'But... judging from the fact that the aide was terrified, the amount must be huge.'
I felt sad that I had to become a squirrel running on a wheel of overtime work again, not a sloth, but I clenched my fists and made up my mind.
First of all, I have to look good to the real Duke so that I can somehow make a living at this luxurious Agenthoz resort.
Now that I'm neither a villain nor the ultimate mastermind, the future will change, so I have to show my guardians a good side.
'I have to be prepared to stay up all night. I'm fine.'
I bit my lips slightly and answered solemnly.
“I will. If only you would understand my sincerity in reflecting on all my past actions.”
“Ha. Yes, you brought it up well. Do you know how much it cost you to clean up that accident you caused this time? When are you going to grow up, Yvonne?”
“Yes. This was all my fault, my arrogant and impulsive actions.”
“Your impulsive emotions cost you a whopping 2 billion gold!”
'Eek.'
Here, 2 billion gold is equivalent to 2 billion Korean Won.
Yvonne, you are sooo ...
My lips pursed, and my shoulders slumped as I heard that the money I had never even touched had disappeared with the magic bomb.
"Sorry..."
“Ahem.”
Suddenly, the Duke coughed again and started to sniffle.
“Well, that amount of money isn’t much. Doesn’t it just keep damaging our family’s reputation?”
No.
It may not seem like much to you, Your Excellency, but my situation is different, having suddenly become a Princess from the lower class.
'Two billion gold is a very small amount.'
I answered gloomily.
“Yes. I am trash because I have ruined my reputation and taken away money.”
“...Are you doing this on purpose? Why are you like this? Tsk. Ralk! Make sure Yvonne gets the work related to the Martha branch every day.”
“Huh? You mean the Martha branch?!”
“Yvonne, you will come to my office every day and work. I will give you one week to do the work. You will have to finish it within a week.”
“Your Excellency!”
The aide noticed my expression and called the Duke urgently.
'A week?'
Seeing that they gave me a week to complete the task, I wonder if I really have to work overtime every day.
I sighed and glanced at the aide, wondering if the old routine was returning.
The aide, perhaps misunderstanding my gaze, turned pale and began to try to stop the operation.
“The documents related to the Martha branch are simple paperwork, but they are too much. A week? Even I have to sit down and work for more than six hours every day to finish them!”
“That’s what I’m saying. I’m trying to see if Yvonne is truly reflecting.”
The Duke glared at me furtively.
'Six hours...?'
I held onto the hem of my dress and answered calmly, barely able to calm my excited, pounding heart.
“Yes. I will do my best.”
I was so excited that the corners of my mouth twitched, but I barely managed to hold back my laughter. I got up from my seat, bowed, and left the office.
As I walked back to my room with the dedicated maid who had been waiting outside, I couldn't stop laughing.
'Ouch. Only six hours?!'
Things went much easier than I expected, so my steps were light.
I went to work at seven in the morning and worked until ten at night every day.
I said I was a night shift worker whose daily routine was to work fifteen hours a day!
“Haha. I want to eat some sweet snacks.”
The dedicated maid heard my muttering and quickly headed toward the kitchen with good sense, and I smiled happily.
It's a really comfortable and nice place.
I'll survive this place somehow. I hummed and happily went back to my room.
Varden narrowed his eyes as he watched Yvonne's back as she returned to her room.
'Why is she acting like that?'
Feeling something strange, Varden checked with the aide about Yvonne's situation.
The aide sighed and explained that starting tomorrow, the Princess would be in charge of the boring and extensive paperwork.
A stunned Varden muttered.
“If it were Yvonne, she would probably burn the documents as soon as she saw them tomorrow.”
“...I agree.”
The aide, his face ashen, hurried back, saying he would come up with a plan.
Varden decided that he would have to watch Yvonne himself tomorrow.
The way she spoke in an unusually polite manner earlier and the way she behaved so quietly were also strange.
Either Yvonne's condition is really bad, or she's just using smoke to cause a bigger accident.
And the next morning.
Varden's eyes widened as he secretly watched Yvonne arrive at the Duke's office.
'Oh my god.'
The way she turned the pages and the speed with which she moved the pen were terrifying.
Varden, who had been blankly watching Yvonne as if he were watching a performance, looked at his watch, and a chill ran down his spine.
Yvonne sat in her chair for five hours, motionless, concentrating on her paperwork.
Varden cleared his dizzy head and slowly thought back to Yvonne.
Yvonne Argenthoz.
Although she was his only blood relative and younger sister, he was not close to Yvonne at all.
The Duchess died three years after giving birth to Yvonne.
The father did not take a stepmother, and the position of Duchess remains vacant.
