“You have a habit of exaggerating your stories, Sir Kwedel.”
Lady Brentano, who quickly regained her composure, pointed out.
“No. Strictly speaking, it’s a bit of a stretch. There aren’t many casinos that offer this much fun. It’s not just about money... Um... It’s hard to say. You’ll understand what I mean if you go there yourself.”
Damien shrugged and mumbled, a gesture that piqued curiosity.
“It’s a fantastic place. It’s like entering a world that portrays the romance and fantasy of card players. Compared to the Ulrich Casino—oh, I’m sorry for being rude. Lady Odette is here.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Odette shook her head slightly at the conman who seemed to fit in well.
“If I had to experience one depravity in my life, I would choose Wolfgang’s Casino. I have already told my butler that it would be a good place to meet my end.”
Damien smiled with an exaggerated grin.
Already, some in this place seemed to be possessed by Damien's words.
“Oh, I really have to go there.”
Baron Vogel at this table also gulped and answered as if he was possessed.
Lady Brentano still had a stern face, but she did not dare to rebuke Baron Vogel.
Instead, she had a bitter expression on her face.
'The Duke of Brentano probably doesn't have even a small amount of gambling money to spend for fun.'
Viscount Gustav Kwendel.
Contrary to rumors, he has great looks. He speaks affectionately. He has a firm will to get married.
And the owner of the Viscount Kwendel, a manor of fertile and valuable lands and formidable assets.
He was the man who was receiving the most attention as the best marriage candidate in recent social circles.
Ladies considering marrying him might be interested in Wolfgang's Casino, or they might visit it for fun.
For any cultural enterprise to be perceived as sophisticated and fun, it is essential to capture female consumers first.
Wherever there are lots of women, men will soon follow out of curiosity.
At that moment, a status window popped up before Odette's eyes.
[ > Rumors about the arrogant flower of high society are diminished. ]
[ 30 people → 26 people ( - 4 people decreased) ]
One of those four must be Baron Vogel sitting at this table.
Odette put on a carefree expression and lightly turned over her cards.
“I was one pair.”
“Haha, I got hit in the face. I shouted fold for nothing. You have a lot of guts, don’t you?”
She thinks she's done enough promoting the casino, now she needs to win over the people in this salon.
'Dolly's complexion is also worth seeing.'
When she first came in, Odette pretended to be a little flustered and scared because this place was unfamiliar, but it was worth it.
Because expectations are best when they are inflated and then burst.
'By the way, how terribly bad are these two?'
Bribery, stealing, and switching. In her past life, she was running away from male protagonists and risking her life on a card to get a piece of bread in all kinds of dirty places.
If she keeps beating only one person, the atmosphere will only get worse. That's why she had to grit her teeth to lose to both of them.
Damien, a professional gambler, must be even more frustrated than she is. He's already on his fifth card to make a terrible hand.
It was then that Lady Brentano opened her mouth.
“Let’s stop playing poker. I’d like to have a more civilized conversation.”
Lady Brentano glared at Odette as she spoke.
Awkward change of subject.
'As expected... So that's the one that Dolly came into contact with.'
Odette expected it because Dolly never once glanced at Lady Brentano. Trying not to be conscious is proof that she is conscious.
'If Dolly had the host on her side to screw me over, then she would have been confident.'
The only reason the salon's rule is 'no disclosure' is probably because the Count must not hear about whatever humiliation Odette may suffer here.
To Lady Brentano, Dolly must have persuaded her by saying something like, 'If you just make a no-speaking rule, I'll bring Odette here and give you a chance to embarrass yourself.'
The gentlemen who had been listening intently as they played poker began to slowly gather around their seats.
The Brentano Dukes were renowned for their learning and culture. Lady Brentano herself was considered a socialite from a young age.
Lady Brentano's words, "Let's have a cultured conversation," were nothing less than a summoning spell that gathered people who had a desire to show off their knowledge.
“Yes. I was just thinking that it would be a shame to leave Lady Brentano, who is so well-educated, to just play poker.”
Odette met Lady Brentano's eyes and smiled.
Lady Brentano bit her lip again. It was a habit she had seen in games. It came out when she was upset.
“I’d like to talk to you about theology. Lady Odette, what is your favorite book on theology?”
"I am-"
It was at this moment that a gentleman was about to intervene.
“No! Please start with Lady Odette!”
Lady Brentano spoke in a firm, quite loud voice.
She has such a stern expression as if she were a warrior fighting against disaster.
All eyes were immediately focused on Odette.
Since she had never spoken in a place like this before, many people were expecting what she would say.
'Maybe the rumor about her being stupid has something to do with it.'
From a distance, Dolly could be seen smiling cheerfully.
She's so happy Odette is in a corner.
