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The guard spoke with an indifferent expression as he followed the work instructions.

"Your Majesty the Marquis is now in the palace… … ."

"I found out everything about you at home. Tell them quickly."

"No, that's… … ."

The guard was confused.

The Marquis of Branford was not a person you could just come and meet. You had to send someone in advance to make an appointment, and wait for several months before you could meet him.

Even now, there were dozens of nobles waiting to meet the Marquis.

"Once you leave your name and purpose in the guestbook, someone will come and arrange for your future schedule… … ."

"I came here for something really important, so at least put a message inside. But if you tell me to go back, I'll go back."

"No, a little… … . Phew."

The guard sighed, suppressed his anger, and asked what was wrong.

"Please tell me why you came and I will relay it to you."

"Tell her I'm here for Miss Rosaline. She bought some cosmetics here a few days ago, so I'll check on her progress and help her out if I can."

As soon as he heard the name Rosalind, the guard's expression hardened.

At one point, the Marquis searched for any cosmetic product or medicine to improve Rosaline's skin condition.

Those blinded by greed came hoping for a stroke of luck, recommending unproven medicines and methods, and even selling fake medicines.

Rosalind accepted them all every time, just in case. But it didn't work.

It was common for his condition to worsen, and there were even instances where he came close to death due to poison.

And the Marquis of Branford did not forgive the worms that swarmed around his daughter.

In the eyes of the guards who knew full well, Giselle looked like someone who had crawled into a place where he would die on his own.

The guard spoke cautiously.

"I know what you mean… … Just give up. If you're not careful, you could end up losing your head."

"I'm fine, so tell them quickly."

"I'm not okay. If I let people in without permission, I'll die too. If I even tell them, they'll die."

The guard pleaded with a desperate expression, as if asking for his life.

Finally, Giselle scratched her head as she saw the guard with his eyes tightly shut and holding on.

"Then why don't you call the butler? The person who sold cosmetics a few days ago came to see you. Even if the Marquis doesn't know, you should be able to meet the butler, right?"

"that is...."

"Write, quickly!"

Jiselle pushed forward recklessly.

When the Marquis of Branford is away, it's hard to see him for a few days. If not now, when he's home, then when.

Eventually, the guard, pushed by Giselle's back, called the butler.

The butler asked Giselle with the same dry expression as when they first met.

"What's going on?"

"Have you tried the cosmetics? How was it?"

"It was useless."

Jiselle nodded without being surprised.

"Right? I did some research, and it seems that we need to use a method other than cosmetics to treat the Marquis's daughter."

"Another way?"

"That… … is not something I should be talking about here now. I should talk to the Marquis."

Jiselle stood there with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

"Tell the Marquis right now. I want to see to it. This is the last chance to solve your daughter's problem. If he refuses, then there's nothing I can do. I don't know who will suffer more."

The butler hesitated for a moment and then gave a warning.

"If it's a lie, it would be dangerous. The Marquis is not someone you would consider a noble."

Jiselle frowned in frustration.

"Anyway, you'll lose, right? Just tell them quickly. Don't regret it later."

He was frivolous, unlike a nobleman, but strangely confident. The butler was moved by his appearance.

Although it didn't have much effect on Rosaline, she created cosmetics that were highly praised by the nobles.

Since he was so confident that he could solve it, I thought it would be okay to leave it to him for the last time.

"It may be a loss for us, but it may not be for you, Your Majesty. If you still wish, I will speak to the Marquis."

"Yeah, yeah. Now I can finally make sense."

The butler turned around and went to find the Marquis of Branford.

The Marquis of Branford, who was looking at a pile of papers in his office, tilted his head after hearing the butler's report.

"Baron Fenris? Who is that?"

"I am the one who made the cosmetics I bought a few days ago. I am the young nobleman who is looked after by the Countess of Ailsbury."

"Oh, right. I remembered. But you came to see me out of the blue?"

"Yes. They say it can cure the young lady's illness."

The Marquis of Branford narrowed his eyes.

"You're an impudent bastard. Where the hell do you think you are, coming here and asking to meet me?"

The Marquis was more offended by the news that his daughter had come to see him without notice than by the promise to help her.

Did this place seem so easy that you asked to meet without even making an appointment?

This was tantamount to challenging his authority.

"Send him back. Warn him clearly not to come back again."

Despite the Marquis's firm attitude, the butler did not give up and gently persuaded him.

"I don't think I know much about you, Marquis, since you're a noble who just came up from the countryside. But since you seem so confident, why don't you leave it to me?"

The Marquis of Branford frowned for a moment, but did not look angry.

If the butler who had served him for a long time were to say something like that, there must have been a reason.

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The butler noticed that the Marquis was wavering and asked a little more earnestly.

"Isn't your condition getting worse and worse these days? There's a rumor going around that Baron Fenris' cosmetics are effective. Since he's the noble who made those products himself, he might have a different method."

The Marquis of Branford asked with a blank expression.

"Well, does that make sense?"

The Marquis did not let it go from the beginning.

But even with the Marquis's power, Rosaline's condition did not improve.

Although it was regrettable as a father, the Marquis was not overly worried.

Anyway, the daughter will live as the mistress of a noble family.

