Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

Chapter 100

C100

It didn't take long before a sophisticated geometric pattern appeared on his arm in the shape of a hexagon, resembling a kaleidoscope.

It also reminded him of the shape of a turtle's shell.

It was one of the representative abilities of the spirit, "Formal Transformation."

"Do you already know how to do this? That's great."

When I patted his arm and praised him, the hexagonal pattern shone slightly and disappeared as if it were responding to him.

I simply thought I should carry it in my pocket because it was a small turtle, but it had a much better ability than I thought.

Its size was about 5 centimeters.

Looking closely at the beautiful tattoo patterns, I got up from my seat when the servant said that Belreck was here.

He was waiting for me in the living room with his long legs crossed.

With an expression of superiority, not the usual sensitive and finicky mood.

He had the appearance of a deceptive pervert.

"What's going on?"

I asked, and he gave me a strange look.

"Sit down for now. I brought some good tea, so let's drink and talk."

His voice was so smooth that I sat in front of him, feeling even more suspicious.

"Deborah, I heard you publicly said that you were collaborating with me on the conference."

"Well, it's true. Did you come here because you thought I threatened you?"

"Let's say... it's a collaboration. My father suddenly congratulated me."

He took a sip of tea and closed his mouth.

"Well, I think he thought I had worked on the magic tool you presented at the conference too."

"I'm the designer, and my real brother is the actual developer, so he might think that."

"Hmm! So I answered that I'm working with you for now. Wouldn't it be a benefit for you if I made the artifact?"

He coughed with a slightly flushed face.

It was a compliment, so it seemed like he had come to confirm the opportunity that had come to him unknowingly.

It must have been a fruitful situation since it ended the war, and Rosad would soon arrive in the capital.

In the novel's timeline, the time was slowly approaching when the crown prince and Rosad would appear.

"It's nonprofit. He believes it's for my father."

His eyes sank at my pretentious remark.

"Let's see what kind of magic tool you designed that our father liked so much."

As soon as he brought out the massage device design, Belreck immediately slapped his forehead.

"Hey! How do you implement this?! Why didn't you discuss it with me before the presentation?"

"I didn't realize."

I had no choice but to look at Belreck, who seemed ready to dig his own grave and lie down.

"Oh, you have a rough plan. It will take more than half a year to plan and fully implement it."

I looked at him; he seemed depressed because he wanted to look good with his father right away. I had to order a servant to bring writing tools.