“Oh... This is difficult. I don’t have a favorite theology book.”
She laughed at Odette's words. She must have thought she didn't know anything, let alone theology.
If it were normal, Dolly's nagging would have been really annoying... but in this situation, it's no different from a gift.
[ Your current bad reputation:
> Wicked and evil women (32 people)
> Selfish Purifier (15 people)
> The Arrogant Flower of Social Circle (26 people)
> Ignorant Young Lady with nothing in her head (23 people) ]
“Do you hate books?”
Lady Brentano's voice trembled slightly. Was it because of the overwhelming joy?
That woman hated Odette so much. Even Odette, who was oblivious in her past life, could feel it.
“No. There is nothing wrong with books. It is the theologians I dislike. Faust, Ephraim, Rindheimer, Klettenberg. All of them.”
The people who had gathered around her to the point of making a fuss about her knowledge all burst into laughter at what Odette had said.
It was because of the tone of voice that was full of sincere hatred towards the author who wrote the book.
Because there was no one among those who had received an academy or harsh home education who did not sympathize with that hatred.
“You listed them in order of authority.”
A gentleman answered with full sympathy.
“No. I listed them in order of my hatred.”
Odette's answer once again elicited light laughter.
“So, my favorite theology book is going to be difficult. Could you ask me again? If it’s your least favorite book, I’ll be happy to answer.”
Odette spoke refreshingly, facing Brentano.
In this way, she has lost the opportunity to verify whether she truly understands the ‘contents of the book.’
It is taboo in social circles to seriously pursue a question that was already laughed off.
Moreover, Odette could not find any fault with the scholars she had listed.
Among the students who cram knowledge into their heads for exams, there is no one who doesn't hate those scholars.
Even Lady Brentano, who received the strictest education from her tutors, was hated by those who hated her.
Lady Brentano bit her lip and kept her mouth shut. Then another gentleman intervened.
“I am very curious, too. What is the book of the theologian that Lady Odette hates the most?”
“Of course, it is the [ Commandments of God]. ”
"Oh my God."
This time a sigh came out.
“Albert, have you even read the book of that eccentric theologian? The Divine Commandments?”
This is a book written by the greatest theological genius in history. That means that even if you read it at the level of an academic student, you won't be able to understand it properly.
Only scholars like Faust, Ephraim, and Lindheimer, as she just listed, would be able to read and understand it.
'How could that be?'
Odette, of course, had never read it.
Lady Brentano, who quickly regained her composure, pointed out.
“No. Strictly speaking, it’s a bit of a stretch. There aren’t many casinos that offer this much fun. It’s not just about money... Um... It’s hard to say. You’ll understand what I mean if you go there yourself.”
Damien shrugged and mumbled, a gesture that piqued curiosity.
“It’s a fantastic place. It’s like entering a world that portrays the romance and fantasy of card players. Compared to the Ulrich Casino—oh, I’m sorry for being rude. Lady Odette is here.”
“Don’t worry about that.”
Odette shook her head slightly at the conman who seemed to fit in well.
“If I had to experience one depravity in my life, I would choose Wolfgang’s Casino. I have already told my butler that it would be a good place to meet my end.”
Damien smiled with an exaggerated grin.
Already, some in this place seemed to be possessed by Damien's words.
“Oh, I really have to go there.”
Baron Vogel at this table also gulped and answered as if he was possessed.
Lady Brentano still had a stern face, but she did not dare to rebuke Baron Vogel.
Instead, she had a bitter expression on her face.
'The Duke of Brentano probably doesn't have even a small amount of gambling money to spend for fun.'
Viscount Gustav Kwendel.
Contrary to rumors, he has great looks. He speaks affectionately. He has a firm will to get married.
And the owner of the Viscount Kwendel, a manor of fertile and valuable lands and formidable assets.
He was the man who was receiving the most attention as the best marriage candidate in recent social circles.
Ladies considering marrying him might be interested in Wolfgang's Casino, or they might visit it for fun.
For any cultural enterprise to be perceived as sophisticated and fun, it is essential to capture female consumers first.
Wherever there are lots of women, men will soon follow out of curiosity.
At that moment, a status window popped up before Odette's eyes.
[ > Rumors about the arrogant flower of high society are diminished. ]
[ 30 people → 26 people ( - 4 people decreased) ]
One of those four must be Baron Vogel sitting at this table.
Odette put on a carefree expression and lightly turned over her cards.
“I was one pair.”
“Haha, I got hit in the face. I shouted fold for nothing. You have a lot of guts, don’t you?”
She thinks she's done enough promoting the casino, now she needs to win over the people in this salon.
'Dolly's complexion is also worth seeing.'
When she first came in, Odette pretended to be a little flustered and scared because this place was unfamiliar, but it was worth it.
