Every time the Villainess Opens Her Mouth, Disaster Follows

Ta-da. My friends have officially gone from one to zero. Ever since I appeared as a villainess in that trending novel, I’ve become a complete outcast. Hermia Vansen, the precious daughter of Count Vansen, is the villainess. The Duke, her fiancé, is the male lead. The flirtatious prince is the second male lead. And the maid living in her mansion? She’s the novel’s female protagonist.

‘What on earth did you do to appear in such a tr*shy novel?!’

The Count, who had only heard the news much later, exploded with fury.

‘I’m sorry, Father.’

‘As if I care.’

At some point, my inner thoughts and my spoken words started to get mixed up.

“Is the Duke alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“The curse. The author said they placed a curse on all four of us.”

“There’s no such thing.”

So there wasn’t a curse to begin with? Am I losing my mind?

But this guy… he’s been sweating bullets for a while now.

Walter, barely holding himself together, finally pressed a hand to his forehead.

“I’m sorry, but could you call someone else? Anyone will do. I just… can’t…”

“Uh, if you’re sick, you should go home. Don’t go collapsing in someone else’s house.”

Even then, his mouth kept running off on its own.

“I’m sorry… I just can’t hold out anymore…”

Hermia’s face froze in horror.

So this is the curse the Duke is under? …Oh. Well… Maybe it’s better this way for me?