"Let's find out more about what happened."
"Yes, Your Highness."
When the commanded aide left, Cordelia, who was supposed to have lunch with him today, came in and greeted him with a big smile.
"Your Highness."
"Ah, Cordelia."
Cordelia, noticing Adrian's discomfort as she looked at the hardened face, asked cautiously
"Your Highness. What are your worries?"
"No."
"Is that so? If so, that's a good thing."
He said no, but he naturally looked at Cordelia with his arms crossed, and his heart swelled.
Cordelia chattered about something, but Adrian couldn't concentrate on the conversation.
'Oh, yes.'
He thought he should call Barden, the Argenthoz Minor Duke and mage who had fought alongside him on the battlefield, and ask him about it.
'...'
Cordelia's eyes sank coldly, noticing that Adrian was distracted.
***
I smirked.
I've been so happy lately. Isn't this happiness?
The joy of learning. Is this how a student feels?
After learning the alphabet late, I could understand a little bit of the feelings of my 90-year-old grandmother, who was happy to write every day.
'I love studying.'
The teachers the Duke gave me were very good.
I realized that I was so thirsty for learning when I took the class.
The reason for this.
I think it was probably because I got a job right away.
Until high school, I maintained my top grades, but after I took the SAT, I was in a big conflict.
I was shocked because I was not feeling well on the day of the exam, and the results were so bad.
Eventually, it became difficult for me to get into the university I wanted.
But I didn't want to go anywhere else.
So I left behind the ridicule of my competitors and the kids who ignored me and chose the path of getting a job.
I would earn money for just one year, stabilize my life, and then retake the exam and go to the university of my choice.
However, there is a time for learning, and I didn't have the opportunity to study well, and it was difficult to concentrate.
It was hard just to endure the harassment and hardship of the shooter on the night shift every day.
Five years passed like that, and it was very difficult to make up my mind to retake the exam.
I happened to tell him this story at a drinking party.
What did he say?
If you really want to study, you can divide your time between work and study, but he criticized me for not having the will.
Damn it.
I found a house in the suburbs, so I commute for a total of three hours.
And even working overtime. There was not enough time to sleep, let alone rest.
Yes, maybe I'm weak-willed. You might say it's an excuse in the eyes of others.
But... Like a famous celebrity. If you are sick, you are not a young person, but if you are sick, you are a patient.
"However, my youth, which was getting sick like that, begins again here in the life of a wicked sister!"
How happy I am to be able to study again.
My purpose and priority in life is to satisfy this desire for learning and quietly lead a happy and comfortable life.
'Don't fight back. Romance later.'
I listened intently to the history teacher's class today, and he burst into tears at the end of the class
"The princess... You are so cranky... Oh, no, I don't mean that."
"Hmm."
"When you called me again, I really didn't want to come... I don't regret it at all."
I took out a handkerchief and glanced at the burn marks left on the tip of the teacher's ears as I took a picture of his eyes, and I felt guilty.
Traces of Yvonne's fire magic.
"It was a good class. Thank you for your hard work."
So I quickly sent him away.
When today's class schedule was over, I stretched lightly
"Princess. Aren't you pushing yourself too hard?"
Even today, I smile at Carol, who was trembling but nagging me all the time.
"It's okay."
Compared to high school, when I was fulfilling the basic education schedule in the 10th period, I was so relaxed that I yawned.
Moreover, I really enjoyed studying so much.
Originally, I wasn't a bad brain, but Yvonne's brain was really good.
It's like a huge piece of hardware with software that is full of passion, like me.
I could concentrate on my studies every day with luxurious food and a relaxed life.
I want to learn this way for the rest of my life and live forever in Argenthoz Mansion.
Wouldn't that lead to a way to reuse magic somehow?
Or... It wouldn't hurt to quietly quit being a wizard and find another job.
Thinking about it, I decided to go to the mansion's library yesterday and read the magic book I had secretly brought with me.
Hmm.
[ Basic Theory of Magic ]
I open the hardcover of a thick magic book and start reading.
'What, what?'
I was confused and shocked.
I quickly flipped from the first page to the last page, but the situation was the same.
'Oh my God. I... Can't you be a wizard? Is it because I'm not Yvonne?'
Kwack-qua-quack.
As I lay half-naked in my armchair, helpless, I heard someone knocking violently on my door.
I spoke slowly.
"Who is it?
"It's me, Yvonne Argenthoz."
Barden Argenthoz.
Yes, I knew you were coming.
