Sion Reinhard von Kleist. Head of the Intelligence Department and S-class Transcendent.
Silver hair, purple eyes. A cold-looking man with cool tones.
A cold-blooded personality. A cruel hand. A master of torture.
He was a character with the 'But I'm sure he'd be warm to my woman' attribute in a reverse harem game.
While organizing the information about Sion in her head, Odette took a sip of the warm tea in the reception room. It was to warm up her cold body due to her wet one-piece dress.
Sion glared at the sight.
“Do you know that your trick almost caused the Crown Prince to go berserk? If it weren’t for Charlotte’s pleas, I would have painstakingly cut off your limbs.”
Compared to the vivid memories of her previous life, Odette felt even the irritated gaze of Sion now warm. Thanks to that, she was able to savor the taste of tea without shaking at all.
Sion lit a cigar.
“Thank you for saving His Highness, Albrecht.”
'The introduction of the thank you speech is so shameless.'
Hoo. He asked, exhaling cigar smoke.
“Did you really have to come to the palace in that mess?”
The Marquis's eyes scanned her attire through his monocle. Her dress was a mess of blood and cobwebs from her exit through the secret passage.
Odette ignored his expression of displeasure.
'Even if she came in her usual doll-like attire, her expression would have been like that.'
Anyway, the clothes aren't the problem. Sion always treated her like filth.
“I am embarrassed to have my attire pointed out by a gentleman, Your Grace.”
Of course, Odette is not ashamed at all. She saw worse things while being chased in her previous life, so what's the point now?
It's just a roundabout answer.
It carries the implication that 'it is rude for a gentleman to comment on a lady's attire'.
Sion read the implications and laughed, blowing out smoke.
“I am surprised. I never thought Lady Albrecht would feel ashamed.”
Sion, chewing nervously on his cigar, slammed the bundle of documents down on the tea table. They were what Odette had sent through Lise.
“Would a shameless person send a contract for human trafficking in broad daylight? Are you not ashamed at all of the fact that you are a piece of trash who makes money through crime?”
“...”
“Oh, was that just showing off? No one uses their exemption privileges as frugally as you do?”
Sion groaned, crushing his cigar in the ashtray, then stretched out his long legs and rested them on the glass table.
Even his ridiculous actions were languid and elegant, which was a talent if there was such a thing. The gap between his actions as a bastard and his aristocratic air created a strange sense of fear.
'He's the perfect personality for interrogation. To the commoners, he may seem overbearing, and to the nobles, he may seem like a promiscuous twin.'
“You were very presumptuous in requesting an exclusive interview. Did you buy off the spy? I must have seemed like a very leisurely person to you. So much so that you could scratch at me with a ridiculous lie.”
“Even though you think so, Your Grace, you accepted my impudent request for a private meeting. That is enough for me.”
He frowned as Odette maintained her bland smile.
“Since you are busy, I think it would be better to get to the point quickly. I would like to review the documents with you to discuss the spy. Is that okay?”
As Odette put down her teacup and asked for permission, Sion increased the pressure.
He kicked the stack of documents that had just been placed on the tea table, causing them to spill onto the floor.
“Please, as the lady wishes.”
With great mockery.
'Look at his character.'
Sighing inwardly, Odette picked up the scattered papers under the table.
Even the most unbiased person would find it difficult to show a good attitude if they were to see a list of unspeakable evils every day.
Sion must have felt that way too.
But that didn't mean she had any reason to be swayed by his overbearing attitude.
'If you act like a bastard, do you think I'll feel intimidated?'
Odette, on the contrary, acted even more noble, looking at her uneducated subordinates with a look of warning.
The act of picking up the papers one by one was extremely elegant and neat.
But Sion bent down and dumped another bundle of letters over her head.
“I thought you really liked collecting things. I thought I’d give you the letters you sent me too.”
'Ha. This fucking kid.'
Odette held back her temper. If she got angry here, she wouldn't be able to achieve her goal.
Without losing her composure, she picked up all the fallen letters and unfolded them one by one.
'What a graceful and elegant handwriting.'
The letter she said she sent contained astronomical numbers.
'This is the money used to pay for the dress, the price of precious metals, the price of a fine horse, and the money used to install a fountain in the mansion. That is Ferdinand's liquor and gambling debts.'
