The Villainess Wants to Make Her Husband Slim Down

CHAPTER 8

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After Alois went to work, Camilla was alone.

As soon as she opened the windows for some fresh air, the miasma seeped straight in. Camilla's black hair became frizzy in the humid air and the wind pricked at her skin.

That miasma was definitely harmful to a person's body. From minor pains and irritated skin to frazzled hair and outbreaks of rashes, the effect definitely varied from person to person.

The stronger one's magic is, the more susceptible to the effects of the miasma they are. So, whilst Camilla was definitely irritated, it was nothing compared to what Alois must be going through. What's more, the miasma around Grenze was particularly thick, since it was such a rich source of manastones.

――If you take that into account, it's a wonder that everyone who lives here doesn't look unsightly.

Camilla tilted her head as she looked down at the streets below from the window.

It was another residence that the Montchat family owned in Grenze, where they planned to stay for a few days. From what Camilla could see from her perch, everyone in the town below seemed to look fine.

The main manor back in the south was built on a hill some way away from the town, but the estate in Grenze was practically built in the city center. Because of that, the garden there wasn't nearly as large as the one back at the manor.

Camilla resided in her room on the second floor. Although there's a little distance, she can still make out the faces of the people walking on the pavement below, even picking up threads of conversations here and there.

As she watched the view outside, people watching in an attempt to stave off boredom, she felt an uneasy feeling as she stared at them.

All the people walking along the streets seemed to have beautiful, suntanned skin. The only people who seemed to be struggling with skin issues were the young foreign merchants she saw sometimes as she watched, who must still be new to travelling.

Although Mohnton may be flourishing in trade, it was hardly a sightseeing destination. This dark land where only merchants dare tread, there were all sorts of stories told about it in the capital.

For example, that every person who dwelled there had a face as ugly as Alois'. That when your skin was exposed to miasma, it would break out in hives and fester. Every person who ever returned from Mohnton had become almost froglike in appearance.

Since Alois was the only representative from Mohnton that many people saw in the capital, the prejudice only grew fiercer. Camilla didn't believe in the rumours wholeheartedly, but she definitely thought something along those lines was the truth.

So, this was truly a bewildering sight to her.

――So, why is it only that person whose skin gets so bad?

Was it because his magical power was too strong or that his skin was too weak? Or, another reason entirely? He was a difficult man to figure out.

For Camilla, who was attempting to make this man to her liking, that same man was laying a difficult road before her. Whether it was in regards to his poor skin or his excess weight, Camilla hadn't had any success at all so far with either.

――He won't exercise, he won't reduce his meals, he keeps eating nothing but greasy and sugary foods...

Even if she managed to get him out of the house, they're still in his territory. No matter how much she pushed, Alois didn't seem to budge. Every idea she had hatched failed miserably.