Reborn as the Villain in a Romance Fantasy
'A self-centric Female Lead, lost-in-love Male Leads, and useless extras who will die. On top of it, this world will not be here for long because of that ancient threat. So, what should I do now?' What kind of world was a world of Female-Oriented Fantasy romance? One filled with tinted glass and roses? Life should have been easy here, right? Wrong! Layla had read this book before, and she knew what happened. "Those useless leads left this world in a shamble! I need to do something about it before it gets destroyed. If I am going to live here, I need to ensure this world stays alive long enough. Who has time for romance when the world will end soon?" Her goal was set, and her life was laid out. Layla was going to use whatever she could to secure her second life. Everyone was a useful piece from here on, and Layla used them well to achieve her end goal. This might be a world based on a fantasy romance, but she would ensure it would not repeat it's ending. ______ Note: It has a strong Female Protagonist as the MC. No romance, no harem, no yuri.
Ch 75: Why don't we use that? - part 1
'Finally, I am back to my room. I missed this place and all its gloomy self.'
Layla wanted to throw herself on her bed and sleep for an unforeseeable time, but she had work to do.
As soon as her luggage touched her room's floor, Layla grabbed a pen and a piece of paper to start drafting a letter.
Now that she had gotten a chance to ask the Duke for anything, she needed to make sure her requests were specific.
It took less time to write the letter and more time to make sure it was proper and met all her demands. After all, making a mistake this far into the game would be unfortunate.
Once the letter was drafted, Layla sealed it with magic. This way, she would know if someone else tried to open her letter beside the Duke.
"Mary, give this to the Duke and make sure he receives it personally. Once we have the funds, we can start with the next part of our plan to open our business."
Layla handed the letter to Mary, who quickly bowed and left.