Because expectations are best when they are inflated and then burst.
'By the way, how terribly bad are these two?'
Bribery, stealing, and switching. In her past life, she was running away from male protagonists and risking her life on a card to get a piece of bread in all kinds of dirty places.
If she keeps beating only one person, the atmosphere will only get worse. That's why she had to grit her teeth to lose to both of them.
Damien, a professional gambler, must be even more frustrated than she is. He's already on his fifth card to make a terrible hand.
It was then that Lady Brentano opened her mouth.
“Let’s stop playing poker. I’d like to have a more civilized conversation.”
Lady Brentano glared at Odette as she spoke.
Awkward change of subject.
'As expected... So that's the one that Dolly came into contact with.'
Odette expected it because Dolly never once glanced at Lady Brentano. Trying not to be conscious is proof that she is conscious.
'If Dolly had the host on her side to screw me over, then she would have been confident.'
The only reason the salon's rule is 'no disclosure' is probably because the Count must not hear about whatever humiliation Odette may suffer here.
To Lady Brentano, Dolly must have persuaded her by saying something like, 'If you just make a no-speaking rule, I'll bring Odette here and give you a chance to embarrass yourself.'
The gentlemen who had been listening intently as they played poker began to slowly gather around their seats.
The Brentano Dukes were renowned for their learning and culture. Lady Brentano herself was considered a socialite from a young age.
Lady Brentano's words, "Let's have a cultured conversation," were nothing less than a summoning spell that gathered people who had a desire to show off their knowledge.
“Yes. I was just thinking that it would be a shame to leave Lady Brentano, who is so well-educated, to just play poker.”
Odette met Lady Brentano's eyes and smiled.
Lady Brentano bit her lip again. It was a habit she had seen in games. It came out when she was upset.
“I’d like to talk to you about theology. Lady Odette, what is your favorite book on theology?”
"I am-"
It was at this moment that a gentleman was about to intervene.
“No! Please start with Lady Odette!”
Lady Brentano spoke in a firm, quite loud voice.
She has such a stern expression as if she were a warrior fighting against disaster.
All eyes were immediately focused on Odette.
Since she had never spoken in a place like this before, many people were expecting what she would say.
'Maybe the rumor about her being stupid has something to do with it.'
From a distance, Dolly could be seen smiling cheerfully.
She's so happy Odette is in a corner.
“Oh... This is difficult. I don’t have a favorite theology book.”
She laughed at Odette's words. She must have thought she didn't know anything, let alone theology.
If it were normal, Dolly's nagging would have been really annoying... but in this situation, it's no different from a gift.
[ Your current bad reputation:
> Wicked and evil women (32 people)
> Selfish Purifier (15 people)
> The Arrogant Flower of Social Circle (26 people)
> Ignorant Young Lady with nothing in her head (23 people) ]
“Do you hate books?”
Lady Brentano's voice trembled slightly. Was it because of the overwhelming joy?
That woman hated Odette so much. Even Odette, who was oblivious in her past life, could feel it.
“No. There is nothing wrong with books. It is the theologians I dislike. Faust, Ephraim, Rindheimer, Klettenberg. All of them.”
***
The people who had gathered around her to the point of making a fuss about her knowledge all burst into laughter at what Odette had said.
It was because of the tone of voice that was full of sincere hatred towards the author who wrote the book.
Because there was no one among those who had received an academy or harsh home education who did not sympathize with that hatred.
“You listed them in order of authority.”
A gentleman answered with full sympathy.
“No. I listed them in order of my hatred.”
Odette's answer once again elicited light laughter.
“So, my favorite theology book is going to be difficult. Could you ask me again? If it’s your least favorite book, I’ll be happy to answer.”
Odette spoke refreshingly, facing Brentano.
In this way, she has lost the opportunity to verify whether she truly understands the ‘contents of the book.’
It is taboo in social circles to seriously pursue a question that was already laughed off.
Moreover, Odette could not find any fault with the scholars she had listed.
Among the students who cram knowledge into their heads for exams, there is no one who doesn't hate those scholars.
Even Lady Brentano, who received the strictest education from her tutors, was hated by those who hated her.
Lady Brentano bit her lip and kept her mouth shut. Then another gentleman intervened.
“I am very curious, too. What is the book of the theologian that Lady Odette hates the most?”
“Of course, it is the [ Commandments of God]. ”
"Oh my God."
This time a sigh came out.
“Albert, have you even read the book of that eccentric theologian? The Divine Commandments?”
This is a book written by the greatest theological genius in history. That means that even if you read it at the level of an academic student, you won't be able to understand it properly.
Only scholars like Faust, Ephraim, and Lindheimer, as she just listed, would be able to read and understand it.
'How could that be?'
Odette, of course, had never read it.
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