It must all be a bill for luxury expenses. They really ate like a swindler.
Odette, who had neatly organized the last chapter, handed them over to Sion and said.
“How much information has Your Grace received about me?”
“You might as well ask me how many grains of sand there are in the Erwin Desert. I’ll know everything about you.”
Sion glared at her with eyes full of disgust. He'd said things like that in her previous life, things that would have cut her into pieces.
“It’s better that you can’t speak. If you had made some stupid excuse, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it.”
Odette swallowed the humiliation of her past life.
'No matter how I feel about him, I have to look good to him.'
Only then can Odette begin to take revenge on her family.
The oppressive, hatred-mixed feeling that was weighing on her grew stronger. Despite feeling suffocated, Odette smiled faintly. To please Sion.
“Then, has anyone reported that I am illiterate?”
Her fears, resentments, and sorrows didn't matter at all. Her feelings were worthless. As always.
His purple eyes glared irritably at the woman sitting across from him.
The most beautiful woman in the social world. She was said to be as beautiful as a fairy. But it meant nothing to Sion.
'Still that awful, artificial rose smell.'
Because he had no feelings for Odette other than disgust.
'It's not just the smell that's terrible. It's the behavior that makes me sick.'
Isn't this a villainy that even Sion, who is familiar with all the lows of humanity, would admire?
It was also the watchdog's duty to find out where that woman's ID was being used. How come that damn ID only comes from such dirty places?
In places where poor children are kidnapped and trafficked into slavery, in gambling dens, and in places where drugs are manufactured illegally.
Since all of the crimes committed by underage girls required experience, nine conspirators were sent in just to confirm the facts.
And after repeated cross-checks, it turns out that Odette is the worst human being.
The documents Odette sent today were not something he had seen for the first time. They were things he had already confirmed long ago through the reports of the spies.
'That's amazing for such a young age.'
After all, the nature of a criminal is determined by their innate shamelessness. It is foolish to believe that even their wickedness will be immature because they are young.
He mentally visualized the information about the woman sitting in front of him.
Born with a weak body in a villa on the beach in Meursault. Raised with great care, she is the youngest daughter of a Count.
She returned to Albrecht County at the age of six and is now running wild. Her current hobby is to rob the royal family to fill her wardrobe and accessory storage.
'The Count's reputation is not bad, but his children are a complete failure.'
“My daughter asked for 20 diamond mines every time she purified. I tried to convince her, but she was too stubborn.”
Because she demanded conditions that even that woman could not meet, S-classes do not request purification no matter how much contamination accumulates.
So, they have been holding out for a while now thanks to the runaway delay.
The seriously injured Crown Prince almost went on a rampage.
'But why did you suddenly purify the Crown Prince? She gave off such an unpleasant smell that we didn't want to be purified, so we probably wouldn't have done it anyway.'
Sion didn't want to accept the presumptuous request for a private meeting. However, he couldn't refuse the request because she had perfectly matched the number of spies planted in the Count's house. He thought she was a woman who was only interested in luxury and pleasure.
“Has anyone reported that I am illiterate?”
But he never thought he would say something so ridiculous.
'I thought I was familiar with the lowest of human nature, but how can she be so genius at scratching people?'
“Do you know how many bills you sent in total? Your signature and handwriting are so well-known to all the intelligence agencies. Are you illiterate? Do you take after your brother in that you always open your mouth to make a mess of things?”
Emotional control is a basic requirement for the intelligence service. Even if they knew that fact, it was useless in front of this woman.
A tremendous sense of awe and awe mixed with uncontrollable disgust and pride during the anger burst out.
But the woman continued to smile as if she felt nothing.
“The owner of the handwriting is Mrs. Becker, my mother’s maid.”
"What?"
“I really can’t read.”
The woman put down the letter and held the teacup elegantly. Her pronunciation and intonation were also impeccable.
The little fingers folded slightly. The smoothness of the movement did not even make a rattling sound. The woman spat out with the perfect ruling class gesture.
“Huh... What kind of ridiculous joke is this?”
The Barche alphabet was used, had very few irregularities, and had simple grammar. Even among the common people, there were almost no illiterate people.
The Marquis, who had been spitting out laughter along with cigar smoke at the bizarre nonsense, soon stopped talking.
