After choosing to leave, they regretted it.

"Sit down. I'll remember what I'm asking you to do. Let me tell you how to save you first."

"thanks, thanks……"

Roderick, feeling weak all over, propped himself up, wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief, and sat back in his seat tremblingly.

Asked cautiously:

"Your Highness...how are you planning to save me?"

Heidi tapped the table in front of her and said:

"Now, if we want to save your life, the most urgent thing is to prevent the escalation of this matter. The incident with the Crystal Centipede is irreversible, but the things before that must not be exposed."

Roderick nodded, swallowed hard, and raised his thumb to his neck.

"You mean, to...kill that bastard named Ain?"

In Roderick's opinion, everything started with that bastard named Ain. Without him, he would probably be lying down happily counting money, without all the trouble.

"But... his wife is a noble. It wouldn't be a good idea to just do that to her, right?"

When Heidi heard the word "wife", her stomach twisted and her facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Do you really have to say the word wife?!

Are you looking for trouble?!

Heidi, suddenly struck by the attack, covered her chest and shook her head in a forced effort to remain calm.

"No, you can't do anything to him."

No matter how much Aize has wronged me, I have to take Aize back first and then consider what happens next. If I kill him, then what's the point?

Besides, no matter how weak Aize is, he is still a hero. Even the few losers in the local guild are no match for him.

"Then, Your Highness, what you mean is..."

"That woman, the one named Vivian, send a team to kidnap her."

Roderick's face suddenly turned pale.

"Vivian? That imperial noble? This... won't this be a problem!?"

Heidi sneered.

"Problem? What could be the problem? Three daughters of the Empire's low-ranking nobility are no different from pariahs when they arrive on Kingdom territory. They really think they're that important!"

"But……"

Roderick was still hesitating, but Heidi was getting impatient.

"Tomorrow, I'll arrange for the man called Ain to come out. You just need to arrange for the assassination. Remember, leave no traces. Once you succeed, immediately move him out of the city. The farther away, the better."

Thinking of the woman's rude behavior last night and the two people who were happily dating at this moment, Heidi's anger surged in her heart.

So he added another sentence:

"Keep your hands clean, don't do anything disgraceful, and don't kill anyone. Now that the storm has passed, I'm going to teach her a lesson myself!"

At this point, even if Roderick was stupid, he could see that there was some personal grudge between the two.

He didn't dare to say anything else, but just wiped the sweat off his face vigorously.

"But what about the Crystal Centipede?"

He was too greedy at the time and blackmailed too harshly. Even if the previous things could be covered up, this one thing alone was enough to make him suffer.

Heidi took out a letter from her bosom and threw it on the table.

"Send someone to deliver this letter to Duke Brian as quickly as possible, and you'll be fine. Remember, you owe me a favor."

Duke Brian, one of the kingdom's great nobles, and the local Viscount Sheen Edgar also belongs to his faction.

Its power is relatively small among the dukes, so it did not participate in the previous attempt to force Heidi to the throne. It is one of the very few forces still loyal to the royal family.

Like Aize, he is the guarantee for Heidi to sit firmly on the throne.

He has a close relationship with the top leaders of the Kingdom Adventurer's Guild, so as long as he takes action, it will be easy to secure the position of president.

In addition, Heidi also asked him to help transfer Sheen away from Tafia for a period of time.

In this way, Vivian was kidnapped and disappeared, and Sheen was transferred away, and the network of relationships that Aize had established in Tafia would collapse in an instant.

He would be completely isolated and helpless.

Afterwards, use the favor you have done to Roderick to make him keep sending people to cause trouble for Aize, making it best if he can't sleep well or eat well, and is completely unable to survive.

Then, you can take the opportunity to approach him, comfort him, do some favors, and take advantage of the situation to bring him back. Wouldn't that make things work?

Heidi smiled secretly in her heart.

Aize, you really shouldn't take yourself too seriously.

If you hadn't been my fiancé, which of the things you did before would you have been able to accomplish?

This time, let me remind you where you are.

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"...Tsk, why do I have such a bad feeling?"

Aize in the clothing store suddenly felt a chill, even got goose bumps, and twisted his body unconsciously.

And from the fitting room with the curtain drawn behind him, bursts of rustling sounds were coming from it.

After a while——

"Dangdang—how about this set?"

Behind the drawn curtain was Villian, who was wearing tight black tights, a white sweater, and a baseball cap. She stuck out her tongue and made a V sign, trying her best to look sunny and cute.

He also wore a pair of plain glasses, perhaps to look more obedient?

