“Is it here?”
It was very large, a ten-floors building. Proof that this was a fantasy world. Although magic engineering was developed, the construction technology for building tall buildings was not outstanding. It was not that the magic engineering here was inherently inferior to science and technology, but because there was no need to raise buildings higher than necessary in this world with a wide land.
‘The 10th floor is really high, right?’
It’s difficult to make a simple comparison, but it seemed like it could be compared to a building with about 70 floors in modern times. It was the largest building in the area.
Viola’s heart pounded.
‘The building owner!’
It was said that there is a fresh watering column on top of the building.
‘But you’re the owner of a building at the age of 12?’
In a sense, she was a really fraudulent character. She knew it because she read the original, but it felt more desperate when she experienced it.
She wanted to be friendly so she promised again.
“I like you, really, really.”
They entered the upper Terra building. There, various people were busy moving in the building.
“Who did you appoint as the president of the pants?”
“You know what I mean?”
She’s from the slums, so she thought she didn’t know anything. The more she looked, the more amazed she was. She kept thinking that her father didn’t bring her to Bellato for nothing.
“There was a famous merchant nearby.”
It wasn’t ‘there’, it was ‘there was’.
“Where is now?”
“He is dead.”
Viola felt her liver grow cold. This content was not described in detail in the original work.
She asked, clearing her mind just in case.
“Did you kill him?”
“No way.”
Then she did. Such was the nature of Bellato. They were cruel to their enemies, but they did not blindly kill civilians.
“He was dead.”
Hera spoke quietly.
“So I buried him.”
“Then how… .”
Viola, who had spoken up to that point, seemed to understand.
‘Seiban Marcos!’
Yes. The owner of the top of Terra. The current owner was Seiban Marcos. He is able to recreate an exact replica of a person by peeling the skin off his face from his corpse. It seemed that Seyvan Marcos was taking over the role of the boss by peeling the skin off his face.
‘Aaaaa!’
She was distracted for a moment. But yes, this world was like this. She couldn’t be careless.
Viola took her heart.
“Then where is Seiban Marcos?”
“Seiban Marcos?”
Hera turned her head to look at Viola. Then she kicked again and laughed. She didn’t deny the fact.
“Did you find out that far?”
Hera held out her hand. Viola took her hand without knowing why. Hera took her hand and placed it on her left breast.
“Can you feel it?”
“A heartbeat?”
“Huh. You would know.”
What should she know? She was making an incomprehensible noise.
“My heart beats much faster than usual.”
Ah. Was it something like that?
“It’s nice to meet you, Viola.”
This was Viola’s intention, but she was also a little embarrassed. Still, Hera was a child who falls within the category of a relatively normal person for a Bellato. She felt like she stole this child’s heart using the knowledge of the original story, so she felt uncomfortable.
‘What else is there to be embarrassed about?’
She got her heart all over again.
‘I just need to be really close.’
Wasn’t a rich friend a good friend? Among them, the building owner, no, the building owner’s friend was better.
‘Wouldn’t it be nice if the owner of the building could grow bigger?’
Hera kicked several times! She laughed! She seemed to be able to become close friends with Hera. Then she thought that it would be better for her to help Hera using her knowledge of the original story.
‘I’m sure Hera will take care of it after time passes anyway.’
Wouldn’t it be better if the timing was a little earlier? Then they could get to know each other better, and she would be by her side!
Viola and Hera wandered around the building, then got into the carriage.
“Sister.”
“Huh?”
“Do you have a lot of money?”
Hera smiled.
“Why? Take money? Did you become greedy after seeing my goods?”
“What are you going to do with that little money?”
Not much later Hera would become a colossus in terms of money. She may be rich even now, but she was a person who would be even richer in the future.
“Is that a small amount? I’m pretty rich though.”
“You are not rich.”
Viola flatly denied it because it was true. Compared to the future Hera, she was almost a beggar now.
Full of conviction, Viola met her eyes. And Hera also realized that confidence.
‘You’re not kidding, are you?’
Hera was a little taken aback. She must have looked at the scale of the building, but what a pittance.
‘She said she grew up in the slums?’
For that matter, the distribution seemed as big as a whale. Han Arin, who seemed like she would get a friend in the future, continued excitedly.
“All I’m talking about is cash. Real assets and cash assets are different. Aren’t you always short of cash?”
…
“Suddenly, what kind of cash?”
“I want to join my sister’s business.”
Her sister was good and she was good too. Wasn’t it good for both of them?
“How much do you have?”
“Doesn’t mind.”
“But how do you get involved?”
“Sister. How much do you need?”
Just gave her money and Hera would be called on her own. She was Hera. She never lied or cheated when it came to money.
“If I need you for how much, will you save me?”