It was because the woman took out a video stone and placed it on a glass table.
Silver hair, purple eyes. A cold-looking man with cool tones.
A cold-blooded personality. A cruel hand. A master of torture.
He was a character with the 'But I'm sure he'd be warm to my woman' attribute in a reverse harem game.
While organizing the information about Sion in her head, Odette took a sip of the warm tea in the reception room. It was to warm up her cold body due to her wet one-piece dress.
Sion glared at the sight.
“Do you know that your trick almost caused the Crown Prince to go berserk? If it weren’t for Charlotte’s pleas, I would have painstakingly cut off your limbs.”
Compared to the vivid memories of her previous life, Odette felt even the irritated gaze of Sion now warm. Thanks to that, she was able to savor the taste of tea without shaking at all.
Sion lit a cigar.
“Thank you for saving His Highness, Albrecht.”
'The introduction of the thank you speech is so shameless.'
Hoo. He asked, exhaling cigar smoke.
“Did you really have to come to the palace in that mess?”
The Marquis's eyes scanned her attire through his monocle. Her dress was a mess of blood and cobwebs from her exit through the secret passage.
Odette ignored his expression of displeasure.
'Even if she came in her usual doll-like attire, her expression would have been like that.'
Anyway, the clothes aren't the problem. Sion always treated her like filth.
“I am embarrassed to have my attire pointed out by a gentleman, Your Grace.”
Of course, Odette is not ashamed at all. She saw worse things while being chased in her previous life, so what's the point now?
It's just a roundabout answer.
It carries the implication that 'it is rude for a gentleman to comment on a lady's attire'.
Sion read the implications and laughed, blowing out smoke.
“I am surprised. I never thought Lady Albrecht would feel ashamed.”
Sion, chewing nervously on his cigar, slammed the bundle of documents down on the tea table. They were what Odette had sent through Lise.
“Would a shameless person send a contract for human trafficking in broad daylight? Are you not ashamed at all of the fact that you are a piece of trash who makes money through crime?”
“...”
“Oh, was that just showing off? No one uses their exemption privileges as frugally as you do?”
Sion groaned, crushing his cigar in the ashtray, then stretched out his long legs and rested them on the glass table.
Even his ridiculous actions were languid and elegant, which was a talent if there was such a thing. The gap between his actions as a bastard and his aristocratic air created a strange sense of fear.
'He's the perfect personality for interrogation. To the commoners, he may seem overbearing, and to the nobles, he may seem like a promiscuous twin.'
“You were very presumptuous in requesting an exclusive interview. Did you buy off the spy? I must have seemed like a very leisurely person to you. So much so that you could scratch at me with a ridiculous lie.”
“Even though you think so, Your Grace, you accepted my impudent request for a private meeting. That is enough for me.”
He frowned as Odette maintained her bland smile.
“Since you are busy, I think it would be better to get to the point quickly. I would like to review the documents with you to discuss the spy. Is that okay?”
As Odette put down her teacup and asked for permission, Sion increased the pressure.
He kicked the stack of documents that had just been placed on the tea table, causing them to spill onto the floor.
“Please, as the lady wishes.”
With great mockery.
'Look at his character.'
Sighing inwardly, Odette picked up the scattered papers under the table.
Even the most unbiased person would find it difficult to show a good attitude if they were to see a list of unspeakable evils every day.
Sion must have felt that way too.
But that didn't mean she had any reason to be swayed by his overbearing attitude.
'If you act like a bastard, do you think I'll feel intimidated?'
Odette, on the contrary, acted even more noble, looking at her uneducated subordinates with a look of warning.
The act of picking up the papers one by one was extremely elegant and neat.
But Sion bent down and dumped another bundle of letters over her head.
“I thought you really liked collecting things. I thought I’d give you the letters you sent me too.”
'Ha. This fucking kid.'
Odette held back her temper. If she got angry here, she wouldn't be able to achieve her goal.
Without losing her composure, she picked up all the fallen letters and unfolded them one by one.
'What a graceful and elegant handwriting.'
The letter she said she sent contained astronomical numbers.
'This is the money used to pay for the dress, the price of precious metals, the price of a fine horse, and the money used to install a fountain in the mansion. That is Ferdinand's liquor and gambling debts.'
It must all be a bill for luxury expenses. They really ate like a swindler.
