Chapter 18 - A Sweet Girl Won’t Be Fooled By The Villainess

Chapter 18 Am I about to die? "Sir, this is a private residence. Please leave," the butler said. Ifia stood at the doorway, impossible to be ignored by anyone. After instructing the burly man, the new butler turned to Ifia, his eyebrows furrowing involuntarily. Despite the nobles' contempt for commoner students at Puris Academy, those who graduated from Puris Academy could still secure decent positions, even commoner students, and those who worked hard or were fortunate might even obtain noble titles. Therefore, the butler, Heber, dared not look down on anyone and was polite to everyone. Just like that previous butler who always dressed neatly and arrogantly like a nobleman, now in such a miserable state, it was unimaginable. How unpredictable the world was! Heber couldn't help but wonder what Nison had done to make Miss Baren so angry! But since the opportunity had fallen to him, he had to grab it tightly. Once he pleased Miss Baren, his position as a butler would rise, perhaps he could go to the Baren Duke's residence as a live-in butler, earning a higher salary and maybe even receive a baron's title upon retirement. Serving in the Duke's household had many benefits; otherwise, so many people wouldn't be vying for the position. But even with such good benefits, it also came with certain risks. The more noble the aristocracy, the more unbearable it was. But one must take risks to seek wealth and glory in life! "Hello, I am here to see… Miss Baren for an important matter," Ifia said, feeling a bit intimidated by the situation, her speech becoming more restrained. She even wondered if she should turn around and run. Only an hour had passed since she left the villa and returned. What had happened in the meantime? How did the previous butler become so miserable? Was he still alive? At this moment, Ifia, pale-faced, began to doubt whether Amelia was really as she had thought. Now, with the butler's wretched state before her, no matter how she looked at it, she couldn't whitewash Amelia. Was Amelia truly a cruel noble? Ifia didn't want to believe it, but she was starting to feel scared. [System, am I about to die? Discovering the truth and being silenced!] The useless system played dead as always, disappearing, leaving Ifia trembling in place, feeling helpless and intimidated. However, considering how the nobles at Puris Academy treated commoners, perhaps this new butler was no different. Just like the previous butler, who had been indifferent to her, if not for Amelia's presence, he might even have rolled his eyes at her, thinking she was just a poor sponger. Although, in fact, she was... With this in mind, Ifia immediately changed her mind. She looked at the new butler with hope, hoping that he would see her as a troublemaker and drive her away, so she could leave and settle in the dormitory. Comparing this to the assumption that Amelia might be a villain, what Irene and Fiona were up to was trivial. Although she might be wrong, she really didn't want to see Amelia now. It could be likened to the fear a small animal feels when facing a ferocious beast. "What's your name?" "Ifia." "Alright, I will inform Miss Baren right away. Please wait a moment." Ifia's plan went awry as the new butler's attitude softened. Upon hearing that she had an important matter to discuss with Amelia, he even switched from informal to formal address, showing a respectful attitude as if dealing with a noble. "Well, it's not urgent. I can come back tomorrow," Ifia said with a smile, turning and leaving without giving him a chance to stop her. She couldn't help but wear a pained expression on her face, knowing that she couldn't escape today. A true warrior dares to face danger! If Amelia really is the villain, she'll run! With so many people around, she couldn't be held against her will. And even if she were beaten, it didn't matter as long as she stayed alive. But thinking of the kindness Amelia had shown her when she was in trouble, the gentle voice that had comforted her in fear, Ifia really didn't want to believe that she was a bad person. For a moment, Ifia was torn, her hands unconsciously twisting in anxiety. Her foot also tapped the ground frequently, showing how intensely anxious she was. Maybe it's better to just run! Ifia secretly looked around, intending to leave if there was no one around. But to her surprise, her gaze met with two burly men not far away, instantly freezing her in place. She blinked silently, looking at the burly men and the pitiful previous butler nearby, unable to understand why they were still there. Why were they staring at her here? "Kid, you're clearly a commoner. How do you know Miss Baren?" Ifia's commoner status was clear at a glance, which made the two burly men very curious about how a commoner boy was connected to the noble daughter of the Baren Duke! Just as the new butler, Heber, thought to himself how fortunate he was that he hadn't underestimated her. Just a moment ago, when he mentioned Ifia's name to Miss Baren, her face, previously filled with a low pressure, momentarily froze before quickly breaking into a smile and asking him to invite her in, as though she were seeing an obedient little pet seeking attention and affection. "Miss Ifia, Miss Baren is requesting your presence," the new butler said hurriedly, dashing out from the villa. He quickly spoke, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, feeling fortunate that he hadn't underestimated the situation.