TVBDP 04

Chapter 04

‘However… seeing how horrified the aide was, is the volume immense?’

The plight of becoming a squirrel running on the treadmill of overtime work again instead of a sloth was sorrowful, but I clenched my fists, strengthening my resolve.

First of all, I need to look good to the Duke, the actual power holder, to live somehow in this abundant Argenthose Resort.

Since I am no longer a villainess nor the final mastermind, my future is changing, so I must look good to my guardian.

‘I should be prepared for all-nighters too. I am fine.’

I bit my lip slightly and answered resolutely.

“I will do it. Only if you recognize my sincerity in reflecting on all my actions until now.”

“Ha. Right, you spoke well. Do you know how much it cost to clean up the accident you caused this time! Yvonne, just when are you planning to mature!”

“Yes. All of this was my negligence, and it was arrogant and impulsive behavior.”

“The price for your impulsive emotions cost a whopping 2 billion gold!”

‘Hiiiek.’

2 billion gold here is equivalent to 2 billion won in Korean currency.

Yvonne, yooouuuuu!

Hearing that money I hadn’t even touched disappeared along with the magic bomb, I felt it was such a waste that my lips pouted automatically and my shoulders slumped.

“I apologize….”

“Hmph hmph.”

Suddenly, the Duke cleared his throat again and put on airs.

“Well, that amount of money is not much. But isn’t our family’s reputation constantly being tarnished?”

No.

Although it might be insignificant money to you, Duke, my position as someone who suddenly became a Princess from a petit bourgeois is different.

‘2 billion gold is very significant.’

I answered gloomily.

“Yes. I, who cut down both reputation and money, am indeed trash.”

“…Are you doing this on purpose? Why are you like this? Tsk. Lark! Distribute the work related to the Marta Branch to Yvonne every day.”

“Pardon? Do you mean the Marta Branch?!”

“Yvonne, you come to the seat attached to my office every day and work. I will give you a deadline of one week. Finish it within a week.”

“Duke!”

The aide glanced at me and urgently called the Duke.

‘One week.’

Seeing that he gave a deadline of as much as a week, I wondered if I really had to work overtime every day.

Sighing at the thought that my old daily life was returning again, I glanced at the aide.

Perhaps misunderstanding my gaze, the aide turned pale and started to stop the Duke.

“Although the documents related to the Marta Branch are simple paperwork, the volume is too much. One week. Even I would have to sit and work for more than six hours straight every day to finish it!”

“That is why I am saying it. I intend to check if Yvonne is reflecting sincerely.”

The Duke glared at me slyly.

‘Six hours…?’

Barely calming my heart, which was pounding with excitement, I held my dress skirt tightly and answered calmly.

“Yes. I will do my best.”

My mouth twitched with excitement, but barely suppressing my laughter, I stood up from my seat, bowed, and left the office.

Returning to my room with my dedicated maid who was waiting outside, laughter kept leaking out.

‘Oh yeah. It’s only six hours?!’

Because things worked out so much more easily than I thought, my steps were light.

I used to go to work by 7 AM every morning and work until 10 PM.

I was an overtime tribe member whose daily life was working fifteen hours!

“Huhu. I want to eat even a sweet snack.”

Hearing my muttering, my dedicated maid sensibly headed quickly toward the kitchen, and I smiled contentedly.

It’s a really comfortable and good place.

I will survive here somehow. I hummed and returned to my room joyfully.

Varden, who was watching Yvonne’s back as she returned to her room, narrowed his eyes.

‘Why is she smirking like that?’

Feeling strange, Varden checked Yvonne’s situation with the aide.

The aide sighed and explained that the Princess had been assigned boring and vast paperwork starting tomorrow.

Dumbfounded, Varden muttered.

“If it were Yvonne, I think she would burn them as soon as she saw the documents tomorrow.”

“…I agree.”

The aide, whose face turned pale, hurried back saying he would devise a countermeasure.

Varden decided he would have to monitor Yvonne himself tomorrow.

Her obedient tone earlier, which didn’t suit her, and her staying quietly were also strange.

Either Yvonne’s condition was really bad, or she was putting up a smokescreen to cause a bigger accident.

And the next day, morning.

The eyes of Varden, who was secretly monitoring Yvonne who came to work at the Duke’s office, widened.

‘Oh my god.’

The movement of her hands turning the documents and the speed of moving the pen nib were terrifying.

Varden, who watched Yvonne blankly as if watching a performance, looked at the clock and felt a chill down his spine.

Because Yvonne had been sitting in the chair for five hours without moving, concentrating and processing the documents.

Organizing his dizzy head, Varden slowly retraced his thoughts about Yvonne again.

Yvonne Argenthose.

