To be honest, there were so many cannon-fodder enemies in [Tarora Continent] that Camilla could hardly remember them all, but the truth was, she had indeed recognized this one—because he was from the Barton Family.
The Barton Family, a perfectly ordinary viscount household, was jokingly known among players as “loyal and righteous to the last man.”
They contributed a huge number of cannon-fodder villains to the game: the second son played a cannon-fodder villain in the early stages, the eldest sister did so in the mid-game, the parents in the later stages, and their followers showed up as cannon-fodder villains at every point…
Their main feature was being antagonistic toward the protagonist, only to get repeatedly slapped in the face for it.
You take down the younger ones, and the older ones show up; no matter which ending you tried for, you could hardly avoid them.
They were truly the “ever-changing final boss, but the Barton Family is forever.”
The brown-haired wastrel in the lead—since he was the second son of the Barton Family, he would be called Barton—didn’t even spare Camilla a glance.
He strode right over to Emma, who was bowing her head, a nauseatingly fake smile plastered on his face.
“Emma, are you lost? Would you like me to ‘personally’ take you where you need to go?”
He deliberately emphasized the word “personally,” his eyes roaming wickedly over Emma’s slender waist and the chest that rose and fell with her nervous breaths.
He reached out as if to touch her face.
“That old uniform really suits you. But… if you come with me, I could get you a new one—how about it?”
Emma trembled all over, shrinking back like a startled rabbit.
Tears of humiliation and fear already shimmered in her eyes.
“Hey.”
Just as that filthy hand was about to touch Emma’s cheek, a cold voice rang out.
Camilla stood up, placing herself between Emma and Barton.
The laziness in her red eyes had vanished, leaving only a look of disgust reserved for trash.
“Did she say she needed you to show her the way?”
Camilla’s voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable authority.
Indeed, she didn’t want to cause trouble—but even more, she didn’t want to see Emma harassed by this kind of garbage.
“Or is it that the Barton Family’s upbringing teaches you to behave like a rutting hyena, harassing your female classmates in public?”
“You!”
Barton was stunned by the insult, but when he got a clear look at Camilla, he sucked in a sharp breath.
That waist!
Those legs!
That face!
In an instant, Emma beside him no longer seemed appealing.
“Tsk! Where did this little beauty come from? Haha, want to play some fun games with your big brother? We can teach you how to ride dua lang, hehe…”
The two lackeys behind him came forward as well, their faces wearing the same idiot leers, thinking with the wrong head.
“Scram.”
Camilla didn’t budge an inch.
She even stepped forward, shielding the trembling Emma completely behind her.
“You probably don’t know me, but my elder sister is Ophelia Veilrit, the strongest freshman this year. I’m warning you—if you dare lay a hand on me, my sister won’t let you off!”
“Ophe-what? Veil-what? Never heard of them! Do you know who I am?”
“Second son of the Barton Family. You have an elder sister running a casino in the Kingdom, a father who murdered his brother to seize the title, a mother with SM tendencies, and ancestors who used to be wealthy but fell from grace after rebellion…”
“What?”
After Camilla’s rapid-fire, family-exposing retort, Barton’s face looked like an old man confused by a smartphone on the subway.
But in the next second, his twisted logic kicked in, and he burst out laughing.
“So that’s it! I actually bumped into one of my secret admirers here! Ah, my damn charm…”
He flicked his hair proudly, feeling that he was unbearably handsome.
This guy really was hopeless.
No wonder he dared provoke the overpowered elder sister in the original story as a throwaway villain.
Camilla covered her face and sighed inwardly at the wonders she had lived to see.
Just as Barton’s hand was about to reach Camilla, she moved.
Her movement was so fast that she left only an afterimage—not to attack forward or retreat backward, but to swiftly pull a nondescript little canister from beneath her skirt.
“Try this!”
Psssst—!
A thick, indescribably pungent gray smoke blasted from the canister, enveloping Barton and his two cronies.
“Ugh—!”
“What’s that smell?!”
“Ugh, ugh, ughhhhhhh!”
It was as if rotting eggs left out for ten days had been mixed with swamp muck and a spicy, stinging odor, instantly overwhelming their senses.
The trio felt dizzy and nauseous, their stomachs churning as they doubled over, retching violently.
Tears and snot streamed down their faces, and they could barely stand.
Beast Repellent Spray (Enhanced)—one of Camilla’s “masterpieces,” its effects far exceeded those of ordinary beast repellent sprays on the market.
According to her experiments, it could even drive away the Earth Element itself.
Using it on these pampered playboys produced perfect results.
Strike while the enemy is down!
Camilla didn’t hesitate for a second.
She leaped forward, her long legs wrapped in sheer white stockings, and kicked Barton square in the groin with her dainty leather shoes.
“Awooo!”
Barton howled in agony, collapsing to his knees, legs clamped together.
“Man!”
Camilla followed up with a sharp elbow to his back.
Barton sprawled out on the ground like a squashed toad, left with only enough strength to whimper.
The two lackeys tried to resist, but Camilla dealt with them just as efficiently: a left hook, a right kick, and in the blink of an eye both men were down, grunting and groaning as they curled up on the ground, their eyes rolling back.
The whole thing took barely ten seconds—clean and decisive, and the contrast with her delicate, adorable appearance was striking.
The crowd instantly fell silent.
Every onlooker stared in shock at the black-haired girl standing among the three fallen wastrels, gently dusting off her hands as if there had never been any filth there at all.
Emma covered her mouth, her amethyst eyes full of disbelief and relief at having survived, gazing at Camilla’s back as if she were watching a hero descend from the heavens.
If you ignored the way she took two cautious steps back, that is.
Camilla let out a breath. She had just opened her mouth to say “It’s all right now” to Emma when a playfully familiar, sultry voice came from not far away.
“Oh my, looks like I missed a good show~ Isn’t this our great writer, Miss Rice-Eater herself?”
Camilla’s body stiffened. That voice…
She slowly turned around to see the crowd parting for a girl with dazzling golden hair and violet eyes—Olina von Baldia, the villainess heiress, strolling gracefully forward.
On her face was her trademark smile, as sharp and beautiful as a rose with thorns.
Her gaze swept with interest over the three groaning figures on the ground, finally resting on Camilla.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you here.”
Olina tilted her head slightly, her smile growing deeper.
“It seems fate really does keep bringing us together~”
It’s over! She’s been exposed in front of everyone!
That was the only thought left in Camilla’s mind.
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So she’s also OP but lazy af