“Of course! Oh, and of course, Lady Cretian will attend, right?”
I was trying to leave naturally after saying a brief thank you.
But I was caught by the Marquis of Verdi. And what was more, he had never heard of the word 'attendance'.
“Yes? Where...”
“Where is it? It’s an auction held by our family. Lady Cretian had high expectations.”
It's an auction.
“...That’s what it was.”
“Of course you will come, right?”
"Sure."
I answered with a smile but now was not the time to look at art.
At first, I said I would attend, but later said I was sick and was planning to not attend.
'I really want to rest now...'
I was starting to feel tired after walking around all day wearing high heels.
The topic of conversation among the young ladies changed.
“By the way, have you all received the newsletter from Linneas?”
“Of course. That’s why the social world is so hot right now. The news about Young master of Marquis Ergi and young lady Natasha was also very shocking.”
I, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, listened to a familiar word.
'Hold on, if it's Linneas...'
It was the information that Deborah had been talking about a while ago.
I said I would pass on information about the capital's social circles to Deborah, who was stuck at home.
'Yeah. There was an information agent!'
In romance novels, it is a rule that the female protagonists buy information from information brokers.
Moreover, now that I remembered the contents of the book, I also knew the secret of the Linneas Information Center that others did not know.
'That's right...'
It was around the time when my eyes began to sparkle.
“Ellie.”
The Crown Prince, who had been behind me, snatched the champagne glass I was holding.
“Then you’ll get drunk.”
“Ernest?”
As Ernest appeared, the young ladies who had been looking at the two took a step back.
“Oh. It seems we were holding onto Lady Cretian without realizing it.”
“That’s right. We’re going to take our leave now. Enjoy your time.”
I turned around, looking at the empty space left by the women who had disappeared in an instant.
“Thank you. I was already having a hard time.”
“You looked like that. Did you drink a lot? Your face is red.”
I see.
At the Crown Prince's words, I caressed my cheek with my hand.
I took a sip of champagne without thinking, but it seemed to have a higher alcohol content than I thought. Just as he said, I could feel the warmth in my palm.
“Want to go for a walk with me?”
"Great."
I nodded and moved to the terrace with him.
The cold night air seemed to clear my head a little.
It was when I, feeling much better, slowly closed my eyes.
The Crown Prince, who had been glancing at me as if he had something to say, spoke cautiously.
“Did you not like the proposal earlier? Or did I make you feel burdened....”
Ah.
I stared at the ring on my fourth finger.
The blue diamond contrasting with the white fingers had a calm light like the deep sea.
It seemed like Ernest had misunderstood my reaction earlier.
'Survive. For sure.'
With that man with affectionate eyes.
When I, who had passed out after the party, opened my eyes, it was early morning.
But as soon as I opened my eyes and organized the contents of the book, all that came out of my mouth was a heavy sigh.
First of all, I decided to stop the rebellion.
“How on earth are we going to stop the rebellion!”
I clutched my head in pain.
There is exactly one month left until the wedding.
I wonder where the spirit of yesterday when I was determined to stop the rebellion, has gone.
That would be the case.
“If you want to stop a rebellion, you need to know who started the rebellion!”
Because I didn't know who the traitor was.
It was truly astonishing how little information there was about traitors in the novels I had read.
His hair was darker and thicker than the night sky, and his eyes were redder and hotter than the blood that soaked his collar.
There is only a brief description of the man's appearance along with a description of how cruel his nature is.
Nothing has been revealed about the reason for his rebellion or his original identity.
'The Night the Red Moon Rises' was a thriller novel with the keywords 'hardcore, high level, scene-centered', and the traitor showed off dazzling night techniques to match.
In fact, I bought this novel because the scene was famous. I didn't read the other contents in detail. I didn't know it would hold me back like this.
“If I could even remember the traitor’s name, I would at least try to find out...”
It's not that his name didn't even appear in the novel, but strangely enough, I couldn't remember his name at all, even though I remembered how desperate the traitor was.
“Are there really such stupid readers?”
Still, I knew the heroine's name.
“Bryl? Blair? Belle? Something like that.”
That was also a problem because I knew it vaguely.
“At this point, it would be faster to run away than to stop the rebellion.”
I had no plans to save the heroine.
Who would help whom when her own throat is like a grapevine?
“Yes. Let’s focus on finding the traitor for now.”
Running away was really a last resort.
Even if I ran away to an unfamiliar world, it was obvious that I would have a hard time.
Not only is I born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I also have a handsome male protagonist who loves me.
I really didn't want to think about leaving everything behind and running away.
Treason.
If only that treason could have been prevented, it would have been a happy ending.
I started snapping my fingers and rolling my head.
