Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

"Y-You're going too far!"

But perhaps Enrique took the head stroke as being ridiculed, as even his neck turned red and he shook his head fiercely from side to side.

As I hurriedly removed my hand, the boy who was panting with sharp eyes suddenly ran towards the entrance.

"The book! You should take it!"

However, Enrique had already disappeared.

‘He's super quick. Is he a squirrel?'

Feeling depressed, I put the book back in the empty spot.

I approached him with good intentions, but I didn't know he would misunderstand my actions.

It was only natural, considering the relationship between Deborah and Enrique, but I couldn't help but feel bitter.

‘It was the opposite of my intentions.'

Well, seeing that there is a Duke that says four thousand is being considerate, Enrique is good enough.

"Ugh."

I'm living a new life after waking up from death, but I let out a sigh because it seemed like nothing was going as I intended.

‘All right. What do we have here.'

[Princess Deborah. Please come to get the last cake you ordered.]

As soon as I saw the Blancia Master's note in the dessert box, I got ready to go out.

***

Enrique, who ran out of the library after shaking off Deborah, caught his breath while rubbing his burning cheeks.

"Because you're cute."

The child's earlobe became even redder as he recalled the way his sister spoke, with a smile on her face.

Obviously, his older sister, who has a bad personality, must have laughed at his body, which was growing later than that of his peers.

However, her eyes that were softly curved like a half moon and her gentle voice disturbed Enrique.

The warm hands that carefully stroked his hair were also one of the things that bothered him.

His heart kept thumping.

"Calm down!"

Enrique, who was confused due to his sister's strange expression and behavior, slapped both his cheeks to get a hold of himself.

Enrique recalled several times that although she is as elegant and beautiful as a rose on the outside, on the inside she is as vicious as a viper.

Also, there was no way she would pat him on the head because he is cute.

Because he is a child that was born after taking his mother's life.

Suddenly, his body lost its strength. Whenever he remembered that his birthday is my mother's death anniversary, he seemed to sink into an endless anxiety.

"After the Madam passed away, the Duke has been working without stopping. It's a shame. So, the Young Master must behave prudently. So that you won't be hated by the Duke…"

And at the same time, his nanny's whispers lingered in his ears.

Enrique walked around the mansion with a gloomy expression as far as his feet could reach, then stopped in front of a flower bed under construction.

The flower bed, which had always been in the same shape due to the preservation magic, had suddenly disappeared one day.

‘What was my Father thinking? I know it was the flower bed that Mother loved the most.'

Whenever he saw a rose that was preserved in its totality, he felt a bit of a burden weighing heavily in his mind.

Enrique, who had been watching the workers turning over the soil with shovels and planting new seedlings on top of it for a long time, went into the separate building because his legs were starting to get sore.

The nanny, who had been walking around in front of Enrique's room with an anxious expression, rushed towards him.

"Young Master. It is time for your lesson, so where on earth have you been!"

"… At the library."

"I have told you several times to keep track of time. Fortunately, the tutor is waiting for you. I have the textbook. Go quickly."

Enrique's silver eyes sank darkly.

His sweaty hands curled up and the child bit his pale lips.

***

"Welcome. Princess Deborah."

When I arrived at the Maisond, a woman who seemed to be the shop owner came to meet me right away.

She couldn't hide the fear that lingered on her face.

Probably because I overturned the table in front of the terrace and broke the furniture.

"I received a message from the Master that the Princess would come to pick up the cake."

"Lead the way."

The woman entered a secret passage behind the warehouse where various products were piled up.

Like Diana, Maisond also had a magic circle with space magic where you could immediately meet with the Master.

‘Were space magic circles this common?'

"Princess. If you come this way, we can travel right away."

"Wait. How many pounds can this teleport magic circle move up to?"

A question of ‘Why are you asking?' flashed through the woman's face.

"I've seen five adults move at once, but I'm not sure about the maximum number of people it can move."

"I see."

I felt sorry but, because asking the Blancia Master costs money, I tried to settle my curiosity for free through her.

‘But five people means that it can move at least 250kg at a time.'

While I was thinking that it wasn't a bad number, the magic circle and mana stones started emitting an intense light.

"Master, Princess Deborah has arrived."

A valuable guest has come.

As the overbearing voice rang in the passageway, tension suddenly increased.

‘Don't be discouraged.'

As I walked into the office with a cold face, I was surprised at the glittering gold mass that came rushing.

"Whiff, whiff!"

The identity of the mass was Cookie.

Cookie, coming closer, circled around the side where the bag of catnip was and then swept the back of my hand with its rough tongue.

As I rubbed its fluffy jaw, it purred and folded its eyes thinly like a fox.