Varden reached out to his younger sister several times, as little Yvonne seemed lonely, without her mother's love.
However, Varden quickly gave up.
His younger sister, who was three years younger than him, had a very sharp and sensitive personality, and grew up as a tyrant in the Duke's house without a mother, doing whatever she wanted.
Moreover, Yvonne showed great magical qualities from a very young age.
Yvonne, who showed her genius ability, looked down on her older brother because of her own superiority.
"Oh my god. You call that magic? Hehe."
Varden was impressed, remembering the young Yvonne's mocking laughter vividly.
'It makes me even angrier because it's true.'
Honestly, if they were to judge only by magical ability, Yvonne was definitely ten orders of magnitude more powerful than Varden.
The younger sister's outstanding magical skills.
Feeling a sense of crisis, Varden worked even harder.
Is God fair?
Luckily, that damn sister wasn't interested in being the successor.
More than anything, Yvonne hated taking any classes other than magic.
She just likes magic, horseback riding, sports, and physical activities.
Basically, she did not take the classes that a successor to the Duke's family, or rather a Princess of the empire, should have.
Etiquette, history, politics, diplomacy, economics, speech, etc...
It was clear that she had not heard a single subject properly.
Burning the hair of the teachers in charge and marching in a line was basic, and each teacher's bones were broken at least once.
Because of the vicious bullying, no teacher volunteered to teach Yvonne's class anymore, and even her father gave up on educating her.
But what's even more absurd is this.
Despite not even having mastered the basics, Yvonne openly aimed for the position of Crown Princess, claiming that she was in love with Crown Prince Adrian.
Varden clicked his tongue.
'You have no conscience. It was obvious that it wouldn't work.'
If their mother were alive, maybe things would have been a little different for his crazy, wild sister.
Varden shook his head as he recalled his mother faintly in his memory, then returned to reality.
'Anyway. How can someone like Yvonne sit like that for five hours?'
Yvonne was strange.
It's only been a year since he left home to go to the front lines, where demons were rampant with the Crown Prince.
Yvonne changed completely in just one year?
No, that can't be true.
A week ago, Yvonne threw a bomb at the dressing room where Princess Cordelia Mare and Crown Prince Adrian were said to have stopped by.
Fortunately, there were no casualties, but property damage was significant.
A considerable amount of money was spent trying to silence investigators who insisted that the culprit who created the magic bomb artifact should be tracked down and detained immediately.
Yvonne is increasingly being branded as a dangerous person, a disgrace to her family, and a terrorist who is ruining this empire.
He narrowed his eyes and glared at Yvonne, who was busy with her paperwork.
'It's just an illusion. The results will definitely be a mess.'
Varden felt a pang in his stomach as he watched Yvonne not get up from her seat.
Eventually, he gave up on watching until the end and decided to go do his own thing.
Anyway, Yvonne will end up ruined if she keeps running wild like this.
The Crown Princess is obviously impossible.
She never built up any real estate or vassals, nor did she secure a place for herself in society.
It was only a matter of time before she became isolated, but he felt uneasy and uncomfortable for some reason.
Yvonne's magical abilities are indeed amazing.
Varden, who was deep in thought, planned to persuade his father to send Yvonne to the western border if she went on a rampage again.
Yvonne was now an adult, past her birthday, so he was planning to send her to the borderline monster disposal unit to rot away for a few years.
'Hmm. There's already a way to stimulate it.'
Even Varden knew the best way to tease Yvonne's dirty temper.
This is what stimulates the relationship between Crown Prince Adrian and Princess Cordelia Mare.
'Cordelia Mare.'
Varden felt uneasy as he remembered Cordelia smiling shyly next to the Crown Prince, and he held his chin.
Everyone praised her as a pure and innocent beauty, but to Varden, Cordelia was too faint to be called a beauty.
Yeah, if you're talking about a beauty, wouldn't my younger sister sitting over there be a much more suitable choice?
Varden thought that as he looked back at Yvonne absentmindedly, then came to his senses and hit the back of his head.
'You crazy bastard. What are you thinking when you see that crazy dog!'
His blood ran cold, and he got goosebumps all over his body.
He shook his head and ran away to his study in terror.
'Is this my karma? I see that even after being possessed, I still have to do paperwork.'
When I arrived at the Duke's office, I gulped when I saw the mountain of papers piled on the desk.
Did I underestimate this Duke too much? Haha.
But I sat down calmly, trying my best not to show it to my aide, who was watching me.
“Well, that’s very good.”
I even tried to show off. Then the aide said sadly.
“My Lady. Even if it’s difficult... please don’t burn these documents. If you’re angry, call me immediately!”