It may be uncomfortable, but I don't think it will have a big impact on my life if I just don't see sunlight.

"If the house is comfortable, wouldn't Your Majesty be comfortable doing outside work? If it's a lie, you can punish him when you get there."

When the butler spoke again, the Marquis chuckled.

"If I cut off her head, Meriel will be sad."

"Your Majesty will understand. If I fail, I will be considered to have lied to the Marquis."

The Marquis never forgave anyone who lied or challenged his authority.

Even if Maryel was the one watching over him, it was no exception.

As great as her influence may be, it is nothing compared to the Marquis of Branford.

"Bring him. I will meet him and decide whether to send him back. And bring me information about Baron Fenris."

"all right."

A moment later, the door to the Branford mansion opened wide.

The guard watching Giselle looked surprised.

This is because it was rare for the Marquis to accept someone who came without any particular reason.

Jiselle nodded as if it was a natural result and went inside proudly.

* * *

The Marquis of Branford sat at the head of the table and looked at Giselle with a dry expression.

He asked in a sarcastic tone.

"I never thought the person who is currently the center of attention would come to me in person. So, he wants to help my daughter?"

Jiselle also had no intention of asking for detailed etiquette, so she answered coolly.

"Yes, I can help you, Young-ae."

"You have great confidence, but how can I trust you with my daughter?"

"Haven't you heard from the butler? I've also fixed 'Eternal Punishment'. It's different from the idiots you've seen so far."

The Marquis of Branford slowly picked up the papers lying beside him and read them.

"Yes, there is a rumor that a priest in Leipold said something like that. But there is no evidence that it was actually you who did it."

'As expected, it's the Marquis of Branford. He even watched over the border territories.'

The Marquis of Branford's speech was not over yet.

"Northern Scoundrel, Corner Swordmaster, Coward, Friend of Fools, Bun of Inferiority Complex, Crazy… Would you trust someone with such nicknames?"

Jiselle lowered her head so that her expression could not be seen and clicked her tongue.

'It was recorded so meticulously.'

Even though he's a loser, Jiselle is a direct descendant of the lord. Naturally, he would have gathered information about him. Even the fact that he has a bad reputation is a kind of information.

He quickly straightened his expression in case he was found fault with it and raised his head again to face the Marquis.

"I heard that even the priests couldn't cure Youngae's illness. Well, divine power isn't omnipotent."

"You say things that would shock you if you heard them in the temple without any hesitation."

The Marquis of Branford leaned back in his chair with an expression of interest.

"You've never even seen my daughter. How can you know what her symptoms are and how can you help her?"

"Isn't the rumor already spreading, whether you know it or not? I'll give it a try. It won't take too long."

The Marquis of Branford laughed vulgarly and asked, resting his chin on one hand.

"I don't know if you're fearless or if you're just new to the capital and don't have a clue. Well, if you say that, you must be prepared to risk your life."

"Do I have to risk my life to help people?"

"Why, aren't you confident?"

The Marquis of Branford spoke with a cold smile on his lips.

"I know that Count Ferdium has suffered greatly in the border area. I will forgive you once for the sake of your father. Do not cross the line any more and step back. This is not your territory."

Count Ferdium, although extremely poor, is a nobleman who is loyal to the crown and knows honor.

There was even talk among the royalist nobles that they should increase their support for Ferdium.

It was all but forgotten as the power struggle with the Delphine Dukes continued.

'Once in a while would be okay.'

The Marquis of Branford looked at Count Ferdium's face and decided to forgive Giselle this time.

You have overlooked my son's rudeness and saved his life, and this will more than make up for not supporting him more.

But Jiselle ignored his consideration and asked in return.

"Aren't you thinking of treating your daughter?"

The Marquis of Branford answered calmly.

"It would be good if you could get treatment, but it doesn't matter if you can't. It's not like it's life-threatening, is it?"

"I don't think the person involved will think that way. I will definitely treat him."

Belinda and Claude were the only ones with pale complexions beside Giselle, who was stubborn to the end.

The Marquis of Branford glanced at Giselle's nervous subordinates and snickered.

Despite the anxiety of his subordinates, Giselle showed no intention of taking back what he said.

Seeing that he insisted on doing it despite all these warnings, I could at least recognize his courage.

"Yes, if you really want it, go ahead and give it a try. If you succeed, I'll reward you appropriately, butler."

"Yes, Marquis."

"Do not spare any support for Baron Fenris's treatment. When we are done, I will personally decide what to do with the Baron."

"All right."

"Just step aside."

The Marquis of Branford waved his hand. An annoyance was evident on his face.

Thoughts about his daughter and Giselle had already been pushed to a corner of his mind.

It was when the Marquis rose from his seat, pondering what to do with the Duke of Delphine.

Jiselle opened her mouth confidently.

"There is no need for a proper example."

"what?"

The Marquis of Branford, who was about to leave, looked back at Giselle.

"Does that mean there's no need for a case? That's not for you to decide. It's for me to decide based on the success or failure of the work."

The Marquis of Branford clicked his tongue inwardly and waved his hand at the butler, indicating that he should call the soldiers and have them come out.

At that moment, a shocking statement was heard.

"Instead of something moderate, please give me something I want."