The Villainous Noblewoman Is About to Be Forced into Love, Isn't This Wrong?-Chapter 47: The bottom line of the businessman

"But those nobles haven’t left yet, have they? You still have a chance to make sales," Liana said.

"Ugh! It’s already too late!" Tali groaned in frustration. "Take slave purchases, for example. The best ones have already been picked out! No matter how well you try to sell the leftovers, they’re still just that—leftovers."

"And besides! When they go to Venus Manor, they have to bring gifts. But on the way back? Not necessarily!"

"I’ve lost so much money! My commission! This is a disaster!!!" Tali pounded the table with both fists. "I’m going to be laughed at! Damn it, I used to have the highest sales!"

"Ahaha..."

It seemed that Tali had quite an intense obsession when it came to her sales rankings.

"But if you sell off the goods you brought, you’ll still get a small commission, right?" Liana asked.

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"Yeah, but it’s not even half of what I’d earn from direct sales!" Tali grumbled, scooping up more ice cream.

"By the way, how’s Sephirena?" Liana asked.

"That’s a matter for Saous headquarters. I can’t just disclose it... unless..."

"You want more money, right?" Liana wasn’t naive. When dealing with merchants, the best bargaining chip was always money.

She tossed a silver coin toward Tali.

"..."

"What’s wrong?"

"Is it... fading?"

"It’s a silver coin. And it’s one silver coin."

"Why are you suddenly paying so little?!"

In the original story, Liana was just a villainess, not a complete idiot.

"Because I’m not all that interested in that elf. Just a bit curious. To me, her information is worth exactly one silver coin."

"I never thought Lady Liana knew how to haggle," Tali remarked. She had assumed that a pampered noblewoman like Liana wouldn’t even have such small-denomination currency on hand.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Liana asked, chewing on her straw as she stared at Tali.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk." Even if it was just a silver coin, it was still money!

But there wasn’t much to say. "Sephirena didn’t resist much. In fact, she was rather... cooperative. Oh! Right, she told me to give this note to you, Lady Liana."

Liana looked at the small piece of paper Tali handed over. "You didn’t peek at it, did you?"

"I wouldn’t do something so pointless. Besides, Lady Liana is a hidden VIP client. Why would I risk annoying a valuable customer? And more importantly, this isn’t just an ordinary piece of paper—it’s sealed with elven magic. Only the intended recipient can open it."

Liana inspected the note. Sure enough, a faint green magical seal covered it. But the moment she touched it, the seal unraveled.

[Liana Venus, remember our agreement. Three years from now, if you don’t come to find me, I will come find you. We are bound by contract. I am watching you. You cannot escape. Those who break their contracts will suffer the consequences...]

"..." Liana shuddered. Why the hell did I have to run my mouth back then?!

"Lady Liana? What’s wrong? You look pale," Tali asked. "Did the note say something weird?"

"N-nothing." Liana quickly pocketed the note.

At this point, she could only pray the protagonist would come to her rescue. After all, Sephirena’s final class was... a Holy Mage.

"Lady Liana."

At that moment, Loraviel appeared in front of them, holding two bags of supplies.

"What took you so long?"

"Uh... you disappeared so suddenly, Lady Liana. I didn’t know where you had gone, so I spent a little extra time searching," Loraviel whispered.

Ah. So that was my fault...

"This was just a test!" Liana declared. "If your master encounters trouble outside and disappears, are you just going to stand there and wait?"

"...Lady Liana, you’re right." Loraviel pouted and stood quietly beside her.

Liana then turned back to Tali. If Tali wanted to make a profit off her, then she had no reason not to do the same.

"Hey. I’ve got a lucrative deal for you. Interested?" Liana suddenly said.

"Oh? What kind of deal?" That immediately piqued Tali’s curiosity.

"I need to buy some materials."

Since she had already laid her cards on the table with Mepeilu, she might as well help ease Mepeilu’s burdens where she could. At the very least, she couldn’t become dead weight in Mepeilu’s struggle.

However, Liana had no intention of changing how people viewed her. The solution was simple—she just needed to make sure people needed her in some way.

She had to prepare for the worst-case scenario: the possibility that she might never be able to use magic again.

In that case, she needed a way to protect herself.

She needed people to hate her, but at the same time, be forced to rely on her.

Liana had no illusions about shedding her villainess persona. In fact, that persona was actually useful. It freed her from having to engage in noble social games, something she had absolutely no interest in.

Food was an option—a way forward. She was confident that the unique cuisine she introduced from her past life could win over many noble palates.

But as a noble, she also had to dabble in something more fitting for aristocratic circles.

More importantly, whatever she created needed to spread quickly among the nobility.

At last night’s banquet, Liana had worn makeup for the first time in this world... and realized just how primitive it was.

There was no makeup remover, no face masks, no lotions—nothing.

Most noblewomen simply washed off their makeup with water, which damaged their skin over time.

Yet, for major banquets, makeup was essential. This created an endless cycle: nobles applied makeup → makeup damaged their skin → they needed even more makeup to cover up the damage.

Cosmetics.

That was the key.

If there was one thing noblewomen loved experimenting with, it was beauty products.

And with their vast social networks, any trend among them would spread like wildfire.

Tali examined the list of ingredients. "Just these?"

The total cost wouldn’t even exceed a few silver coins. None of the ingredients were rare—you could find them in almost any small shop.

"How much profit would you make per order?" Liana asked directly.

"Why would I tell you that?" No merchant would ever reveal their profit margins.

"You don’t have to tell me. But I can also choose to work with someone else," Liana countered smoothly.

"Go ahead."

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Tali wasn’t about to budge on a matter that touched her bottom line.

Especially when the profit from this transaction was only a few silver coins.