The sobbing aide looked truly pitiful.
I felt sad that I had to become a squirrel running on a wheel of overtime work again, not a sloth, but I clenched my fists and made up my mind.
First of all, I have to look good to the real Duke so that I can somehow make a living at this luxurious Agenthoz resort.
Now that I'm neither a villain nor the ultimate mastermind, the future will change, so I have to show my guardians a good side.
'I have to be prepared to stay up all night. I'm fine.'
I bit my lips slightly and answered solemnly.
“I will. If only you would understand my sincerity in reflecting on all my past actions.”
“Ha. Yes, you brought it up well. Do you know how much it cost you to clean up that accident you caused this time? When are you going to grow up, Yvonne?”
“Yes. This was all my fault, my arrogant and impulsive actions.”
“Your impulsive emotions cost you a whopping 2 billion gold!”
'Eek.'
Here, 2 billion gold is equivalent to 2 billion Korean Won.
Yvonne, you are sooo ...
My lips pursed, and my shoulders slumped as I heard that the money I had never even touched had disappeared with the magic bomb.
"Sorry..."
“Ahem.”
Suddenly, the Duke coughed again and started to sniffle.
“Well, that amount of money isn’t much. Doesn’t it just keep damaging our family’s reputation?”
No.
It may not seem like much to you, Your Excellency, but my situation is different, having suddenly become a Princess from the lower class.
'Two billion gold is a very small amount.'
I answered gloomily.
“Yes. I am trash because I have ruined my reputation and taken away money.”
“...Are you doing this on purpose? Why are you like this? Tsk. Ralk! Make sure Yvonne gets the work related to the Martha branch every day.”
“Huh? You mean the Martha branch?!”
“Yvonne, you will come to my office every day and work. I will give you one week to do the work. You will have to finish it within a week.”
“Your Excellency!”
The aide noticed my expression and called the Duke urgently.
'A week?'
Seeing that they gave me a week to complete the task, I wonder if I really have to work overtime every day.
I sighed and glanced at the aide, wondering if the old routine was returning.
The aide, perhaps misunderstanding my gaze, turned pale and began to try to stop the operation.
“The documents related to the Martha branch are simple paperwork, but they are too much. A week? Even I have to sit down and work for more than six hours every day to finish them!”
“That’s what I’m saying. I’m trying to see if Yvonne is truly reflecting.”
The Duke glared at me furtively.
'Six hours...?'
I held onto the hem of my dress and answered calmly, barely able to calm my excited, pounding heart.
“Yes. I will do my best.”
I was so excited that the corners of my mouth twitched, but I barely managed to hold back my laughter. I got up from my seat, bowed, and left the office.
As I walked back to my room with the dedicated maid who had been waiting outside, I couldn't stop laughing.
'Ouch. Only six hours?!'
Things went much easier than I expected, so my steps were light.
I went to work at seven in the morning and worked until ten at night every day.
I said I was a night shift worker whose daily routine was to work fifteen hours a day!
“Haha. I want to eat some sweet snacks.”
The dedicated maid heard my muttering and quickly headed toward the kitchen with good sense, and I smiled happily.
It's a really comfortable and nice place.
I'll survive this place somehow. I hummed and happily went back to my room.
***
Varden narrowed his eyes as he watched Yvonne's back as she returned to her room.
'Why is she acting like that?'
Feeling something strange, Varden checked with the aide about Yvonne's situation.
The aide sighed and explained that starting tomorrow, the Princess would be in charge of the boring and extensive paperwork.
A stunned Varden muttered.
“If it were Yvonne, she would probably burn the documents as soon as she saw them tomorrow.”
“...I agree.”
The aide, his face ashen, hurried back, saying he would come up with a plan.
Varden decided that he would have to watch Yvonne himself tomorrow.
The way she spoke in an unusually polite manner earlier and the way she behaved so quietly were also strange.
Either Yvonne's condition is really bad, or she's just using smoke to cause a bigger accident.
And the next morning.
Varden's eyes widened as he secretly watched Yvonne arrive at the Duke's office.
'Oh my god.'
The way she turned the pages and the speed with which she moved the pen were terrifying.
Varden, who had been blankly watching Yvonne as if he were watching a performance, looked at his watch, and a chill ran down his spine.
Yvonne sat in her chair for five hours, motionless, concentrating on her paperwork.
Varden cleared his dizzy head and slowly thought back to Yvonne.
Yvonne Argenthoz.
Although she was his only blood relative and younger sister, he was not close to Yvonne at all.
The Duchess died three years after giving birth to Yvonne.
The father did not take a stepmother, and the position of Duchess remains vacant.
