Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better?

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C178

I was listening to the servants' conversations, hoping they would catch the rumors that had spread in the past.

"What are you doing here?"

Belreck was behind me with a gloomy expression.

"Why are you here, brother?"

Oh, I was surprised.

"Why did you wake up so early? The sun will rise from the west."

"Brother, didn't you sleep well? You don't seem to have a good complexion."

"Isidor, how dare he make this body his assistant in a jewelry auction, can I have a good expression about that?"

"It's a plan that came out of my head. I think it went well."

"Ufff."

He let out a brief sigh while roughly sweeping his hair.

Several rumors have been circulating recently, and I secretly shared with my family the plan to lure witches onto the boat I received as a gift.

Belreck, who had a soft spot for me, was more reliable than anyone.

"Brother. Did you find it anyway? The birthday gift I asked for."

"Yes... I did."

He muttered, and then suddenly let out a smile as if it were ridiculous.

"I've never seen a person threatening to find a birthday present!"

"Anyway, the gift that would have occurred to my brother wouldn't have been great, right? Wasn't it better to find what I want? It didn't cost money because you searched for it, not bought it."

The sense that the direct descendants of Seymour had bad taste in choosing a gift could be demonstrated with the case of Enrique, who received the same three magical toys with a wand.

"You really can't talk! Isidor must be the only one who can handle your personality."

He suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.

"But what's this?"

"I found it as you said, so calling it a gift is too much. It's not as expensive as a lavender diamond, but it's worth a bit more."

Belreck turned around and disappeared, and I smiled as I looked at the jewelry box he threw at me.

"Is it okay?"

"What thing?"

"How you'll spend your birthday."

Isidor asked if I would mind using my birthday, which should be a happy time, as bait to lure witches, but it wasn't like that.

There are many people here who appreciate me, not use me, so I felt happy as if I had already received a great gift.

Then I startled.

Suddenly, I was really accepting that Deborah's birthday was mine, not Yoon Do-hee's.

Yes, this is no longer fiction for me.

It really is my world.

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[I think it's a very good opportunity. If you give me an order, I'll convene a meeting in the basement of the third district's general store.]

One of the witches disguised as a wardrobe worker brought a catalog of dress designs to the 4th Queen, containing a note.

At first glance, the witch looked like an ordinary wardrobe worker, so the image didn't seem uncomfortable.