Please Bully Me, Miss Villainess!

Elsa, afflicted by the Nightmare, became a ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment.

“…Let’s send that child away.”

After learning the full story, the duke ultimately issued this order.

For the safety of his wife and daughter, she must leave this place.

Although this noble family meeting had reached a conclusion, Mother Lena still looked at Yvonne with great concern.

The gentle mother was probably considering Yvonne’s feelings.

Indeed, logically speaking, even taking away a beloved toy would make a child cry inconsolably, and Yvonne was at an age where she could be willful and troubled.

Suddenly sending away the Young Miss’s favorite little maid, when everyone thought she would throw a loud tantrum, Yvonne didn’t do so, which would naturally seem quite abnormal.

She wasn’t trying to earn praise through this.

Though her body had become that of a child, with a mind possessing the unique sensitivity and softness of childhood, becoming sentimental, willful, and impulsive, when it truly came to this moment, Yvonne couldn’t cry.

Because Yvonne knew that only by staying calm could she negotiate the most favorable conditions for Elsa.

She desperately utilized all the information and knowledge she currently possessed to think.

The essence of dispelling magic is the decomposition and purification of the ‘Nightmare’, a degraded, inert dark magic aggregate.

Considering that this ‘Nightmare’ possessing Elsa wasn’t of an ordinary level, to achieve the best exorcism effect and preserve her life, the optimal choice was to use the opposing attribute of ‘light’ magic to break it.

Only devout believers possess God’s blessed light, so relying on clergy to help with the dispelling became the primary choice.

Yvonne wanted to entrust Elsa to Sister Delia.

“There’s a very excellent nun at the monastery in Capella Town. I believe sending this child to the relief agency there for purification is the best choice.”

Although there were still doubts about Delia’s demon race identity, at this current point in time, seeking her help was the best option.

This was also to bring the story back on track without violating the system’s requirements, killing two birds with one stone.

Of course, such words coming from a child like herself who had rarely traveled far would naturally lack credibility.

So she chose to use Linda’s mouth to convey this information.

As for how she knew this, when asked by Linda, little Yvonne could only brush it off with excuses like ‘a prophetic dream’.

Of course, using such inexplicable excuses too often would certainly arouse suspicion. At the very least, Miss Linda’s gaze towards her was becoming increasingly strange.

“…Capella? Never heard of such a small place, but since Miss Linda says so, let’s send this child there.”

Father didn’t object; he had always trusted Linda.

Moreover, his goal was simply to send Elsa away safely. As for where to send her, he had no specific requirements.

“My good daughter, don’t worry, Daddy won’t mistreat your friend.”

To reassure her, Father also promised to provide a substantial annual fund to the local church to help Elsa live better.

This way, at least until Elsa was admitted to Hartwell Magic Academy as the top scorer in the entrance exam, there would be no need to worry about her daily life.

“…Mm.”

Having thus decided Elsa’s destination, Yvonne, knowing the subsequent plot, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

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‘The next time we meet, we won’t part again.’

They made a pinky promise.

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“Um…”

“What is it? Is there anything else you want?”

The carriage for the journey and the luggage had already been prepared.

She came with nothing, so when leaving, she didn’t take much with her either.

Although Yvonne wanted to give her enough gifts to fill several carriages, little Elsa only asked for one book.

Before leaving, hugging the book they had read together, she seemed to have something more to say to Yvonne:

“Um… can’t you tell me your name yet?”

She asked, mustering her courage.

Come to think of it, Elsa still didn’t know her name.

Feeling quite apologetic towards her.

For a moment, Yvonne had the impulse to confess to her, but seeing the warning from the system, little Yvonne opted for a cunning alternative:

“I believe even without knowing my name, Elsa will definitely be able to find me in a crowd.”

“…What kind of answer is that?!”

She rarely showed anger, her puffed-up appearance like a little squirrel with cheeks full of acorns.

“Hehe, doesn’t this make it feel more like ‘destiny’?”

Let’s consider this the last ‘teasing’ before we meet again.

“…But what if the Young Miss forgets me first? My name isn’t anything special…”

She was very worried, after all, ‘Elsa’ was quite a common name. In this world, its frequency was on par with names like Anna or Mary.

Maybe the Young Miss would meet other ‘Elsas’ in the future and forget about her.

Thinking of this, Elsa felt sad and wanted to cry.

Seeing her like this, with tears welling up in her eyes, made Yvonne’s sense of guilt peak.

This scene involuntarily reminded Yvonne of 16-year-old Elsa’s reproach towards her.

So she had forgotten such an important thing, no wonder Elsa was so angry.

But to be fair, how could one remember childhood events so clearly?!

At 7 or 8 years old, equivalent to about second or third grade in the real world.

Even her previous self could barely remember things from that time. It’s quite normal to forget some things as one grows up.

Moreover, for her current self, these memories were only acquired after retrospection, so she really couldn’t be blamed for not remembering!!

Little Yvonne tried hard to think of a way to smooth things over, when suddenly, an idea struck her.

“…How about using the name of the protagonist in this book as your surname?”

She pointed at the book in Elsa’s arms.

“‘Dorothy’?”

“Mm, sounds pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“Dorothy… Elsa Dorothy…”

Hugging the book, she couldn’t help repeating the name given to her by Yvonne several times, her heart filled with joy.

The prepared carriage let out several neighs, and from not far away came the coachman’s urging call:

“No time left, get on the carriage quickly!”

Elsa turned back and waved, indicating she would be there soon.

Then she looked back at Yvonne, reluctant to part.

“…Looks like I have to go.”

Parting also meant a new beginning.

Although they were temporarily separated, their story was progressing together.

In the not-too-distant future, they would have a complete intersection, producing a wonderful chemical reaction.

Was it too cunning of her to know this unilaterally?

After all, for Elsa, this parting might be forever.

“Mm, take care on the journey.”

Saying this, her gaze unconsciously drifted to those cherry blossom-like lips.

If she wanted to complete the conquest mission, now was the last chance.

Should she go for it?

But would the favorability be too…

Just as Yvonne was hesitating, Elsa, with an expression of having made some kind of determination, took a step towards her.

“Please let me give you one last gift before I leave.”

Realizing what the other party was about to do, her heart suddenly accelerated.

Wait, could it be…

The reddened little face drew closer, and like a dragonfly skimming water, she planted a light kiss on Yvonne’s lips.

The seeds waiting to sprout in her heart had long since taken deep root.

Feelings of gratitude, feelings of love… all of it, all of it, she wanted her to know.

…She beat me to it again.

With the force of a butterfly flapping its wings, the kiss felt as gentle as flower petals.

For a moment, time seemed to stop.

In a daze, Yvonne seemed to see light wings unfurling behind the protagonist.

Like an illusion, yet also seemingly real.

Behind her, angel-like wings with brilliant colors spread before her eyes, the fluttering rainbow-colored feathers dyeing Yvonne’s entire world with her colors.

“This… this is the ‘Kiss of Promise’ written about in the book!”

Using the book cover Yvonne had given her to shyly hide her blushing cheeks, she explained somewhat unclearly.

“I’ll work hard to become excellent, to become someone worthy of you, Young Miss…”

Rainbow-colored magic, the Kiss of Promise.

“So, please wait for me… and please don’t forget me.”