Deborah Seymour the daughter of Duke Seymour, the most powerful sorcerer of the continent, is famous for committing all kinds of atrocities since childhood.
When I, who carries the title of an 'evil woman', appeared at the party, a calm silence followed in the hall that was once filled with a lively atmosphere and dance.
"What's wrong with her makeup?"
"Her makeup looks much worse than the rumor said to be!"
I,Princess Deborah was considered to be a complete incarnation of a witch that only appeared in stories and was only vaguely imagined among the people.
With sharp eyes and strong makeup, luscious red lips, pale skin, and the so ever-dark purple hair with no accessories adorning it.
People belived that if witches existed, they would have looked exactly like me.
The other ladies who attended the party were wearing pastel colored dresses on top of corsets to match the current season of spring.
But,I appeared in a dress with an very unconventional design and first of all the color.
The young ladies covered their faces with their fans and started whispering to each other about the crazy dress and the strange taste of style of the Seymour princess.
But, the outfit I was wearing fited me very well.
'Because Deborah was a woman with impressive beauty that could easily possess people, it made her seem even more like a witch.'
It was then that I stood tall in front of Baron Marco and pulled out my fan.
"Banng!!!"
Then, I slapped the baron's right cheek using immense force.
Soon, the chilling sound of the face that was slapped resounded in the hall.
The Baron fell flat on the floor,because of the sheer force I used to slap him.
"Oh my god!!!"
The crowd, but especially the ladys, were shocked by this incident.
Baron's Marco face, that was beaten with a fan out of nowhere, was stained with a red mark and he was faced with complete humiliation.
"PPPP-Princess Deborah. Why did you slapped me all of a sudden?"
"My hand just slipped."
I answered with a cold expressionless face and soon raised my other arm again and slapped the baron's left cheek, as if he was a mere fly.
"This time, I stretched my arm."
My indifferent voice shook made the Baron's goat-like beard tremble.
"WWWW-Why are you doing this Princess Deborah?"
I smiled at his question.
"I just told you that my hand slipped on its own. And by the way, your face is full of oil.
Wipe it off."
I pulled out my handkerchief and threw it in front of the Baron without mercy, then turned and walked away.
A dead silence followed after.
Everyone in the hall was taken aback by the my actions, but no one dared to stand in my way.
Instead they just talked behind my back, scared of the consequences that may result if they face me.
I am the daughter of Duke Seymour who is just as merciless as me.
The possible aftermath is too painful to endure that no one dared to offend me the Princess of Seymour.
Wheter or not it was the right moment, the waltz started right after that incident.
Not receiving any dance request, I walked to a table lined with champagne glasses.
Then, I gulped down several glasses of champagne like a drunkard.
Having emptied three glasses of champagne in an minute, I folded my arms and stared with an arrogant face, around me.
It was a gesture that made me look like I am someone who should not be trampled upon by any noble here.
In the end Mrs. Ripley Felice, who has a big heart, wasn't able to stand my behavior, and moved slowly, carefully thinking of the proper advice she should say to a Princess.
"Lady Deborah. I have something to tell you."
I moved my red fan with a cold face.
Upon looking at me closely, Mrs. Ripley saw the design of a snake with two heads embroidered on the fan.
'What a disgusting design!!'
She managed to swallow the scream that came all the way to her throat.
Most ladies would embroider a image of flowers and birds on their fans, but I had a fan with a snake on it.
'Come to think of it, there was a snake with two heads in the seal of the Seymour's household. It is considered a warning saying that no person should dare to deceive the family members of the Seymour household or else they'll meet their end.'
"Speak."
My voice was cold enough to make her tremble in fear.
Directly facing my bloody red eyes, Mrs. Ripley Felice was so scared that she ended up swallowing hard without realizing it
"IIII....Prrr-Princess. I know that drinking too much is not good for one's health."
".........so?"
"I am worried about your health. You understand me right...don't you? ...That's all.
Please enjoy the party."
Mrs. Ripley put an end to our conversation shortly, stepping back and leaving quickly .
'mmm....What was that?
And I was nervous because of you!'
I sighed as soon as Mrs. Ripley disappeared. The hand I was using to fan myself was sweating badly.
'What a scare I had!!'
I drank another glass of champagne to suppress the strain on my neck.
In fact, I was timid, despite my notoriety.
More precisely, I Yoon Do-hee, who possessed Deborah Seymour's body, am timid.
'I shouldn't let all my efforts go to waste.
I wont live as peacefully as I am now if my secret is revealed.
You don't have to feel guilty. The Baron is a fornicator of a man that needs to be beaten more often.'
Baron Marco, who was slapped with the fan by me, was not only unfaithful to his wife but was also a bastard for pushing his pregnat wife down the stairs which resulted in her breaking her leg.
'But it seems that no one cares about what I did, I see that my cold look scares them and keeps them away from me.
Everything is going as planned.
Looking at the expressions from this side, it seemed that Deborah's harsh reputation was well-maintained today.
I'm going to keep living my luxurious and peaceful life as a wicked woman.
I can't be viewed as a pushover in this life.'
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