"If I help you, you have to help me too."
"Of course! Whether it goes well or not, I am the young lady's maid."
"Yes."
Roselyn glanced at her name tag and nodded.
“Jenna.”
"...Oh my, you knew my name."
She said with an emotional expression.
'No, I just looked at the name tag.'
Did she forget to wear a name tag prominently on her chest?
Roselyn nodded indifferently, without bothering to deny it.
This is because it is better to keep score.
"Okay, then let's go with this."
Roselyn chose the rougher of the two papers.
Right now, it seems to be begging here and there because the business hasn't even started yet, but it was a cosmetic product that would eventually sweep across the empire.
However, she heard that the person selling this had shaggy hair and was a complete scientist. He struggled in the early stages of his business because he was an eccentric who knew how to do nothing but invent.
"This one?"
The maid looked puzzled.
"Yes."
The maid tilted her head slightly at Roselyn's words.
I guess who would invest based on a piece of paper like this?
Roselyn clicked her tongue inwardly.
Even the reason this scientist tried to sell cosmetic lotion was that he lacked research funds.
The business, which started with a small investment, took several years to get on track, but eventually, it became a huge hit.
This is because the toner was effective in removing blemishes from the skin and replenishing moisture to a dry face.
'Come to think of it, there must still be quite a few investment opportunities around this time of year.'
Roselyn gauged how much time she could be there.
'It would be helpful to invest in advance.'
Roselyn smiled brightly.
At Roselyn's smile, the maid opened her eyes wide and looked surprised.
"Make your own investment decisions."
The maid opened the door that Roselyn was pointing to.
"I'll come pick you up later, Miss."
"Yes."
As Roselyn entered the meeting room, the maid, who had smiled calmly, hurriedly turned around, clutching a scrap of paper.
'Awesome information!'
The maid, who was about to run down the hallway, barely remembered the mansion's rules and walked away at a speed as fast as she was running.
***
"...Roselyn?"
"Good morning, Father."
No, is it afternoon?
Roselyn saw Cherty Bellion sitting at the head of the meeting room and gave a light greeting.
'It’s just a guess, but there’s a high probability that I’ll return to my original world by the time my owner regains consciousness.'
Garen Wilbreed once explained that for a soul to settle into its parallel-world body, that body must be empty.
Roselyn did not die and became an adult.
That means Roselyn of this world will also grow up safely.
As long as the current Roselyn exists and is alive, the past that 'she is alive' will not change.
Probably so.
Roselyn trudged along, receiving indifferent stares from the people in the conference room, and stood in front of Cherty Bellion with her arms open.
"There is no room, Father. Could you lend me your lap?"
"What? When did I ever tell you to come to a place like this so casually..."
"The daughter came to see her dad. Don't you know what spoiled childishness is?"
At Roselyn's words, Cherty looked down at her with a look that seemed to say, "What kind of kid is this?"
"My arm is going to fall off."
With a sour expression, Cherty awkwardly picked up Roselyn and sat her on his lap.
"Why on earth did you come here?"
“Just like that.”
Actually, she couldn't say that the daughter from the future had come today to stop her father from going on a rampage.
"...Go back."
“I don’t like it.”
"... Roselyn!"
Roselyn yawned.
Cherty paused at his daughter's act of blatantly ignoring him.
"Instead, stay quiet. Tell me if you feel sick."
"Yes."
Roselyn nodded.
Pitying glances were fixed on Roselyn. Cherty's expression was not very good.
"Since things have turned out this way, let's wrap up this matter quickly."
"As I mentioned, this is about business investment. I believe we should invest in this construction project."
"Hey, I hear that construction project has a lot of problems! If we're talking about business, wouldn't it naturally be this accommodation business over here?"
"No, since the number of travelers is gradually increasing, if you are going to run an accommodation business, you should also do this grocery business..."
They say shit.
Roselyn scanned the numerous documents regarding investment projects placed on the table.
These are businesses that are not in the future Roselyn's memory.
In other words, there was a high probability that it would have completely collapsed before she even knew it. Cherty clicked his tongue softly at the continuing exchange.
