27: The Villainess Attempts Tennis Once Again
Due to the king’s whims, I ended up having to team up with Eivind.
Well, it makes sense.
We were the only ones left. Many would’ve begrudged the sight of the most popular guy pairing up with the most unpopular girl, but that was simply how life worked out. Apparently, for humans to enjoy gathering together, there needed to be some balance.
Well, that’s all from me for now.
—More importantly, why is Cecily’s fiancé my opponent?
“According to my very brief investigation, His Majesty seems to have spoken to him as well.”
“That’s my first time hearing it.”
“I can see that he’s very displeased. Either way, isn’t this a great opportunity? Why don’t we just cream him here? If he gets humiliated in public, he may become quieter in the future?”
“Cream him, you say…”
…I can only picture myself bashing him with my racket.
While I didn’t care if the nose of Cecily’s fiancé, whose name I didn’t even remember, ended up rearranged, I’d feel bad if my racket accidentally flew towards the girl he partnered with.
As I was thinking about that, Eivind whispered to me.
“Did you know? The girl he partnered with… She intends to replace you as his fiancée. So, not only is she talking about you behind your back, she also hid your shoes.”
“—Then there’s no problem!”
That makes it easy.
I raised the hand holding the racket and pointed it at my fiancé who was on the opposite side of the court.
“If that’s what you’re up to, then if we win, you’ll give up on me!”
“Hmph, and here I thought you had something useful to say—”
“—Okay, I’ll serve the ball.”
Eivind received the ball from the referee, ignoring my seething fiancé.
Judging by the way Eivind skillfully bounced the ball off the ground, he must be pretty good at tennis, too.
So, not only he’s a genius at magic and handsome, he is also good at sports? And they say God is fair…
Other female students gathered around as our audience. Among them, the king stood out like a sore thumb.
“Okay, then let’s go.”
Eivind threw the ball up and swung his racket.
I faced forward, holding the racket in both hands as Anita had taught me, and lowered my waist… But no matter how much time passed, I still couldn’t hear the sound of the ball being hit. When I slowly turned around, I saw a ball rolling at Eivind’s feet…
…Huh?
“Eivind?”
“Actually, I’m not good at tennis.”
“Huh!?”
—Say no more.
…Thus, a one-sided match where we were only attacked by the enemy began.
My fiancé won’t stop laughing… Why does his boisterous laugh make this sad?
Although I desperately tried to fight back, somehow, when I was being careful not to let the racket slip out of my hand, I ended up missing the ball.
During the match, Eivind proposed a certain strategy, his expression dead serious.
“…What do we do? What if I secretly use magic?”
“No, breaking the rules is prohibited.”
“But don’t you want to win?”
Certainly, I don’t want to lose to someone like that, either. I want to make him sorry.
But… That’s just me.
“There’s no reason for us to go that far just to win. Wouldn’t it be better if the match ended as soon as possible?”
“No, no, if we win this match, the woman I like will be single, right? If that’s the case, I can’t pull my punches!”
…I thought I made it clear after the theatre club performance.
Yet, his attitude and feelings hadn’t really changed at all.
“…You’re really fond of me, aren’t you?”
“There’s no woman stronger than you in this world.”
“Is that your type?”
Although I shrugged it off as usual, for a second, I mulled it over.
I was Nora Noz, the Incorrigible Villainess, and not the Cecily Travasta of the present era.
I was just a ghost from 800 years ago. Eivind had never seen the real me, that decrepit old woman who looked like withered grass.
What’s more, that ghost is the enemy of the entire world.
I could still remember the cheers that erupted at my sealing. The cheers were louder than the one Hana, who had just scored the final smash, was receiving on the court beside mine.
Good for you, Anita. You managed to win.
My friends were enjoying their youth.
I, too, would like to bask in cheers genuinely praising me this time, something that stems out of honest admiration.
“…I really want to win.”
—Because…
I placed my hands on my hips and glared at my fiancé who was scoffing at me.
“…It’d be annoying to lose to someone who doesn’t play fair.”
“Oh, did you notice?”
I nodded at Eivind who grinned at me.
They are brazenly using magic to cheat.
***T/N: Ah, Eivind is exuding bottom energy again.
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