Varden reached out to his younger sister several times, as little Yvonne seemed lonely, without her mother's love.
However, Varden quickly gave up.
His younger sister, who was three years younger than him, had a very sharp and sensitive personality, and grew up as a tyrant in the Duke's house without a mother, doing whatever she wanted.
Moreover, Yvonne showed great magical qualities from a very young age.
Yvonne, who showed her genius ability, looked down on her older brother because of her own superiority.
"Oh my god. You call that magic? Hehe."
Varden was impressed, remembering the young Yvonne's mocking laughter vividly.
'It makes me even angrier because it's true.'
Honestly, if they were to judge only by magical ability, Yvonne was definitely ten orders of magnitude more powerful than Varden.
The younger sister's outstanding magical skills.
Feeling a sense of crisis, Varden worked even harder.
Is God fair?
Luckily, that damn sister wasn't interested in being the successor.
More than anything, Yvonne hated taking any classes other than magic.
She just likes magic, horseback riding, sports, and physical activities.
Basically, she did not take the classes that a successor to the Duke's family, or rather a Princess of the empire, should have.
Etiquette, history, politics, diplomacy, economics, speech, etc...
It was clear that she had not heard a single subject properly.
Burning the hair of the teachers in charge and marching in a line was basic, and each teacher's bones were broken at least once.
Because of the vicious bullying, no teacher volunteered to teach Yvonne's class anymore, and even her father gave up on educating her.
But what's even more absurd is this.
Despite not even having mastered the basics, Yvonne openly aimed for the position of Crown Princess, claiming that she was in love with Crown Prince Adrian.
Varden clicked his tongue.
'You have no conscience. It was obvious that it wouldn't work.'
If their mother were alive, maybe things would have been a little different for his crazy, wild sister.
Varden shook his head as he recalled his mother faintly in his memory, then returned to reality.
'Anyway. How can someone like Yvonne sit like that for five hours?'
Yvonne was strange.
It's only been a year since he left home to go to the front lines, where demons were rampant with the Crown Prince.
Yvonne changed completely in just one year?
No, that can't be true.
A week ago, Yvonne threw a bomb at the dressing room where Princess Cordelia Mare and Crown Prince Adrian were said to have stopped by.
Fortunately, there were no casualties, but property damage was significant.
A considerable amount of money was spent trying to silence investigators who insisted that the culprit who created the magic bomb artifact should be tracked down and detained immediately.
Yvonne is increasingly being branded as a dangerous person, a disgrace to her family, and a terrorist who is ruining this empire.
He narrowed his eyes and glared at Yvonne, who was busy with her paperwork.
'It's just an illusion. The results will definitely be a mess.'
Varden felt a pang in his stomach as he watched Yvonne not get up from her seat.
Eventually, he gave up on watching until the end and decided to go do his own thing.
Anyway, Yvonne will end up ruined if she keeps running wild like this.
The Crown Princess is obviously impossible.
She never built up any real estate or vassals, nor did she secure a place for herself in society.
It was only a matter of time before she became isolated, but he felt uneasy and uncomfortable for some reason.
Yvonne's magical abilities are indeed amazing.
Varden, who was deep in thought, planned to persuade his father to send Yvonne to the western border if she went on a rampage again.
Yvonne was now an adult, past her birthday, so he was planning to send her to the borderline monster disposal unit to rot away for a few years.
'Hmm. There's already a way to stimulate it.'
Even Varden knew the best way to tease Yvonne's dirty temper.
This is what stimulates the relationship between Crown Prince Adrian and Princess Cordelia Mare.
'Cordelia Mare.'
Varden felt uneasy as he remembered Cordelia smiling shyly next to the Crown Prince, and he held his chin.
Everyone praised her as a pure and innocent beauty, but to Varden, Cordelia was too faint to be called a beauty.
Yeah, if you're talking about a beauty, wouldn't my younger sister sitting over there be a much more suitable choice?
Varden thought that as he looked back at Yvonne absentmindedly, then came to his senses and hit the back of his head.
'You crazy bastard. What are you thinking when you see that crazy dog!'
His blood ran cold, and he got goosebumps all over his body.
He shook his head and ran away to his study in terror.
***
'Is this my karma? I see that even after being possessed, I still have to do paperwork.'
When I arrived at the Duke's office, I gulped when I saw the mountain of papers piled on the desk.
Did I underestimate this Duke too much? Haha.
But I sat down calmly, trying my best not to show it to my aide, who was watching me.
“Well, that’s very good.”
I even tried to show off. Then the aide said sadly.
“My Lady. Even if it’s difficult... please don’t burn these documents. If you’re angry, call me immediately!”
The sobbing aide looked truly pitiful.
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