Still, Barden, who didn't just enter his sister's room and wait for me with a knock, was more common sense than I thought.
And seeing that he correctly called me Yvonne Argenthoz, instead of "Mad Dog," it was clear that he came because of 'that job.'
"Please come in."
I smiled and slowly stood up, looking at Barden as he entered the room.
I haven't seen him in a long time, and he stood in front of me with a suspicious expression on his face and folded his arms.
I instinctively cringed because I felt like I was dealing with a shooter, but I decided not to be afraid anymore and straightened my shoulders.
'Yes, the miserable and stupid life of being beaten by the shooter is over.'
I had to say what I wanted to say and get him on my side.
Yes. Barden and the shooter are different.
The bad shooter was a man, and a man who didn't have any blood mixed with him, but he was Yvonne's flesh and blood.
Let's believe it.
There was silence between us for a long time as we searched for each other.
Finally, Barden, narrow-eyed, spoke up after a while.
"What the hell are you up to?"
'What do you mean, brother?"
I smiled kindly and replied softly, and Barden freaked out.
He bit his lip as if to suppress his emotions and finally continued.
"Yes, the change in tone is creepy, but I'll ask you about the Important things first."
"Yes."
"A new way of organizing sales. You told Father that I helped you. What the hell is your sword scheme? Tell me properly."
"Haha. After all, that's why I'm here."
I grinned inwardly.
The sales organization method that I organized by creating a 'table' caused quite a stir at the top of the Hoz.
It was a very innovative method in this world, so they said they were going to apply it to the entire top of the Hoz.
The Duke's aide praised me excessively, saying that the workers who were thrilled by the drastic reduction in workload were shedding tears.
I almost said this to an aide who praised me for what a great innovation in the report I had for my achievements.
"No, all of this is thanks to the good work of the gunner."
Even though his life had changed, I was still tired of the X cub who remained like a habit.
But then I had a good idea.
I decided to give this credit to Barden, who is like my archer in this world.
My instincts were telling me that this was how to survive.
If I suddenly show my abilities and bounce now, would Barden, who has been calling me a "mad dog," like it?
Instead, he will be wary of me, and then I will only raise enemies inside. It's different from my purpose of living a quiet and comfortable life.
'Of course, I give credit to Barden, but I won't be as stupid as I used to be.'
If I had lived as an idiot who was robbed of my work performance by the shooter and kept my mouth shut, now I will take my share by threatening this new shooter moderately.
So I worked on the water with the aide and the Duke, and finally today.
Barden, who had gone on a business trip to investigate a report on a battle with monsters in the West, returned to the Argenthoz Townhouse after a few days.
When Barden returned, he must have been praised by the Duke for developing a filing method.
I felt that Barden's expression was very cute, as he rushed over in a panic and looked at me anxiously, but he didn't show it.
Instead, I casually threw a move.
"Do you think I'm black inside and have a plan? If you didn't like it that much, of course, I would have told my father right away that you didn't do it."
Barden wrinkled his face roughly and nervously brushed his hair.
When his handsome forehead was suddenly revealed, I realized that he was handsome.
If he changes his temper. He's someone I want to see often... It's a shame.
Just as I was re-tasting his appearance, Barden bared his teeth and took a step closer.
"Hey, what's wrong with you? Hell, I thought that just because you started taking compulsory classes, including liberal arts, you were aiming for a succession in earnest. But what kind of work is this?"
"What? Succession?"
"Yes. The small Duke can change at any time."
I was stunned by Barden's wariness of me, with an absurd misunderstanding.
No, the Duke misunderstands that I'm staying at home because I'm sad that I've been kicked by the Crown Prince.
The Barden thinks I'm aiming for a successor, right?
I don't want to do that!
After all, Yvonne's evil deeds have been so diverse. It wouldn't be strange if she suddenly aimed to succeed the Duke.
I'm the one who wanted to be possessed as an evil woman, so let's deal with all of this as my karma.
I glared at him with all my might.
Surprised by Yvonne's intense gaze for the first time in a long time, Barden shook his head and walked backwards.
'Cute.'
Barden, who was biting at the suppression of his sister's eyes, felt a little cute again, but I kept my momentum and said firmly
"Listen. I'm not interested in titles at all."
"...Then what? Why do you study all of a sudden? Your actions and words don't make sense at all."
'Why are you studying all of a sudden? First of all, I like studying, and I can't use magic right now... I don't know too much!'
However, I couldn't tell the truth that was crying out in my heart, so I began to come up with other excuses.
"Listen. I want to help my brother protect our family."
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