I play a Evil God in Otome Game

"My Lady, did you make any friends today?" Maria asked excitedly, bombarding Morrigan with questions after the first day ended at 4 PM.

"It went well," Morrigan replied calmly, affectionately stroking her crow’s head, "But it can’t be said that it went well for Thomas."

Looking at Thomas’s exhausted expression, Morrigan kept a stoic face. "I hope you won’t forget again, Thomas."

Thomas nodded firmly, a tired smile appearing on his face. "Don’t worry, My Lady, I won’t forget again."

A satisfied smile appeared on Morrigan’s lips. "Good."

"What happened today, Thomas?" Maria asked in surprise. She had thought Thomas was working eagerly today, but it didn’t seem so.

"There’s no need to think about it, Maria," Morrigan said. "Thomas is just tired from working too hard."

A smile appeared on Maria’s lips, and she looked at Thomas happily. "I thought I was the only one who worked happily today."

"Yes, yes," Thomas said hastily. "There’s no need to drag this out any further."

"Still, My Lady, you seem happy today?" Maria noticed something new—a small smile instead of Morrigan’s usual stoic expression.

"Today went well," Morrigan said. "I learned a new spell."

Morrigan pulled out a miasma-covered handkerchief from her pocket. As a wave of pride flashed in Thomas’s eyes, Maria wrinkled her nose.

"My Lady, pardon me, but what is that thing?" Maria recoiled at the sight of the horrid, shadow-covered handkerchief.

"Maria, are you so blind that you can’t see the beauty of Dark Magic?" Thomas, unlike Maria, wasn’t disgusted. His expression was as bright as a fanatical follower. "This is proof of the beauties of Dark Magic."

Morrigan nodded, proud of her work. Putting the handkerchief back into her pocket, Morrigan began to stroke the crow sitting on her lap again.

"Lady Morrigan, you have a letter from the Royal Family." The voice from behind the door caught Morrigan’s attention. "Come in."

The door opened slightly, and in walked a man in his sixties. Morrigan immediately recognized him as the Majordomo (Chief Butler).

The Majordomo bowed slightly, showing his respect to Morrigan. "My Lady, a letter has arrived from the Royal courier."

Morrigan nodded, taking the letter from the butler’s hand, then looked at the elderly butler with emotionless eyes. "Okay, you may leave."

The butler bowed once more. "As you wish, My Lady."

After the soft sound of the door closing, Morrigan slowly and professionally opened the letter.

Maria looked at the letter with concern. "I hope it’s not bad news again."

After opening the letter, Morrigan found a beautifully written message. Seeing the Queen’s name in the lower right corner, Morrigan sighed in relief.

"No worries," Morrigan said. "An invitation to a tea party from the Queen Anna."

"A tea party?" Maria was curious. Thomas adjusted his glasses and began to explain. "It’s a small event the Queen organizes once or twice a week or month."

"Even though it’s called small, its impact is significant. All the noble women in the capital attend," Thomas said, then looked at Morrigan. "The Queen’s likely plan is to introduce you to society, My Lady."

Morrigan raised an eyebrow. "Why would she do that?"

"Perhaps you’re unaware, but you’re the number one topic of conversation at society events, My Lady."

Morrigan’s eyebrows furrowed with irritation, while Maria covered her mouth with her hand in concern. "How awful..."

Thomas smiled slightly. "A lot of rumors, slander, political affairs, and business dealings are discussed there."

"But it’s a tea party," Maria said. "Aren’t they going there to have fun?"

"You’re very naive, Maria," Thomas said thoughtfully. "They’re not going there to have fun; they’re going to create their own opportunities."

"For example, do you remember the Valenor family, My Lady?"

Morrigan nodded. Thomas continued, "Count Valenor’s wife, Lady Margaret, frequently attends various events to promote their own clothes."

Morrigan’s eyes sparkled with sudden realization. "So you’re saying I should dispel the rumors about me at the tea party?"

Thomas smiled and nodded. "That’s why we need to practice etiquette with you."

"The Queen’s tea party is at noon tomorrow. Doesn’t it conflict with Academy hours?" Maria asked in surprise.

"Don’t worry, we can get a day off," Thomas said nonchalantly. "The Queen’s tea party is a perfect excuse to take a leave."

"Well then, what time do we start training?" Morrigan asked. Thomas smiled. "After Dinner."

Morrigan nodded.

"Gakk!"

"He must be hungry, right, My Lady?" Maria said as she looked at the crow.

Actually, Jack was really curious about the taste of the food here.

Watching Morrigan enjoy luxurious beef and steaks every day had triggered Jack’s gluttony.

Jack felt his beak water and flapped his wings excitedly—he had already gotten used to being a crow.

"It seems so," Morrigan said as she observed her crow’s eager behavior.

"I’ll tell the Chef to prepare the meal, My Lady." Maria bowed and then left.

******

"You will pour this poison into her meal, do you understand me?"

The Chef nodded firmly, kissed the religious object on his necklace, then took it off and handed it to the mysterious man. "I will do it, My Lord."

The mysterious man smiled. "Good, the Goddess’s light will shine upon you."

The Chef, looking at the mysterious man with fanaticism, nodded eagerly. "My place in Heaven is secured, right?"

"Yes, the Pope has reserved ten kilometers of land in Heaven for you," the mysterious man said, almost mockingly. "Because you’ve donated all your money to us, not only you but your family will live happily."

