Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

The dim tavern was filled with the scent of tobacco, fermented barley malt beer, and men’s sweat. Except for the last item, Yvonne could accept each individually, but mixed together, the odor became quite indescribable, making her frown involuntarily.

Although conservatively dressed, the young blonde girl’s sudden appearance in the tavern still attracted many gazes. However, the men’s ill-intentioned looks were quickly dispelled by this thorny young lady’s glares.

The villainous persona had its advantages; no one dared to approach and cause trouble, which made Yvonne breathe a sigh of relief.

Wearing a robe… someone dressed as a witch…

Found her.

Amidst the casually dressed crowd, such attire was quite conspicuous.

Quickly, Yvonne locked onto her target in the corner of the bar.

Despite the stifling summer heat, this person was wrapped up from head to toe.

A gray-black robe enveloped her entire body. Although it was the kind of outfit that would make one feel stuffy just by looking at it, for some reason, it gave off a cold feeling.

From the body’s curves wrapped in the robe, one could tell it was a mature woman.

Approaching her, Yvonne realized that the initial cold feeling wasn’t her imagination.

The temperature around her was several degrees lower than the surrounding environment, with air currents swirling.

As expected of a magic user, she probably used some sort of spell to keep her surroundings cool?

Yvonne had thought this spell was her own creation, but to think others used it too, which made her feel a bit deflated.

“Excuse me, could I borrow some of your valuable time, Miss Alchemist?”

Mustering her courage, Yvonne approached and initiated conversation.

This Witch Lady was drinking alone. Seeing Yvonne approach to greet her, she lifted the brim of her hat,

Her eyes widened slightly, looking somewhat surprised.

Wearing that classic wide-brimmed witch’s hat, her entire face was almost buried in shadow. Combined with the dim lighting here, it was impossible to see her full countenance.

However, just seeing her eyes, Yvonne vaguely felt the other party was a beauty.

“You’ve finally come, young lady.”

Before Yvonne could speak, she took the initiative to address her, her eyes flashing with an unusual light, as if greeting an old friend after a long separation.

…Could this person have some mental issues?

Yvonne felt a bit uneasy.

Although the other party was also female, many traditional works depicted witches as eccentric characters. If she was such a person, Yvonne wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Do you know me?”

Hearing this question, the other party hesitated for a moment, then slowly shook her head left and right,

“No… I don’t know you, it’s just a premonition.”

Her tone carried a hint of amusement, along with a trace of helplessness.

Was it her imagination?

Yvonne also felt that the person before her gave off a very familiar feeling.

But she was certain that even when she was still a duke’s daughter, there was no such mysterious character among the people she knew, and no such person had appeared in the game either.

Such a distinctive witch character, if she had seen her before, would surely have left a deep impression.

So… not a character originally set to appear in the game, but another character in this world?

Yvonne could only temporarily draw this conclusion in her heart, no longer pondering this question.

“A new face, eh? Young lady, what would you like to order? This season, the newly brewed grape wine and light malt beer are quite good—”

Seeing her sit at the bar, the tavern owner began enthusiastically promoting to her.

“No, um…”

Yvonne wanted to refuse.

She was well aware that drinking could lead to mistakes.

Moreover, she was only 16 years old now. It was common sense that minors shouldn’t drink alcohol. Even if this common sense didn’t apply in another world, she still wanted to adhere to it.

But having already sat down in the shop, it seemed inappropriate not to order anything.

“Please bring a cup of lemon leaf tea for sobering up for the young lady here.”

“Certainly.”

Seeing her dilemma, the Witch Lady beside her smiled and helped her out of the awkward situation. With an adult’s grace, unexpectedly considerate, this made Yvonne feel somewhat moved.

Except for her slightly odd behavior, this Witch Lady seemed to be a normal person.

Originally coming here with the anger of ‘must find the bastard who made the aphrodisiac and settle accounts’, but upon actually meeting the person, most of that anger dissipated.

“—Please.”

The Witch Lady extended her black-gloved hand, gesturing for her to sit down.

“…Thank you.”

Her gaze lingering on the now empty potion bottle in Yvonne’s hand, she lowered her voice and slowly spoke:

“You came to find me for this, right?”

Yvonne nodded, taking a deep breath.

“This is what you sold to that merchant, isn’t it?”

Although she wanted to raise her voice to question, facing the person herself, she inexplicably lost her courage.

The Witch Lady chuckled, seemingly not intending to evade this troublesome visitor.

“So, did you use this potion?”

“…Yes.”

Yvonne nodded reluctantly.

Admitting to using an aphrodisiac in front of others was a shameful thing no matter how you looked at it.

“When did you use it?”

“…Three days ago.”

The Witch Lady picked up her cup and took another sip of malt beer.

“In that case, the effects should have worn off by now. What’s the problem, are there other issues?”

“Of course there are!”

With a flushed face, Yvonne’s face was full of shame and anger,

“The effects haven’t worn off at all!! Just seeing that person makes my heart suddenly start racing, I can’t catch my breath, and even just being touched by her feels like I’m about to die—Since you made this potion, please take responsibility and give me the antidote!!”

“…Pfft.”

The Witch Lady was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing,

Although her expression couldn’t be seen clearly, judging by the frequency of her hat’s movements, she seemed to be holding back laughter.

This annoying demeanor was somewhat similar to a certain person Yvonne knew.

“…I somewhat understand the situation now.”

Covering her mouth, she said while strongly suppressing her laughter,

“You only react to that specific person, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Then, when you’re touched by that person, how does it feel?”

Resting her chin on her hand, the Witch Lady asked half-jokingly, her words full of teasing flavor.

“…This is sexual harassment!”

Yvonne gritted her teeth.

She took back her previous words; this adult was truly terrible. If the other party wasn’t female, she might have punched her already.

“Anyway, calm down and listen to me first,”

The Witch Lady cleared her throat and spoke seriously.

“Well… although it’s somewhat related to my potion, this isn’t entirely the potion’s effect, but rather a reaction of ‘love’, young lady.”