The Villainess’ Beloved Plan: The Struggles to Avoid a Doomed End - Chapter 2

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To put it simply, the camera did not get completed.

However, Alina’s determination was incredible; on the day of departure, she went all the way to the Abilia port to see them off and introduced a young man.

“He’s an aspiring painter. While it was impossible to get a ticket for the royal suite, I managed to secure a ticket for a second-class cabin, so please take him along as well. Don’t worry, he won’t interrupt the newlyweds. He’ll just be painting from a distance.”

What?

Sophia stared in disbelief at the young man with messy dark brown hair, who looked to be in his early twenties. His name seemed to be Rakka. Randall was also astonished, but the tickets had already been prepared separately, and neither Sophia nor Randall had the right to refuse him boarding.

akka scratched his shaggy head and smiled happily.

“Wow, it’s like a dream to be able to ride on such a luxurious ship. I’ll make sure to capture the travel experience in my paintings!”

Even Randall, who was usually composed, was left at a loss for words by Rakka’s enthusiastic statement. Just then, Johannes, who was accompanying them, responded with a smile.

“That’s very reassuring! If you create something good, I would love to purchase it and display it on the walls of the Duke’s residence.”

“Johannes, don’t say such things without permission.”

“Oh, I beg your pardon, dear sir. It’s customary in the Voltio Ducal family that whenever the head of the household gets married, a portrait of both husband and wife is displayed. It seems you have ‘accidentally’ forgotten about that, and there are no paintings displayed yet. I’m sure you plan to have a formal portrait prepared later, but if you have a well-made piece, wouldn’t it be fine to hang it alongside? There’s plenty of space available.”

Randall immediately acquired a sullen look.

However, since Rakka was the painter Alina had arranged, he couldn’t refuse. Reluctantly, Randall said,

“I’ll give you permission, as long as you don’t enter or leave the room without permission.”

Rakka’s face lit up, and Alina clenched her fist in excitement.

Sophia felt as if she could hear Alina’s internal voice exclaiming, “Gotcha! A ‘sneaky sketch’!” and let out a sigh.

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The Queen Amiriana has four floors in total, three on the upper level and one on the lower level.

The royal suite was located on the third upper level, so it was difficult for second-class and third-class passengers, let alone first-class passengers, to enter or leave. There was also a staircase reserved for the royal suite, and service staff were always stationed at the bottom of the stairs and near the entrance to the royal suite, providing not only service to the passengers but also security.

Each of the three royal suites had its own room for servants brought by the guests, and there was also a pool and salon reserved for royal suite guests. The restaurant where meals and tea were enjoyed is shared with first-class passengers, but room service was also available upon request.

(This is incredibly luxurious…)

Luxury cruise ships certainly existed in Sophia’s previous life, but having been born and raised in an average household and having passed away as a high school student, she had neither seen nor ridden on one.

As Sophia entered the royal suite, she was astonished by the opulence of the furniture, such as the sofas and tables, lined up in the main room.

On the table in the main room was a bottle of champagne, perhaps a welcome drink, and a large plate piled high with numerous fruits.

The main room boasted a large balcony that offered a panoramic view of the lower deck. There were also a bedroom and a wardrobe room available. The servants’ quarters were adjacent to the main room, with two rooms available. Orion and Isolte, who were accompanying Sophia, would use those rooms, and according to Orion, who went to check on them, they were also quite luxurious.

While Isolte was putting her luggage away, she picked a bunch of grapes from a tray of fruit and headed out to the balcony with Orion.

Although there was still some time before departure, the refreshing sea breeze drifting in was already quite pleasant. She lay back on a deck chair and popped a grape into her mouth just as a tapping sound came from the door, prompting her to look back over her shoulder into the room.

Could it be a service staff member?

However, when Johannes, who had been organizing Randall’s luggage, opened the door, an unexpected person stood there.

Randall, sitting on the sofa and tilting his champagne glass, dropped his mouth open at the sight of the person standing outside the door.

“Why are you here?”

There stood Kyle, the legitimate son of Duke Levold, waving his hand cheerfully.