Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses

A beautiful red dress was placed in front of her eyes.

Looking at what the famous artisans of the continent made with all their heart, Isolda quietly prepared her mind.

‘It’s been a while…spending time alone with that man…’

After reconnecting her relationship with Bahamut in Lugano, it had been neglected for quite a while due to the Eastern Trade.

There was a time when just looking at his face made her stomach twist, but now, to Isolda, he had become someone she wanted to spend time with as much as she could.

‘Even though there are strong competitors…there is no need to be intimidated by it.’

With that thought in mind, Isolda carefully took off her clothes and began putting on the dress in front of her eyes.

After a while, Isolda stood in front of the mirror after covering herself with the finest silk from the East. It contained the image of a beautiful woman who displayed her charm to the fullest.

‘I’ll definitely get it. His heart…’

Until now, Isolda had been able to get her hands on whatever she wanted. Although now she had lost her previous nasty temper and had also learned the right thing to do. However, as someone who had some understanding of the current situation, Isolda also knew that it was not an easy task.

‘First…the biggest competitor should be Lady Bertina, right? That tremendous scene from that time is still burned in my mind…’

The sight of Bertina having a passionate segs with Bahamut right in front of her was still enough to make Isolda blush just by thinking about it.

Bertina’s abilities, her body, and even her skills in bed were superior to her own. It was clear that she was a difficult opponent in many ways.

‘And another one. This is still a speculation, but…that adventurer woman must have something to do with Bahamut.’

A dark-haired woman who was always by Bahamut’s side.

Isolda thought that the woman named Ophelia, also had something to do with Bahamut. Apart from other things, Bahamut’s eyes that usually looked at her were too soft, and that woman often blushed while looking at Bahamut as well. It was quite obvious that they had feelings for each other. 

In that regard, the current Isolda, in some ways, cared more about Ophelia than Bertina.

‘The look in his eyes become completely different when he looks at her. How envious…’

Although her days in the dungeon was long behind her, Bahamut still didn’t show Isolda any other emotion than a tool when he looked at her. Even while having segs, the emotion in his eyes would only be that of joy, rather than affection. It was as if he was simply enjoying the pleasure and satisfying his desire. The feeling of love was never present.

From Isolda’s point of view, it was necessary to earn Bahamut’s feelings back before anything else.

‘I have to do it. By all means…though it won’t be easy.’

Yes, there was a risk that she would be thrown back into the dungeon. However, Isolda knew that if she didn’t take risks, she won’t gain anything.

‘But, he was once my fiancé, right? He even clung to me saying he loved me. I…can try to use that feeling. It would be a sh1tty way, but if I can open that man’s heart even just a little bit.’

Although she was stabbed in the back at the decisive moment, no matter how much she thought about it, it was difficult for Isolda to assert that Bahamut’s actions at the time were completely false.

Even now, she hadn’t forgotten the image of Bahamut who conveyed his feelings for her with sincere eyes.

Of course, at the time, Isolda didn’t take his feeling seriously at all, and laughed at Bahamut in her heart.

‘He’s the man who once loved me. The relationship was ruined when my betrayal was discovered, but maybe I can make him fall in love again.’

Honestly, Isolda didn’t really want to use such a method. However, now she was thinking that she should use whatever means she could. She was just that desperate for his love.

With such determination in her heart, Isolda headed to the room where Bahamut was waiting for her.

Then she slowly opened the door. 

There, as she expected, the man was waiting for her.

“I’m here.”

“Come in.”

Bahamut was sitting at a table by the window, tilting a wine glass.

Isolda took a seat next to him and slowly lifted the wine glass in front of her.

Squeak!

Bahamut uncorked the bottle and poured the wine into her empty glass. Then he held out his glass, and Isolda also held out her hand holding the glass.

Chang!

The two lightly toasted, their demeanor giving a slightly mechanical feel.

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