The Villainess who Only Had 100 Days to Live Had Fun Every Day

e it.”

When I started erasing the blackboard, I could still hear laughter from behind me.

‘She’s trying to act strong.’ ‘Wow, how stuck-up.’

Towards those words, I needn’t pay any heed.

The graffiti seemed to have been drawn with great force.
As such, it wasn’t disappearing easily.
At that time, I heard a low voice coming from the classroom door.

“…Lelouche, what are you doing?”

The classroom stilled.

I exhaled a little and turned around with a smile.

“Your Highness Zafield, as you can see, I’m merely doing my duty.”

“Why are you soaked?”

My uniform still clung to my skin.
My drenched hair was still dripping with droplets.
Still, to me, who kept smiling, His Highness Zafield was unconvinced.

That’s not good.
Don’t make such a terrifying expression.
It’ll ruin the title of ‘Silver Prince’ and the two other fancy nicknames you have.

“You misunderstand.
I tried cleaning the blackboard with water, only to spill it on myself.
How careless of me!”

Suddenly, my hand, which was cleaning the blackboard, was caught by him.

“Are you truly alright?”

“Fufu, your breath is tickling my ear.”

The next thing he did was sigh.
I was robbed of the rag as it was.
When I turned around, His Highness Zafield had reverted to his usual self.

“I’ll do it instead.
Please change your clothes, Lelouche.”

“But I can do it myself—”

“—Are you trying to bother me?”

I looked down at my chest.
Certainly, my uniform clung to it.
However, it wasn’t transparent, for it wasn’t the summer uniform.
Nevertheless, His Highness Zafield seemed keen on dismissing me—

—Well, it’s fine.

For the most part, I was able to erase the parts I didn’t want His Highness to see.

“Well then, I shall happily oblige.”

“I’ll tell the teacher.
Take your time.”

“Thank you.”

Before leaving the classroom, I thanked him.

Even so, I turned around and smiled bitterly.
Instead of Lumiere of the ‘Trois’ class, they were now targeting me.
They thought I had fallen so miserably.
Thus, in an attempt to curry favor from the royal siblings, they targeted me instead.

Yesterday, I received multiple gifts from both the Silver and the Golden Princes.
It was a shame that the news hadn’t reached them.
Personally, the painting they had given me was too godly, though…

…But, are you all aware?

To pick a fight with me also means angering both of His Highnesses.

Would your parents approve of your actions?

How courageous—! How bold—! I didn’t hate it, at all—!

So, how should I return the favor?

I contemplated that while combing my damp, black, hair.

***T/N: Oh man, if she’s truly going to die after this, I feel so, so bad for her to have to endure such bullying during her last few days…