“Huh.”
“Why?”
“I want to invest in my sister.”
Hera kicked and laughed again. Was she investing in her sister? What the hell did this kid believe in?
“What if I eat it?”
“Then my eyes are wrong.”
But her sister would not do such a thing as to ‘eat’ that money. She was a big sister who never played with money. Hera kicked and laughed once more. Where did that confidence come from?
“100 million dahlias.” said Hera.
It wasn’t that she really needed 100 million dahlias. In fact, to Hera, 100 million dahlias were not enough money to control her business. When Hera thought of this 100 million dahlias, it was a realistic and symbolic number that Viola could make.
“100 million dahlias?”
“Okay. Too much?”
“No. It’s less than I thought.”
“Wouldn’t that be too hard?”
“I will save you.”
Hera mumbled and touched her chin.
“What are you up to?”
“I’ll know when I see it.”
A few days later she would be in trouble at the Financial Butler Department, which was in charge of Bellato finances.
* * *
Zenon took out a white towel and wiped her forehead.
“Are you going to visit the Duke yourself?”
“Huh.”
“Why?”
Zenon wiped her forehead once more. When Duchess Isabella clutched her neck, the sweat that didn’t come out was real.
“As you know, the Duke is very, very busy, and he values time more than gold.”
“So?”
Viola sat with her legs crossed. Although her legs were short and did not touch the ground, her aura was not inferior to that of Duchess Isabella.
“That’s why they really hate visiting without permission without making an appointment in advance.”
“So I told the butler to make an appointment.”
“Then why make an appointment… You mean you want to borrow money?”
Zenon cleared his throat once. He checked just in case, but Viola nodded her head.
“I think my neck will run away, can you reconsider just once?”
But Viola was adamant. Zenon let out a sigh as if he had lost the whole world, and then closed the door and left.
Zenon’s expression, which had been full of sternness, changed in an instant. The tearful appearance in front of Viola was gone.
‘I’m sure he’ll be in the study at this time, right?’
She immediately went to the Duke’s study.
Knock, knock.
She knocked and entered. Just as expected, the Duke, who lived like a machine every day, was doing business in the study.
“Duke. Princess Viola wants me to tell the Duke that she really wants to meet you.”
Heron, writing something with a quill, looked at Zenon.
“The reason is?”
“That is…”
He laughed shyly.
“I want some pocket money.”
The quill that kept moving while staring at Zenon stood tall! Stopped.
Zenon said with an embarrassed smile.
“Should I say no?”
“If that was what you meant, you would have stopped it in the first place.”
Zenon took a stand at attention.
“Sorry.”
“No.”
Heron was on the side of trusting Zenon.
“Call her”
“All right.”
Zenon went outside. Carlton, who was standing behind Heron, asked.
“You are not angry.”
“Isn’t it fun?”
“Aren’t you the kind of person who values your time above all else?”
“So I’d like you to keep your mouth shut.”
“Sorry.”
Carlton shut his mouth. And Heron started signing the papers on the desk.
Carlton had difficulties to understand since the Duke’s attitude was a little different from usual.
The Duke didn’t like bullshit. He hated people who took up his time by talking nonsense. But he’s going to make an unscheduled appointment and talk nonsense about asking for pocket money? Surprisingly, the Duke accepted it.
It was strange.
‘Are you thinking of calling and beating her up?’
After a while a knocking sound was heard. It was Princess Viola.
Duke Heron looked at Viola while sitting in his chair.
“Did you ask for pocket money?”
“Yes.”
Viola swallowed her saliva involuntarily. She didn’t know what kind of father’s atmosphere was so bloody. It seemed like he was going to eat the whole world with just his eyes.
“Why?”
“I need some money.”
Butler Carlton was stunned. It was the first time he had ever seen a crazy princess who went to the Duke’s study to ask for pocket money because she needed money. He had never imagined a situation like this. But the Viola that Carlton saw was confident. She was so brazen that he wondered how she could be so confident.
‘If you talk like that, you’ll get your throat cut…’
Carlton thought so, but that thought was wrong. This method had already been used by Rael, and had been successful.
⌠“Please give me some pocket money too.”
“Why?”
“I need some money.”⌡
The Duke liked things that were surprisingly openly shameless. He prefered to speak directly in front rather than plotting behind his back. However, it’s just that no one could try because of the Duke’s ferocious spirit and deadly eyes. As a reader, Han Arin had dug deep into her favorite character, Heron, and she knew how to treat him.
“Since my father made me his daughter, I, as a daughter, can ask for some pocket money.”
“So you came?”
“I missed my father, using pocket money is an excuse.”
At that, Heron paused his words for a moment. There was an awkward silence, and Carlton, the butler, broke into a cold sweat.
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