Odette, who had neatly organized the last chapter, handed them over to Sion and said.
“How much information has Your Grace received about me?”
“You might as well ask me how many grains of sand there are in the Erwin Desert. I’ll know everything about you.”
Sion glared at her with eyes full of disgust. He'd said things like that in her previous life, things that would have cut her into pieces.
“It’s better that you can’t speak. If you had made some stupid excuse, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it.”
Odette swallowed the humiliation of her past life.
'No matter how I feel about him, I have to look good to him.'
Only then can Odette begin to take revenge on her family.
The oppressive, hatred-mixed feeling that was weighing on her grew stronger. Despite feeling suffocated, Odette smiled faintly. To please Sion.
“Then, has anyone reported that I am illiterate?”
Her fears, resentments, and sorrows didn't matter at all. Her feelings were worthless. As always.
***
His purple eyes glared irritably at the woman sitting across from him.
The most beautiful woman in the social world. She was said to be as beautiful as a fairy. But it meant nothing to Sion.
'Still that awful, artificial rose smell.'
Because he had no feelings for Odette other than disgust.
'It's not just the smell that's terrible. It's the behavior that makes me sick.'
Isn't this a villainy that even Sion, who is familiar with all the lows of humanity, would admire?
It was also the watchdog's duty to find out where that woman's ID was being used. How come that damn ID only comes from such dirty places?
In places where poor children are kidnapped and trafficked into slavery, in gambling dens, and in places where drugs are manufactured illegally.
Since all of the crimes committed by underage girls required experience, nine conspirators were sent in just to confirm the facts.
And after repeated cross-checks, it turns out that Odette is the worst human being.
The documents Odette sent today were not something he had seen for the first time. They were things he had already confirmed long ago through the reports of the spies.
'That's amazing for such a young age.'
After all, the nature of a criminal is determined by their innate shamelessness. It is foolish to believe that even their wickedness will be immature because they are young.
He mentally visualized the information about the woman sitting in front of him.
Born with a weak body in a villa on the beach in Meursault. Raised with great care, she is the youngest daughter of a Count.
She returned to Albrecht County at the age of six and is now running wild. Her current hobby is to rob the royal family to fill her wardrobe and accessory storage.
'The Count's reputation is not bad, but his children are a complete failure.'
“My daughter asked for 20 diamond mines every time she purified. I tried to convince her, but she was too stubborn.”
Because she demanded conditions that even that woman could not meet, S-classes do not request purification no matter how much contamination accumulates.
So, they have been holding out for a while now thanks to the runaway delay.
The seriously injured Crown Prince almost went on a rampage.
'But why did you suddenly purify the Crown Prince? She gave off such an unpleasant smell that we didn't want to be purified, so we probably wouldn't have done it anyway.'
Sion didn't want to accept the presumptuous request for a private meeting. However, he couldn't refuse the request because she had perfectly matched the number of spies planted in the Count's house. He thought she was a woman who was only interested in luxury and pleasure.
“Has anyone reported that I am illiterate?”
But he never thought he would say something so ridiculous.
'I thought I was familiar with the lowest of human nature, but how can she be so genius at scratching people?'
“Do you know how many bills you sent in total? Your signature and handwriting are so well-known to all the intelligence agencies. Are you illiterate? Do you take after your brother in that you always open your mouth to make a mess of things?”
Emotional control is a basic requirement for the intelligence service. Even if they knew that fact, it was useless in front of this woman.
A tremendous sense of awe and awe mixed with uncontrollable disgust and pride during the anger burst out.
But the woman continued to smile as if she felt nothing.
“The owner of the handwriting is Mrs. Becker, my mother’s maid.”
"What?"
“I really can’t read.”
The woman put down the letter and held the teacup elegantly. Her pronunciation and intonation were also impeccable.
The little fingers folded slightly. The smoothness of the movement did not even make a rattling sound. The woman spat out with the perfect ruling class gesture.
“Huh... What kind of ridiculous joke is this?”
The Barche alphabet was used, had very few irregularities, and had simple grammar. Even among the common people, there were almost no illiterate people.
The Marquis, who had been spitting out laughter along with cigar smoke at the bizarre nonsense, soon stopped talking.
It was because the woman took out a video stone and placed it on a glass table.
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