.
“You carefully picked my dress and my attendant’s suit, yet you won’t even try yours on before choosing?”
“I don’t need to try it on—I know it’ll suit me.”
Deciding there was no need for further thought, I closed the catalog and looked at Michelle’s shocked face once more.
“Please process the payment.”
“Oh—yes, of course.”
Michelle bowed slightly and left the fitting room.
Noxia, looking helpless, tugged at my sleeve.
“Wouldn’t it be better to try it on first?”
“I already know without trying. Don’t you trust me?”
“It’s not that, but…”
My firm tone silenced her further protests.
Finding her dejected expression oddly cute, I nearly said more—then stopped myself.
‘Better not get too close.’
Having been 27 in my past life, I kept perceiving Noxia not as a peer but as a much younger sister.
Our relationship was already diverging from the original plot—no need to stray further.
Rash actions could drag me into unnecessary trouble. Unless it directly concerned my survival, I intended to refrain.
Just then, a waiting staff member approached and asked cautiously,
“Shall we bring some tea while you wait?”
I nearly declined out of habit but glanced at Noxia instead and asked,
“Would you like something to drink?”
At my words, Noxia nodded eagerly—likely thirsty after all the dress changes earlier.
“Yes, I’ll have iced black tea.”
“Then bring only my sister’s drink.”
“Yes, understood.”
The visibly nervous staff member bowed deeply and hurried out.
Moments later, another staff member returned with a tray—just as she tried placing the iced tea before Noxia, who sat farther inside than me,
Clink!
The cup slipped from the staff’s hand onto the table.
Instantly, the glass shattered against the floor, spraying black tea everywhere.
No one could have anticipated the tea would splash directly onto my dress.
Though the staff member’s trembling hands had seemed uneasy from the start, I never expected this to happen.
Everyone froze in shock at the sudden incident. Michelle, who had just stepped back into the fitting room, spotted the scene and rushed over.
“Oh dear! Quick—bring something to clean this up!”
Even at Michelle’s cry, the staff stood flustered and confused.
In that moment—
Swiftly, as if appearing from nowhere, Askan knelt before me on one knee and began dabbing the spreading tea stain on my dress with a napkin.
His own clothes became soiled in the process, but he prevented the tea from staining my dress further.
To others, it might have seemed insignificant.
As my attendant, it was merely his duty. Given his status as a slave, kneeling like this might have seemed ordinary.
Yet to me, someone who’d lived in modern society, such an “ordinary” act felt anything but ordinary.
As if entranced, I reached out and placed my hand on his shoulder as he knelt.
It was a gesture meaning he could stop.
At my touch, Askan—ever the dutiful servant—looked up wordlessly.
Meeting his fathomless golden eyes, my emotions spilled out before my mind could catch up.
“…You’re adorably killing me.”
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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Isn’t he is being cute, just let him be …ufff….