“Let’s go find Linneas first.”
Go and get information about the traitor.
Linneas.
As for that information, it was briefly mentioned in the book.
That information broker was the one who later secretly contacted the Crown Prince, who barely managed to escape.
And there was no noble in the capital who did not know the information broker named 'Linneass'.
That would be the case, as it wasn't particularly a secret source of information.
It's a kind of gossip magazine where you can mainly hear the latest rumors from social circles.
"I didn’t even know there was such an information dealer in the North. How did you know their contact method, Elizabeth? To find a collection of Faust’s poems in the oldest bookstore. It’s kind of romantic..."
Although Faust was not a famous poet, his poetry collections were not difficult to obtain.
There just aren't many people willing to buy it.
However, there was one reason why I could buy information through this useless process.
'It's just a trick.'
It was nothing more or less than stimulating the adventurous spirit of leisurely noble ladies by having them buy trivial news through games like spy operations.
So, in reality, the information provider called 'Linneas' did not play a practical role as an information provider.
At best, they were an information broker who had knowledge of the inner chambers of a noble family.
But there was one thing everyone, including Deborah, got wrong.
'The information you can buy varies depending on the method of contact.'
Not as simple as buying a collection of Faust's poems from an old bookstore.
There was a real way to contact them.
How to meet their hidden master.
I had seen the method clearly in the book.
'If you are the Master of Linneas, you would definitely know that a rebellion will occur.'
An information merchant who makes a living from information could not have failed to notice such a massive conspiracy.
A smile naturally appeared on my lips.
'Am I finally getting the book buff?'
I was trying to leave naturally after saying a brief thank you.
But I was caught by the Marquis of Verdi. And what was more, he had never heard of the word 'attendance'.
“Yes? Where...”
“Where is it? It’s an auction held by our family. Lady Cretian had high expectations.”
It's an auction.
“...That’s what it was.”
“Of course you will come, right?”
"Sure."
I answered with a smile but now was not the time to look at art.
At first, I said I would attend, but later said I was sick and was planning to not attend.
'I really want to rest now...'
I was starting to feel tired after walking around all day wearing high heels.
The topic of conversation among the young ladies changed.
“By the way, have you all received the newsletter from Linneas?”
“Of course. That’s why the social world is so hot right now. The news about Young master of Marquis Ergi and young lady Natasha was also very shocking.”
I, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, listened to a familiar word.
'Hold on, if it's Linneas...'
It was the information that Deborah had been talking about a while ago.
I said I would pass on information about the capital's social circles to Deborah, who was stuck at home.
'Yeah. There was an information agent!'
In romance novels, it is a rule that the female protagonists buy information from information brokers.
Moreover, now that I remembered the contents of the book, I also knew the secret of the Linneas Information Center that others did not know.
'That's right...'
It was around the time when my eyes began to sparkle.
“Ellie.”
The Crown Prince, who had been behind me, snatched the champagne glass I was holding.
“Then you’ll get drunk.”
“Ernest?”
As Ernest appeared, the young ladies who had been looking at the two took a step back.
“Oh. It seems we were holding onto Lady Cretian without realizing it.”
“That’s right. We’re going to take our leave now. Enjoy your time.”
I turned around, looking at the empty space left by the women who had disappeared in an instant.
“Thank you. I was already having a hard time.”
“You looked like that. Did you drink a lot? Your face is red.”
I see.
At the Crown Prince's words, I caressed my cheek with my hand.
I took a sip of champagne without thinking, but it seemed to have a higher alcohol content than I thought. Just as he said, I could feel the warmth in my palm.
“Want to go for a walk with me?”
"Great."
I nodded and moved to the terrace with him.
The cold night air seemed to clear my head a little.
It was when I, feeling much better, slowly closed my eyes.
The Crown Prince, who had been glancing at me as if he had something to say, spoke cautiously.
“Did you not like the proposal earlier? Or did I make you feel burdened....”
Ah.
I stared at the ring on my fourth finger.
The blue diamond contrasting with the white fingers had a calm light like the deep sea.
It seemed like Ernest had misunderstood my reaction earlier.
I didn't hate Ernest.
Rather, I was a little excited about the fact that he would become my husband.
But that was until I remembered the contents of the book.
I, who had been fiddling with the ring for a moment, furrowed the corners of my eyes.
“No way. It was too good.”
Only then did Ernest let out a sigh of relief and kiss the back of my hand where the ring was.
Then he said with a somewhat mischievous expression.
“Then repay me.”
“Huh? How...”
As I tilted my head in question, he took a step closer.
And he covered my face with both hands.
"Like this."
It was a split second.
Our lips met each other.
My eyes opened wide at the man's mixed breathing, leaving me without a chance to answer him.