Unfortunately, the two big, ferocious lumps on the chest appear a little too prominent when wrapped in the sweater, making it difficult to look away and ruining the overall look.

Aize responded perfunctorily:

"its not bad, right."

Villian was obviously not satisfied with this answer and puffed up her face in dissatisfaction.

Then there was a helpless sigh.

"Is this one not working? I've tried everything from mature style, erotic style, loli style, and cute style, but you still don't react at all. I'm really hurt—"

"How can I react?"

"Hmm... rushing over and pinning me down, stripping my clothes off or something like that?"

Aize covered his eyes, looking speechless.

Some previous information has mentioned that the witches, due to their aloofness and lack of social interaction, tend to have rather... strange personalities, and each has their own abstraction.

But the problem is, this girl shouldn't actually be a witch at all.

Can't figure it out.

Villian looked at the pile of clothes she had brought, thought for a moment, picked up a piece, and nodded vigorously as if she had made up her mind.

"No choice, try this one."

"...Wait, what is this?"

In Vilria's hand was a small-looking black one-piece.

In Aize's original world, this thing should be called a latex suit.

It looks small, but once you put it on, it will fit your body perfectly due to its stretchability, giving the effect of being worn but not wearing anything.

Generally speaking, this thing should be closer to a sex toy than clothing, but succubi are happy to wear it on any occasion.

Why would a store like TM have something like this?

There was no time to think about this. Seeing Villian picked it up and walked towards the locker room, Aize quickly held her down.

"Wait, you really want to try this!?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

The witch had an indifferent expression on her face. She pushed Aize aside and walked into the locker room happily. Then there were all kinds of rustling and friction sounds.

Aize was a little confused and looked around.

It was still afternoon, and the clothing store was quite large, so there were naturally quite a few customers and staff members.

There was no way to hide Villian's figure. Just by imagining it, one could feel that her chest and waist were about to burst.

If she really exposed herself in this kind of environment with this look...

No, my stomach hurts just thinking about it.

But it's impossible to rush into the fitting room to stop her, otherwise it will be even more confusing!!

Even when facing the massive charge of the orc army, Azer had never been so helpless.

In a panic, the curtain of the fitting room was opened with a "swish".

"Wait, don't... huh?"

Aize was stunned.

Villian simply changed into the clothes she had worn when she entered the store, leaving the outrageous latex suit hanging on her arm without even moving.

“…Nothing?”

"Nothing to wear."

The witch walked up to Aize, raised her hand and gently tapped his forehead, then asked with a wicked smile:

"What? You want to see me wearing it? You pervert~"

"……Well."

Completely at his wit's end, Aize looked at Villian in bewilderment as she walked past him, picked up a few pieces of clothing she had picked out, paid for them, and then walked back.

Looking at Aize who was still in a daze, Violet came over with a slightly blushing face and whispered:

"I don't want anyone other than you to see this kind of thing."

"..."

"Don't worry, we can look at it any way we want after we get back. Haha, or do you want to take it a step further?"

"I……"

"What a great expression, let's go~"

Having seen enough of Aize's blushing expression, Villian pulled Aize out of the store.

And Aize could only cover his face and couldn't let go for a long time.

I have to admit that this guy is not someone I can deal with.

Chapter 37: Miss Witch Has a Bad Drinking Behavior

After spending an afternoon wandering around Tafia's commercial street, as it got darker, the two of them went into a pub for dinner.

Villian picked up the large beer glass and drank it all in a rather generous manner, and the wooden glass slammed down on the table.

She had already drunk quite a bit by this time, her face was slightly flushed, and her vision was more wandering than usual.

Across the table, Aize stirred his bowl of soup with a spoon while observing the environment inside the store.

Different from the high-end stores before, this pub located in the most prosperous area is cheap and simple, and the emphasis is on serving large portions to satisfy your hunger.

In addition to the young couple Aize, the store was crowded with adventurers, guards and other tall and strong customers. The sounds of noise, finger-guessing games, and the clash of wine glasses, bowls, plates and knives and forks were endless.

"You actually chose a store like this."

"Gulp—gulp—pooha—"

In just a short while, Miss Witch had already poured another glass of wine into her stomach.

"There aren't any shops this busy in the witch's territory. Even if there were, they'd be packed with orcs or trolls, and it'd be so stinky you wouldn't want to go in. I... burp—I've always wanted to go into a shop like this."

As she spoke, Villian, whose vision was becoming increasingly blurry, shook her head and blushed as she shouted to the clerk: