The Villainous Family Loves Me Too Much!

“Sister, I think I’ve fully awakened my divine power.”

Until now, Jonathan had focused solely on his healing abilities as a healer, unable to develop divine power potent enough to balance Lucian’s magic power.

But Jonathan’s divine power, gradually amplifying daily, could now fully maintain Felosite’s equilibrium.

‘While the exact mechanism is unclear, the ‘divine fragment’ separating from Gebino must have allowed Jonathan to regain the innate divine power he should have been born with.’

Thus, we narrowly averted the crisis that had descended upon Felosite.

‘Now I can truly proceed with what I must do.’

Go to the imperial palace and stop Beatrice and Colin – that was the ‘prophecy’ bestowed upon me.

* * *

“Wow, these are so exquisite! You’re saying these are the inexpensive dresses?”

The dresses Madam Huron revealed for the upcoming wedding gown fashion show were flawlessly perfect without exception.

Even the cost-effective rental dresses made with affordable materials shimmered as beautifully as if meant for the imperial palace.

The newly hired commoner wedding planners for Roati’s new services could only gape speechlessly.

“You’re really offering these… for just 5,000 tium?”

Despite thorough training including mock ceremonies, they seemed doubtful.

“Yes, and to reiterate, that’s not just the dress price. The dress alone is 1,000 tium, catering 2,000, and the remaining decorations and directing 2,000.”

I recapped the pricing clearly to wrap up the meeting.

“Ah, and one of the dress models will be Her Highness the Archduchess of Felosite herself.”

All the staff began murmuring excitedly.

“H-Her Highness the Archduchess?”

“Wasn’t she a trendsetter even in the Empire? If such a personage models for us, word will spread to the Empire itself!”

The only ones aware of my identity were my aide who assisted me from Roati’s inception, Madam Huron, and Baroness Hailey Fenris.

When our eyes met, those three simply exchanged awkward, embarrassed smiles.

“Then I’m counting on you all until the show!”

With the new wedding packages launching after this gown fashion show, everyone at the company worked in heightened anticipation.

The show’s reception would determine the service’s success or failure.

“So our daughter-in-law is modeling! Of course we must attend!”

“Sister will surely be the most beautiful there. It pains me to state such an obvious fact.”

All my extended family who received invitations were utterly thrilled.

All except one person.

“Sister… Are you really serious about this?”

“Of course, Sylonne. Do you think I’m joking with my own business?”

“Do you really think having me model a wedding gown is a wise choice?”

Among the lovely noble ladies I had recruited as models, Sylonne Felosite, the Princess of Felosite, was included.

* * *

On the day of the fashion show, Sylonne was gripped by intense anxiety.

“Sister, are you sure I should do this? What if I trip? If I mess up, it’ll be disastrous for your business.”

Whispering in my ear, Sylonne’s voice trembled.

Too nervous to speak loudly, she was utterly flustered.

Where was the usual poised, charismatic Knight Commander? Before me was a mere awkward adolescent girl.

“You look gorgeous right now, Sylonne. Who knows? After today, some noble young man might fall for you and ask for a date.”

Among the twenty noble ladies modeling this fashion show, Sylonne possessed the tallest, most model-esque figure.

Hence, she was the only one able to wear a mermaid-line gown amidst the array of bell-line dresses.

‘Which is why I positioned her to open, instantly grabbing everyone’s undivided attention.’

During rehearsals, Sylonne exuded a healthy sensuality alongside an elegant, almost virginal allure from her shimmering silver-gray tresses.

“If Lucian were a woman, would he have been this beautiful? I wouldn’t even be able to hand him my business card from the front.”

“Ah, only realizing that now? When did you confess that my eyes were pretty?”

Lucian had arrived backstage with Gabriel, playfully teasing as he extended a bouquet to me.

“That wasn’t a confession, just stating a fact.”

It was a bouquet of ninety-nine ivory miniature roses.

“The hundredth missing rose, well, I needn’t spell that out, right?”

Though Lucian whispered softly, Sylonne beside me seemed to have overheard, as did Gabriel and Hailey.

“Ahem, let’s discuss that later.”

“How vexing, I’m already so nervous. Brother, get lost for now! Shoo!”

Having chased Lucian away while flailing her long limbs, Sylonne awkwardly fiddled with her hair.

“It doesn’t look weird, does it, Sister?”

“Of course not. Don’t you see all the other ladies staring at just Sylonne?”

Indeed, the noble ladies joining as models gazed at Sylonne in admiration.

“As expected, Princess Sylonne has a presence apart from us.”

“I knew she was wonderful, but in that dress, she’s truly breathtaking.”

“I’ve never seen her so adorned before – no wonder, there really is a vast difference when she is.”

Her overwhelming innate physical charm and aura drew such expected reactions.

As I beamed proudly, the staff member managing backstage entered.

“Three minutes until curtain. Princess Sylonne, please line up first in order. Your Highness, as the finale model, you’ll be last.”

“Sister…”

“Fighting, Sylonne! You’ve got this!”

She had performed splendidly during rehearsals too. Giving her an encouraging wink, I took my position.

Though I feigned nonchalance, truthfully I too felt rising tension, occasionally sneaking in deep breaths.

After all, today would properly showcase Roati’s true value.

As the opening announcement dimmed the lights, the orchestra struck up in unison.

“Princess, you’re on!”

With Sylonne leading, the models began strutting out one by one.

And finally, I ascended to the stage.

Pacing deliberately, I gazed down at the audience below.

Being rather close, I could discern even subtle shifts in their expressions from the stage.

Some seemed enraptured, lost in rapture. Others gaped open-mouthed at the dresses.

And one particular person I knew stared unblinkingly, as if ready to tear my clothes off at any moment.

‘Honestly, Lucian. Gawking like that with people around…’

Embarrassed, I averted my gaze.

As my walk concluded, the crowd erupted in raucous cheers.

Not only did more attendees show than expected, their turnout directly translated to service purchases.

Contrary to the Company predicting only a noble audience, many commoners who received invites attended as well, finding it a delightfully novel experience despite its unfamiliarity.

“Hailey, proceed with opening the consultation booths for product sales immediately.”

The moment I stepped off stage, I instructed Hailey to launch our prepared tiered wedding package consultations.

Originally intended for days after the fashion show, the commoners’ overwhelmingly enthusiastic response prompted an immediate rollout.

Unsurprisingly, it was a resounding success.

The budget packages including dress rentals reached our maximum intake capacity that very day.

Yet there were also responses we hadn’t anticipated.