But that was only for a moment.
My eyes closed slowly as a warm kiss melted the cold night breeze.
A man who whispers happiness to me, completely unaware of the terrible things that will happen in the future.
I didn't want to break this happiness now.
Rather, I was a little excited about the fact that he would become my husband.
But that was until I remembered the contents of the book.
I, who had been fiddling with the ring for a moment, furrowed the corners of my eyes.
“No way. It was too good.”
Only then did Ernest let out a sigh of relief and kiss the back of my hand where the ring was.
Then he said with a somewhat mischievous expression.
“Then repay me.”
“Huh? How...”
As I tilted my head in question, he took a step closer.
And he covered my face with both hands.
"Like this."
It was a split second.
Our lips met each other.
My eyes opened wide at the man's mixed breathing, leaving me without a chance to answer him.
But that was only for a moment.
My eyes closed slowly as a warm kiss melted the cold night breeze.
A man who whispers happiness to me, completely unaware of the terrible things that will happen in the future.
I didn't want to break this happiness now.
'Survive. For sure.'
With that man with affectionate eyes.
***
When I, who had passed out after the party, opened my eyes, it was early morning.
But as soon as I opened my eyes and organized the contents of the book, all that came out of my mouth was a heavy sigh.
First of all, I decided to stop the rebellion.
“How on earth are we going to stop the rebellion!”
I clutched my head in pain.
There is exactly one month left until the wedding.
I wonder where the spirit of yesterday when I was determined to stop the rebellion, has gone.
That would be the case.
“If you want to stop a rebellion, you need to know who started the rebellion!”
Because I didn't know who the traitor was.
It was truly astonishing how little information there was about traitors in the novels I had read.
His hair was darker and thicker than the night sky, and his eyes were redder and hotter than the blood that soaked his collar.
There is only a brief description of the man's appearance along with a description of how cruel his nature is.
Nothing has been revealed about the reason for his rebellion or his original identity.
'The Night the Red Moon Rises' was a thriller novel with the keywords 'hardcore, high level, scene-centered', and the traitor showed off dazzling night techniques to match.
In fact, I bought this novel because the scene was famous. I didn't read the other contents in detail. I didn't know it would hold me back like this.
“If I could even remember the traitor’s name, I would at least try to find out...”
It's not that his name didn't even appear in the novel, but strangely enough, I couldn't remember his name at all, even though I remembered how desperate the traitor was.
“Are there really such stupid readers?”
Still, I knew the heroine's name.
“Bryl? Blair? Belle? Something like that.”
That was also a problem because I knew it vaguely.
“At this point, it would be faster to run away than to stop the rebellion.”
I had no plans to save the heroine.
Who would help whom when her own throat is like a grapevine?
“Yes. Let’s focus on finding the traitor for now.”
Running away was really a last resort.
Even if I ran away to an unfamiliar world, it was obvious that I would have a hard time.
Not only is I born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I also have a handsome male protagonist who loves me.
I really didn't want to think about leaving everything behind and running away.
Treason.
If only that treason could have been prevented, it would have been a happy ending.
I started snapping my fingers and rolling my head.
“Let’s go find Linneas first.”
Go and get information about the traitor.
Linneas.
As for that information, it was briefly mentioned in the book.
That information broker was the one who later secretly contacted the Crown Prince, who barely managed to escape.
And there was no noble in the capital who did not know the information broker named 'Linneass'.
That would be the case, as it wasn't particularly a secret source of information.
It's a kind of gossip magazine where you can mainly hear the latest rumors from social circles.
"I didn’t even know there was such an information dealer in the North. How did you know their contact method, Elizabeth? To find a collection of Faust’s poems in the oldest bookstore. It’s kind of romantic..."
Although Faust was not a famous poet, his poetry collections were not difficult to obtain.
There just aren't many people willing to buy it.
However, there was one reason why I could buy information through this useless process.
'It's just a trick.'
It was nothing more or less than stimulating the adventurous spirit of leisurely noble ladies by having them buy trivial news through games like spy operations.
So, in reality, the information provider called 'Linneas' did not play a practical role as an information provider.
At best, they were an information broker who had knowledge of the inner chambers of a noble family.
But there was one thing everyone, including Deborah, got wrong.
'The information you can buy varies depending on the method of contact.'
Not as simple as buying a collection of Faust's poems from an old bookstore.
There was a real way to contact them.
How to meet their hidden master.
I had seen the method clearly in the book.
'If you are the Master of Linneas, you would definitely know that a rebellion will occur.'
An information merchant who makes a living from information could not have failed to notice such a massive conspiracy.
A smile naturally appeared on my lips.
'Am I finally getting the book buff?'
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