Happiness sparkled in the Chef’s eyes; he could go to Heaven—all he had to do was poison the Witch.

"Take this rune stone, make sure Thomas doesn’t see you. This rune will shield you from Thomas’s gaze," the mysterious man said. "Now make sure you succeed, or someone else will claim your place in Heaven."

"Don’t worry, My Lord," the Chef said. "The Witch will die today."

The mysterious man nodded. "Good, now go and complete your sacred duty."

The Chef nodded and quickly left. After watching him for a while, the mysterious man disappeared with a deep chuckle.

After the mysterious man vanished, Thomas’s figure appeared in the same spot. His eyes narrowed as he looked around. "I sensed the presence of someone unfamiliar. Who is it?"

Strangely, Thomas felt that there had been two people here, but one of their auras had disappeared in a peculiar way.

"Are they spying on us?" Thomas said suspiciously. "Is it from the Church? Could it be the King’s agents?"

Thomas quickly moved around, searching for more clues.

******

"Where is the food? I’ve been waiting for 10 minutes!" Morrigan said with an expression of frustration on her face.

"It should be here any moment, my Lady," a female servant said loyally.

Although the table was set with vegetables, water, and fruits, the main course had still not arrived. Just as Morrigan was about to get angry, the door opened, and the chef entered, holding three different dishes on a tray.

Even though the chef’s hands were slightly trembling, Morrigan assumed it was just from nerves.

"Sorry for the delay, my Lady," the chef said with a regretful expression. Seeing the chef nearly on the verge of tears, Morrigan softened.

"Don’t let it happen again," Morrigan said. The chef nodded vigorously.

As Jack eagerly looked at the food placed before him, he glanced at the chef, feeling that the man seemed familiar from somewhere.

"Does this man look familiar?" Jack, noticing the chef’s nervous demeanor, became suspicious and activated Karma Eye.

Looking at the chef with a different vision this time, Jack saw that the chef was tense and trembling not from fear, but from excitement.

Jack’s eyes widened in surprise. Why was this man so excited?

Jack looked at the dishes—a soup, a steak, and a variety of sides. Although they looked delicious, they gave him an oddly bad feeling.

"Wait! This is poisoned!" A sudden realization made Jack flap his wings fiercely. "But in this season, there wasn’t supposed to be an assassination attempt on Morrigan!"

In the otome game, assassination attempts stopped after Morrigan enrolled in the academy. In almost all routes, there were assassination attempts, but there was no poisoning attempt like this one.

"Why... has something changed?" This thought chilled Jack’s blood as he looked at Morrigan, who was about to start eating.

"Do you think I’ll let this happen?" With sudden determination, Jack flapped his crow wings and flew up, knocking into Morrigan’s soup.

Before Morrigan could understand what was happening, Jack fell to the floor along with the soup bowl. Although the hot soup burned part of Jack’s body, he resisted the pain.

"Seth! What are you doing?!" Morrigan furrowed her brows, not understanding why the crow acted like this.

Seeing his plans disrupted by the crow, the chef grabbed the whining bird in front of him with a firm grip.

Struggling to maintain a calm expression, the chef hurriedly looked at Morrigan. "My Lady, I’ll take the crow away. Don’t worry."

"No, stop!" Despite the crow spilling her soup, Morrigan wasn’t angry. Seeing Jack whining in pain, she felt sad. "Let Seth go immediately."

Although the chef was filled with anger towards the stupid crow, he had no choice but to let go. "As you wish, my Lady."

Breaking free from the chef’s grasp, Jack quickly flew to Morrigan, cawing constantly to warn her despite his pain.

Morrigan couldn’t understand why the crow was acting this way. "What’s wrong, Seth? Why are you behaving like this?"

Jack thought of various ways to tell Morrigan that the food was poisoned, but no ideas came to mind.

"Think! Think, you fool!"

"My Lady, you should eat your food before it gets cold," the chef said anxiously. As the servants cleaned the mess, the chef grew increasingly worried that he wouldn’t be able to poison Morrigan.

Morrigan raised an eyebrow, puzzled by the chef’s sudden nervousness. Then she noticed the crow approaching her meal and wondered what it was doing.

Jack walked toward the steak and pretended to eat it, then acted as if he was in pain and let himself fall to the side.

Giving himself a 10 out of 10 for acting, Jack played dead.

"Are you trying to say this soup is poisoned?" Morrigan asked, and Jack frantically nodded his head.

"Because of the Stupid Crow, my plan failed!" the Chief said. Then he pulled out a knife. "But I’ll still kill you and go to Heaven, witch!"

Despite the danger, there was no fear or concern on Morrigan’s face. She raised her index finger and pointed it at the approaching chef. "Leth…"

The red spell emanating from Morrigan’s hand turned the knife in the servant’s hand to dust. As the servants froze in fear, the chef fell to the ground from the spell’s effect.

"Did you think you could threaten me with just a weapon?" Morrigan said as she approached step by step, causing the chef to retreat in terror. "Back off, filthy witch!"

"You hurt Seth and tried to kill me?" Morrigan said coldly. "Why?"

"Because—"

"You can judge me as a witch, a demon, or evil like the others, I don’t care," Morrigan said, glancing at the chef one last time as the knights entered. "But I cannot forgive you for what you did to Seth."

As the chef looked on in fear, Jack felt as if he might cry. He cawed as a token of thanks.

"Take him away," Morrigan said emotionlessly as she looked at the knights.

As the knights obeyed, Morrigan petted her crow.