Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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"Will Princess Deborah accept Duke Visconti's engagement proposal?"

The 3rd prince asked, rubbing the cigarette's end on the table and extinguishing it.

"Unless there are special circumstances, she will marry after getting engaged. Is there any reason to reject the proposal of a man considered the best match in the social world?"

"Duke Visconti's sincerity is astonishing."

"Ha ha. Visconti and Seymour. It's a marital business where both parties get the best interest."

Count Rowan frowned as he poured wine for the 3rd Prince, and the noble beside him shook his head.

"Honestly, I envy Duke Visconti. I heard that Princess Deborah has a pretty sizable dowry. And the income is generous."

"Not just the dowry. There are rumors that Princess received a ruby mine as a gift from Duke Seymour."

Everyone exclaimed at the word mine.

It's because they are always short of money, as they spend a lot of time enjoying nightlife.

"When Duke Visconti appeared as the companion of the princess during the Spring Flower Festival, everyone was baffled, but now that I see it, he had more foresight than anyone."

"The father-in-law is the Tower Mage, and the dowry is a mine. Not only that, the princess is also leading the fashion in the social world unknowingly. She's a shy person if you put her next to you, but she's even willing to endure such a prickly personality. Ha ha."

Amid the snobbish conversation, someone raised a question.

"By the way, there are rumors that Princess Deborah, famous for her personality, is the incarnation of the Saint... Does this make sense?"

"Of course, that's nonsense. It's much more convincing that Mia Binoche is a Saint."

"Mia Binoche has pink hair that symbolizes the saint, and she has been serving in the slums."

"But there's no way famous scholars could commit perjury as a group, right?"

"In a fire, even the smartest scholars would have difficulty staying sane, right?"

The 3rd Prince drank alcohol one gulp after another while listening to the controversies about the incarnation of the Saint.

His alcohol-moistened red lips were strangely twisted.

Because he knew that Mia Binoche was a forgery created by his mother borrowing the devil's power, and the truth is that Princess Deborah is the real Saint.

"Lie..."

From a young age, his mother assured him that she would place everything precious in the world in his hands as if it were a custom.

"Javi. My chosen son. If you do as I say, you can put the whole world under your feet."

When he didn't feel safe, he trusted his mother's words and headed to the cold northern part of the country.

He returned to the capital after suffering so much, but what actually fell into his hands was a fake saint who wasn't even amusing.

The true Saint was taken by Isidor Visconti....

The mocking gaze of Duke Visconti and the sarcastic tone of Princess Deborah returned to him, perhaps due to the infusion of alcohol.

Isidor's eyes, which saw through the inclinations of others, had a corner that stimulated his latent sense of inferiority.