Although she was his one and only blood relative and younger sister, he was not close with Yvonne at all.

His mother, the Duchess, died three years after giving birth to Yvonne.

His father did not take a stepmother, and the Duchess’s seat is still empty.

Because young Yvonne, left alone without receiving a mother’s love, looked lonely, Varden had reached out to his younger sister a few times.

However, Varden gave up quickly.

His younger sister, three years younger than him, had a personality that was too sharp and sensitive, and she grew up as a tyrant acting as she pleased in the Duke’s residence without a mother.

Moreover, Yvonne showed the qualities of an outstanding mage from a very young age.

Yvonne, who showed genius ability, completely ignored him, her older brother, savoring her own excellence.

– Oh my, goodness. You call that magic? Pfft.

Varden, in whose memory young Yvonne’s ridicule remained vivid, frowned.

‘It pisses me off more because it’s true.’

Honestly, if judging only by magic ability, it was certain that Yvonne was several levels above Varden.

His young sister’s outstanding magic skills.

Feeling a sense of crisis, Varden worked even more frantically.

Is God fair?

Fortunately, that damn younger sister had no interest in the successor position.

Above all, Yvonne terribly hated receiving any lessons other than magic.

She only liked magic, or horseback riding, exercise, and physical activities.

She did not take the lessons that the successor of a Ducal family basically must have, no, that a Princess of the Empire must have.

Etiquette, history, politics, diplomacy, economy, speech, etc…

It was certain that there wasn’t a single subject she took properly among them.

Burning the hair of the teachers in charge and running away was basic; she broke the teachers’ bones at least once each.

Due to the vicious bullying, there were no more teachers volunteering for Yvonne’s classes, and even Father gave up on Yvonne’s education and threw up his hands.

But what was even more absurd was.

Even though Yvonne hadn’t learned even the basic literacy and refinement, she openly aimed for the position of Crown Princess, saying she loved Crown Prince Adrian.

Varden clicked his tongue.

‘She has no conscience either. Obviously, it’s clear it won’t work.’

If Mother were alive, would that crazy wild horse-like younger sister have been a little different?

Varden recalled his mother who remained faintly in his memories, then shook his head and returned to reality again.

‘Anyway. To think that Yvonne has been sitting for five hours?’

Yvonne was strange.

It had been only one year that he vacated the house to go to the front lines where monsters ran rampant with the Crown Prince.

Yvonne changed completely in just that one year?

No, that can’t be.

One week ago, Yvonne threw a bomb toward the dress shop where Princess Cordelia Mare and Crown Prince Adrian had stopped by.

Fortunately, there were no human casualties, but the property damage was substantial.

It cost quite a lot of funds to silence the investigators who insisted on immediately finding and detaining the culprit who made the magic bomb artifact.

Yvonne, who was becoming marked as a dangerous figure beyond a terrorist making a mess of this Empire and the family’s disgrace.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at Yvonne, who was absorbed in paperwork.

‘It’s nothing but a deception. Surely the results will be a mess too.’

Varden felt restless watching Yvonne who did not get up from her seat.

Eventually giving up on monitoring until the end, he decided to go do his own work.

Anyway, Yvonne would ruin herself on her own while running wild like this.

Becoming the Crown Princess is naturally impossible.

She hadn’t created proper assets or vassals of her own, nor had she solidified her position in high society.

It was a matter of time before she became isolated, but somehow he felt anxious and uncomfortable.

Because it is true that Yvonne’s magic ability is great.

Lost in deep thought, Varden intended to persuade Father to send her to the western border somehow if Yvonne went crazy and ran wild again next time.

Since Yvonne’s birthday had passed and she was now an adult, he planned to send her to the border’s monster disposal unit to let her rot for a few years.

‘Hm. There is already a way to provoke her too.’

Varden also knew the best way to touch Yvonne’s dirty temper.

Exactly provoking her with the relationship between Crown Prince Adrian and Princess Cordelia Mare.

‘Cordelia Mare.’

Recalling Cordelia who was smiling shyly next to the Crown Prince, Varden felt somewhat uncomfortable and covered his chin.

Everyone praises her as an innocent and pitiful beauty, but for Varden, Cordelia’s presence was too faint to call her a beauty.

Right, if speaking of a beauty, isn’t his younger sister sitting over there much more fitting?

Unknowingly looking back at Yvonne and thinking that, Varden snapped to his senses and hit the back of his own head.

‘Crazy bastard. What are you thinking looking at a mad dog!’

Feeling his blood turn cold, goosebumps broke out all over his body.

Shaking his head vigorously, he ran away to his study in horror.

‘Is this my karma? Seeing that I continue to do paperwork even after possessing a body.’