To conquer the mission, I need to know the young ladies.
I handed over the list of attendees that Viter had prepared.
Next to each small portrait was the name of their family.
The eldest daughter, the second daughter…the size of their family’s wealth and the ancestors who held important government positions.
Everything from the family’s intentions and history to the meaning of their sentences was thoroughly and meticulously researched, just like Viter.
Furthermore, their individual tastes and hobbies were also recorded below.
“Michele Kleiner, 19 years old.
My favorite flower is the yellow freesia.
Had experience studying abroad in the Kingdom of Kodan at the age of ten.
Likes the brand accessory shop in front of the royal street and visits twice a week.”
“Wow, is this almost like a civilian investigation? Where did they get this information from?”
As I flipped through the pages, I suddenly became curious.
Could it be that my information is also here?
I turned the pages that were listed in order of rank – Marquis, Viscount, Baron, and then to my information listed at the very end.
So, it seems that only those with the rank of Viscount or higher were invited.
As expected, I am the person with the lowest rank.
‘Leoni Sien, the second daughter.
Oh, so Leoni has older siblings.’
Hobbies include reading romance novels…?’
Furthermore, her financial status was negative.
There were no exact numbers, only the word “negative.”
Suddenly, her credibility dropped.
Come on, I like surfing and traveling abroad too, you know? Everyone has at least one hobby that costs money.
It just seems like it’s not a hobby if you can’t afford it.
If I went to the capital, I could go to a brand shop and say, ‘Give me everything from here to here!’
I’m so sick of it.
All I do in this dull northern province is read romance novels in my study.
Reading romance novels is hardly a hobby.
The word was like a stamp, and it put me in a bad mood.
I gulped down the water next to me.
Think about rewriting your financial books when you go out, Viter.
I’ll show you what real money is.
I calmed my mind and started reading from the beginning, carefully.
I wondered if any of the main characters or familiar faces in this world would appear.
The heroine also had reddish hair.
But even after flipping through it several times, there was no heroine.
The person with reddish hair in the photo was me.
But I remember it being a fairly well-known family.
Did they not invite me because I was too far away?
Or… did they refuse the invitation because I was from the pro-vice faction?
That couldn’t be it.
She tilted her head.
During this time, the duke, and heroine don’t normally meet.
So there’s no difference from the original story… but suddenly, she became curious.
They sent invitations to almost all unmarried women above the rank of a viscount, so why did they decline to attend?
I wonder why.
Is there a separate story here that’s not written in the prologue?
Late at night, I pulled off the covers and got up from bed.
I checked that she was deeply asleep by gently waving my hand over her face and then picking up the key bundle.
It was the set of keys to the storage units of the employees I had obtained through Suren.
There were about 40 keys attached to the bundle.
I wasn’t sure if the key to the Duke’s storage was among them, but I had to try taking advantage of this chaotic opportunity.
The window was closed, but walking down the chilly hallway in my night clothes made my legs shiver.
The ambitious plan to manipulate the Marquis and try to open the warehouse door ended in failure.
To escape without any clothes, she needed a heating stone, but no matter how much she tried to bribe him, Deon did not show her the warehouse.
Even if she asked for the keys to verify if all the items belonging to the Duke were properly recorded…
If you say you want a certain jewel, and it’s probably in the warehouse…
If you need cash when you go outside, and you ask for it in advance…
It was insane.
I couldn’t ask too actively or raise suspicion… It really gave me a headache.
So I made up my mind.
Late at night, I groped the hallway walls, relying on a single candle.
In the distance, I saw the warehouse door of the Duke’s house.
I made my way to the warehouse, trembling with the sound of rattling in my hands.
My hands shook with cold or fear of getting caught, I couldn’t tell.
The keyhole didn’t fit.
I brought the lamp closer to the keyhole.
The first and second keys weren’t right.
I clenched the wrong key with the other hand.
When I tried the third key and turned it, a chilling voice came from behind me.
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