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The invitation to the tea party arrived under the same wax seal as the invitation to her condemnation.

Elisabeth knew how it went. Back when this world had been a game, at the tea party celebrating Crown Prince Albrecht's birthday, the villainess spilled tea down the heroine's dress and was written out of the story then and there. Three days later, the engagement broken. Seven days later, the convent. That was what the walkthrough sites said.

"My lady, your color—"

Marie tugged at her sleeve, worried. Elisabeth opened her fan and hid her mouth. What she wanted to hide was not her color but the letters drifting in the upper right of her vision.

here we go, here we go, the tea party episode

this is the one where she spills the tea, right? i know this one

my lady's face going pale lmao

The comments had no restraint today either. No one else could see them, and yet they saw more than anyone.

"I'm quite all right, Marie. The sun is only a little strong."

A lie. The sun was weak. It was simply that these people were right infuriatingly often.

Beyond the gazebo, His Highness came walking. Golden hair, a flawless smile, and half a step behind him, the pink-haired heroine. Identical to the game's portrait, down to the last line.

flag incoming

did she pick up the tea? she picked it up, right?

run run run

She did not run. Elisabeth set her teacup at the very far end of the table. Out of reach.

"Lady Elisabeth. Thank you for coming today."

"Your Highness. I am honored by the invitation."

A perfect curtsy. She checked for herself that she was not trembling, not even at the fingertips. For the briefest moment, His Highness glanced at her hands, as though searching for something. The cup was far away.

huh? she's not spilling it?

the plot changed

my lady is competent

"Until later, then."

His Highness left, still smiling. The heroine looked back and tilted her head, just slightly. Behind her fan, Elisabeth let out her breath.

survived today's share

The comments are kind, sometimes.

The tea party invitation arrived sealed with the same wax seal as the letter of condemnation.

Elisabeth knew. Back when this world was a game, at the tea party celebrating Prince Albrecht's birthday, the villain lady would spill tea on the heroine's dress and make her exit. Three days later, the engagement broken. Seven days later, the convent. That's what the strategy guide said.

"Miss, your complexion..."

Marie pulled at her sleeve with concern. Elisabeth opened her fan to hide her mouth. What she wanted to hide wasn't her complexion, but the text that floated softly in the upper right of her vision.

"Here it comes, the tea party arc" "This is where she spills the tea, right? I know this" "Miss's face being blue is hilarious"

The comments were shameless as always. Invisible to everyone else, yet seeing better than anyone.

"I'm fine, Marie. It's just the sun is a bit strong."

It was a lie. The sun was weak. But what these people said was frustratingly accurate.

From beyond the pavilion, Albrecht came walking. Golden hair, a perfect smile, and a half step behind him, the heroine with pink hair. Exactly as in the game's character portrait.

"Flag incoming" "Got the tea? You've got it, right?" "Run, run, run"

She didn't run. Elisabeth placed the teacup at the far end of the table. Out of reach.

"Elisabeth. Thank you for coming today."

"Your Highness. It is an honor to have been invited."

It was a perfect courtesy. She herself confirmed that she wasn't trembling even in her fingertips. For just a moment, Albrecht looked at her hands as if searching for something. The cup was far away.

"What, she's not spilling it?" "The development changed" "Miss is competent"

"Well then, see you later."

Albrecht left with a smile still on his face. The heroine turned back and tilted her head slightly. Elisabeth exhaled behind her fan.

"Survived another day"

The comments were kind, sometimes.