Even though a gloomy aura emanated from him, the gazes of the money-crazed collateral relatives showed no signs of subsiding.
'Well, I suppose Grandfather isn't around, the eldest went to a conflict zone, and the complete scoundrel second wouldn't be interested in this...'
She understood that the easiest target right now was her father, who hadn't been an adult for very long.
'Is Father twenty-four now? Or twenty-five?'
Roselyn snatched the documents from her father's hand as if to verify them, even if only for the sake of formality, and beautifully folded them into a paper airplane and flew it.
"Hah! Miss, do you even know what that is!"
"Uh..."
Roselyn rested her chin on her hand and smiled brightly with a radiant look.
"Trash?"
The innocent gaze characteristic of a young child scanned the people surrounding the conference room table once, bearing a strangely dry light.
"Roselyn...!"
Roselyn glanced at Cherty Bellion and nodded.
"Yes."
"I told you to stay still."
"Sigh. They are the kind of people who would just haphazardly get Father to sign the papers while Grandfather is away to line their own pockets, but Father is getting angry at me because of people like that. It’s upsetting."
Cherty let out a deep sigh as he looked down at his daughter, who had become incredibly eloquent since he last saw her.
"Hmph! Why don't you understand that this is not a place for a kid who hasn't even dried her ears yet to butt in, young lady?"
Roselyn glanced at the man sitting next to her and narrowed her eyes.
"Is being old something to be proud of?"
Roselyn snorted with a coy expression and grabbed the head of the household's seal on one side.
With her left hand, she swung through the mountain of investment request documents, picked one out, and stamped it with a loud bang.
Cherty was shocked.
“Roselyn!”
"Please use this one."
Thud!
She took another picture.
"...What on earth have you been doing for a while? Look at your face; it's all red. You're running around as you please, and now I'm getting worked up again. I...!”
“This too.”
"I told you that coming outside is a nuisance..."
Boom, boom!
"This and this too."
Roselyn carefully picked out only the profitable businesses from among the documents and handed them to Cherty one by one.
"Why on earth are you acting like this? If you're angry, just say so. How much more do you have to make your father suffer?"
"I'm not angry."
Roselyn shrugged her shoulders with a look that seemed to say, "What kind of strange things are you saying?"
"Dad, they say it's good to boost your self-esteem, otherwise you'll live steeped in paranoia."
What you are doing is paranoia.
Chertt was speechless at the words that could be summarized in a single word.
"..."
"Anyway, you were just going to pick one to do anyway, right? Then can't we do this one?"
Cherty looked at the businesses Roselyn had chosen.
They were all businesses he couldn't figure out what they were all about. But that didn't mean he could recognize the businesses the others brought.
"Good heavens, what kind of business is this! Business is, you see, Miss...!"
"Okay, I'll go with this."
Seeing that Roselyn's cheeks were flushed, Cherty Bellion gathered the documents the child had given him and handed them to the butler standing beside him.
"Let's proceed like this, Dean."
"Yes, I understand, Young Master."
The butler accepted the documents without a word and glanced at Roselyn.
Dean, the butler, was also well aware that rumors of a 'miraculous princess' had recently been spreading quietly within the Duke's mansion.
And also the fact that the Young Duke was planning to do something suitable and pass it on to the Duke anyway.
In fact, everything Roselyn said in passing turned out to be true.
The rare foreign goods that the merchant who visited the mansion sold to the Duke's residence along with the servants were all a scam.
He meant that the jewels and everything else were all fake.
If the butler, Dean, hadn't happened to overhear what Roselyn told him, the aftermath would have been difficult to handle.
He personally stepped in to catch the peddler and was able to recover the full amount of the damage before the money was lost at the gambling den.
After that, just as the young lady had said, unprecedentedly large hailstones fell on the empire.
When he heard that the young lady had asserted that the master of the Duke's mansion would not be able to attend the regular family meeting on time, he had a hunch.
But he really couldn't come. His master, who never misses a meeting.
He didn't know if the reason was that the valley water had gathered, but it was clear that heavy rain was currently falling in the area he was scheduled to pass through.
Given the circumstances, Dean believed that Roselyn had her own reasons this time as well.
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