"Cookie. Come here."

The Blancia Master said in a harsh voice.

But Cookie still stayed by my side, letting out a whimper.

In the original work, it was an animal that created a warlike atmosphere by roaring violently whenever the Master showed signs of discomfort. As expected, the power of drugs is great.

"Ah, what is wrong with him? For now, please sit down."

Sighing softly, the Master moved the chair that was far away with magic.

As soon as I sat down, Cookie rolled his golden eyes from side to side, and then sneakily took a seat close to me.

Then it put its head on my lap.

The Master let out a small sigh, as if he had given up.

"Aah."

At his sigh, Cookie looked between me and the Master alternately, prickling its ears.

It looked fierce, like it was going to bite its owner; but it was cute to see how it cared about its owner's feelings now.

I also giggled, unconsciously.

"Isn't Cookie cute?"

I hurriedly fixed my expression and changed the subject.

"Ahem! Well, I heard you finished the magic pouch request."

"You're getting straight to the point. You have no mercy."

Perhaps because I caused trouble at his shop, his tone of reproval was uncomfortable.

"That's unexpected, you already knew I'm this kind of person. If you deal with information, you must have heard the rumors about me."

"That's right. I heard them well…"

He was a little vague, which was unusual of him.

Maybe something was bothering him.

As I looked at his glassy eyes, I felt eerie.

"But are we in some kind of relationship to talk like this?"

When I turned the subject around, the Master shrugged.

"That kind of relationship, we can do it from now on."

"Why would I?"

"If we are in that kind of relationship, you get something like a discount."

"You, who is a businessman up to your bones, will give me a discount? That's empty talk now."

The Master laughed briefly.

"I didn't expect you to even have some discernment. Well, we can improve our relationship as time goes on, so let us get straight to the point."

He handed me the secret fund pouch I had requested.

At first glance, it looked like a normal pouch; but when I untied the string and opened it, the inside was pitch-dark as if it had been smeared with ink.

I started putting things I had brought inside, to test the functionality of the pouch.

‘It's really amazing.'

It sucked the objects inside, like a black hole.

I was distracted, looking around the pouch, when the man suddenly reached out his hand to me.

"Princess."

"What?"

"Give me your hand."

What is this sudden situation?

"I'm not a puppy, why should I give you my hand? You're impudent."

"If the Princess wants to summon objects again in case of loss, you must specify the coordinates on your hand."

"Ah."

"You thought I was treating you like a puppy? Technically speaking, the Princess… Is like a cat."

He took my hand while saying something absurd.

I felt the touch of the cold leather glove on my hand, and right away a pale light flowed from his.

‘His hand is huge. My ideal type is a man with long fingers that can play the piano well.'

Huh. But why am I thinking like this?

Honestly, this situation is weird enough to make me feel awkward. In other people's eyes, it would look like we are holding hands on a date.

"For how long must we do this? It's taking quite a while."

At my question, he immediately removed his hand.

"… It is done."

The complex patterns on the palm of my hand slowly disappeared, like snow touching the ground.

"If you wish to summon something, you need to recite the spell."

He wrote the spell and gave it to me.

As soon as I saw the spell written on the note, I vowed never to lose anything.

"When you want to get something out of the pouch, put your hand into it. You can't use your eyes to pick things, so it's easier to put in only gold coins."

"I see."

He continued talking about my requests.

"And not taking the pink diamond to the academy was a pretty good decision."

"Huh…?"

"Perhaps because they were wondering what the jewel looked like that the Princess hid it, it appears to have stimulated the curiosity of the aristocrats."

I just didn't want to provoke Philap, but it seems the Master thought that I tried to increase the value of the pink diamond.

"Was that your intention?"

"Hmph! Well, of course."

He got me, but I managed to keep my expression and pretended it was right.

"If you want to increase the value and reputation of that diamond even more, hide it like you are doing now and bet on it at a decisive moment."

"When will it be a decisive moment?"

"It will be good next month when the spring festival takes place. An opportunity to change it into gold coins will happen."

He flicked his finger with a faint smile.

Soon after, a teapot and two teacups came flying and gently settled on the office table.

"Shall I add sugar?"

The master asked while pouring a smooth scented tea into a teacup.

"Just one."

He added it to my tea and put three teaspoons of sugar into his teacup.

He seemed to like sweets. When all the sugar dissolved, he started the conversation while enjoying the steaming tea.

"Then, let's listen to today's request."

"How can you be so sure that I'm going to make a request?"

"If you had no business, you would have gone home right away with the pouch."

Is it just me or does it look like he's sulking?

"That's right. As you said, I have a request. There is one more person I would like to know about."

"Who is it?"

"Isidor Visconti."

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