The Villainess Wants to Make Her Husband Slim Down

CHAPTER 94

"...Lady Camilla!?"

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In front of her eyes was a young woman, with raven black hair that was an exceptionally rare sight in Mohnton. She was tall and slender, with a piercing gaze. It was impossible to mistake her for anyone else. She was the villainess of the love story that everyone still talked about, the marriage candidate of the mansion's master, Lord Alois. Camilla Storm, the future mistress of the house.

"I took the trouble to retrieve it for you, so I'd thank you not to drop it."

As she said that with a prideful voice, Camilla stared at the girl. With a nod, satisfied that the girl understood, it seemed like her business was done. Turning away from the girl, she descended the steps to the kitchen on her own.

– Just like the rumours...

As the girl hugged the dish to her body, she stared blankly at Camilla as she left.

She had a sharp voice, a prickly attitude and such strong eyes... she really was intimidating. Prideful and willful, she was someone who would part the meek before her. Just looking at her, one felt like they would be struck down without any notice.

Back in the royal capital, she was an underhanded rogue who sought to throw down the Prince's beloved Liselotte and ensnare the Prince himself. When it became known that she was to be exiled to Mohnton, everyone was afraid of what she might do next.

The same goes for those working in the Montchat estate. Every time Camilla did or said anything, sure enough, the gossip would spread between the house's servants within the day.

Although, recently, there had been new rumours swirling around about her...

– Just like the rumours, she's not as scary as in the stories.

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After leaving behind the maid girl she hadn't seen before, it was back to business in the kitchen.

"I'll have you teach me how to make sweets."

"You don't have the slightest clue about how to ask for sumthin', do ya?"

At Camilla's habitual irreverence for his domain, Günter, the lord of the kitchen, sighed. Not stopping his dinner preparations, he turned to look at Camilla.

However, Camilla's attitude didn't change. With her hands on her waist, she looked up confidently at Günter, who stood taller than her.

"Whether I beg and scrape or ask you properly, the result will be the same. In the first place, it's not as if I'll lose my head if you rebuff me."

"Still just as pig-headed as ever, aren't ya? Besides, didn't you say that you wouldn't make sweets before?"

"That was then, this is now. I have merely changed my mind."

After all, as someone who wished to expand their cooking talents, she couldn't limit her skills by completely ignoring cakes and confections. And if she thought about it rationally, having someone eat something she knew would taste terrible would be unbecoming of her pride as a cook. Wouldn't it be better to raise up her skills, and surprise them with just how much she had improved?

Well, that was her reasoning.

"...If you were wanting to make sweets, Klaus would've been a better fit."

"I would rather quit than be taught by him!"

Camilla immediately shook her head at Günter's suggestion.

"In the first place, he's a little too good. If there's such a difference in ability, it would be difficult for him to teach me. You should do just fine."

"Whadd'ya..."

Günter's words trailed off as his hands began to move more vigorously than before. As his knife began to chop up vegetables with dreadful speed, he looked reproachfully at Camilla. He looked like he was spoiling for a fight.

"Oi, you. Have you forgotten I'm the head chef around here? Sure, I left the sweets to Klaus sometimes, but don't think I've gotten rusty or anything. I'll have you eat those words of yours!"

"If anyone is forgetting status around here, it's you! Besides, what kind of sweets can you even make with those boorish hands of yours!?"

"What did you say!? Alright, I'll show you good! Come over here, girl, these samples of mine will blow your mind!"

Günter beckoned Camilla over to another kitchen bench, where he pulled out all sorts of tools for baking and sweet making.

It seemed like the confectionary training would be just as tough as the rest of his instructions had been, but Camilla didn't shrink from the challenge.

She couldn't afford to let Alois eat something that tasted terrible, after all.