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Since the Marquis says no, I will have to go to Count Ailsburg. I am sure they will gladly accept. Don't tell me later that you are disappointed."

The Marquis of Branford touched his forehead.

'Ha, this annoying kid.'

This guy was so deserving of it that I couldn't ignore him.

Rosalind also supported Giselle's words.

"If that happens, the flag of the Earls of Ailsburg will fly throughout the kingdom. We will be laughed at for having kicked away an opportunity that came our way. What more shameful thing could there be? You must think of the prestige of your family."

The two men continued talking as they felt the Marquis of Branford shake.

"It was because my father was my guardian that the Baron came to us first. Don't you know?"

"That's right. I wanted to give you this great opportunity first. I see that you understand my sincerity."

"Father! Accept it quickly!"

"Your Majesty! There will be no other opportunity like this!"

The Marquis of Branford's face grew redder and redder until he finally shouted.

"Be quiet! Why are you both talking so much!"

At one shout, Giselle and Rosaline immediately shut their mouths.

The Marquis of Branford rarely made such a loud noise. Any further interference would only have a negative effect.

"after...."

The Marquis of Branford sighed deeply, stood up, and spoke to Rosaline.

"You figure it out. But if there's a problem, I'll arrange the marriage before you get any older. This is my last chance to give you."

"all right!"

Rosalind folded her fan and a big smile appeared on her face.

Since she had proven herself and was pushing forward, the game was basically over.

The Marquis of Branford turned to Giselle and emphasized.

"This time, I'll assume that it's because I need a lot of money right away. If you talk nonsense or cause damage to the writer, it won't be fun."

"Don't worry. I'll make sure of it."

"I'm going to go and rest now, so you two can handle the rest."

The Marquis of Branford turned around and walked out.

Even though it was my own decision, I still have this feeling of injustice.

'Ah, I guess I got beat up by that guy… … Ugh, my head hurts so bad today. Let's not think about it any more.'

The Marquis sighed, rubbing his temples. He felt like his stomach would continue to hurt for a few days.

Belinda and Claude let out silent cheers as they watched his back as he walked away.

The shoulders of two people who were stamping their feet in joy bumped into each other.

"What is it? It won't fall off? Where is it stuck?"

"Oh, I feel even worse?"

The two looked at each other in surprise and growled.

Gillian, who had been quietly cheering on Giselle from behind, clicked her tongue and grabbed their shoulders, forcing them farther away.

Only after the Marquis of Branford had left, and they were certain he would not return, did Giselle and Rosaline breathe a sigh of relief.

Giselle looked back at Rosaline with a smile on her face.

"Thanks to you, young lady, things went smoothly."

Rosalind shrugged and answered.

"Well, I have my own reasons."

"Then I will ask for your help in the future."

"There will be no problem in supplying the product, right?"

"Yes, we will expand the facilities as soon as we return."

"Okay. I don't know why you suddenly need that much money, but… … ."

Rosalind stopped talking as a thought suddenly occurred to her. She studied Giselle's face carefully and asked cautiously.

"Are you sick by any chance? For example, you've been given a terminal diagnosis, and you're trying to spend all your money and then die… ."

Jiselle answered with a look of bewilderment.

"I am healthy."

"Oh, I see. I just asked just in case."

Jiselle sighed. She too was suspicious, wondering if anyone could possibly think of her as the daughter of the Marquis of Branford.

However, Rosalind's strength is that once she makes a decision, she pushes ahead without hesitation.

The two immediately drew up a contract. After writing her name under Giselle's, she smiled brightly and said,

"I'm glad I could help you in this way. Keep up the good work."

"Thank you. It feels great to have you as my sponsor."

The thanks I gave before were more of a formality, but now they were sincere.

In fact, Jiselle didn't think she would be able to receive such a large sum of 300,000 gold.

At first, we planned to increase the stake or reduce the investment amount by calling out loud and adjusting our differences of opinion.

But thanks to Rosalind's intervention, things turned out easier than expected.

'This is the best result. It exceeds my expectations. This is enough for the time being.'

Now that he is involved in business, the writer cannot help but pay more attention to himself.

In addition, 300,000 gold rolled in. With this, I could rapidly advance my next plan.

Giselle suppressed the corners of her lips that were naturally rising and took Rosaline's hand as she offered to shake it.

* * *

News spread throughout the capital that cosmetics sales were restarting.

On the day sales resumed, the nobles showed up with arrogant expressions, accompanied by soldiers.

"I won't go back in vain like last time! This time, I'll go in first!"

"Get out of the way! We're going first!"

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"Don't be pushed! Push with force!"

The proud nobles learned from their previous failures and steeled their resolve.

Now, this has become a matter of pride for the nobles, beyond the availability of cosmetics themselves.

The soldiers brought by each nobleman fought each other and pushed through the main gate with force. It was a scene you would only see in a siege.

Kikkikkik! Kwaang!

As the crowd grew too large, the gates of the mansion became unstable and eventually fell down.

"The door is open! Come in!"

"Go in before that guy! If you're late, I won't forgive you!"

"I told you to push it away!"

They entered the large garden and began to attack each other.

The nobles really thought that as long as they left Baron Fenris alone, there would be no problem at all if they fought among themselves to buy it first and subdued it.

The garden soon turned into a massive fighting arena.

"Eww! Don't step on it!"

"Leave me alone and run! Get to the mansion first!"

"Catch those guys first!"

Jiselle and her party just watched from afar.

Anyway, they can't control those pride-crazed nobles with their own power.

If you try to get in there and say no, you'll end up having fun fighting instead of controlling them.

Giselle smiled playfully and spoke to Rosaline next to her.

"Then please, Miss."

"all right."

Rosalind walked towards the fighting area with her chin raised in pride.

The people who were in the middle of a fist fight felt an eerie atmosphere for some reason and stopped fighting one by one.

When I came to my senses, I saw a large crowd of armed soldiers surrounding me.

"Oh, what is it?"

"Are these Baron Fenris' soldiers?"

"When did we get such troops… … ."

The nobles, who had been looking bewildered, opened their eyes wide when they saw the woman standing in front of the soldiers.

"no way...?"

"Ro, Rosalind Branford?"

"Why is the Marquis of Brandford here?"

Only after their excitement and confusion had subsided did they notice the emblems engraved on the armor of the soldiers who surrounded them.

"Isn't that the Marquis of Branford's coat of arms?"

The nobles looked at Rosaline with bewildered expressions.

She opened her mouth with a blank face like her father.

"By entrusting himself to Baron Fenris, the Marquis Branford will now be in charge of this place."

At those words, the nobles' faces turned pale.

Now, he has led his soldiers to attack the Marquis of Branford.

Rosalind said, looking at the hesitating people.

"I guess you didn't know, so I'll just let it go this time. But if you keep doing this, it'll be problematic. Everyone, please follow the order."

The commotion was quickly resolved. No matter how unruly the nobles were, they could not ignore Rosaline and the Marquis of Branford behind her.

As the atmosphere calmed down, the nobles glanced at Rosaline's face.

Some people saw her at the banquet, but many more only heard rumors and never actually saw her.

Clear and glowing skin. It was hard to believe that she was a person who had been living in hiding because of a skin disease.

'It's true. It's really all better.'

A nobleman from the provinces asked boldly.

I know this is a bit of a rude question, but I was so curious I couldn't help it.

"So… … is it true that you really cured the illness with cosmetics?"

Fortunately, Rosalind didn't seem offended and just smiled and said:

"That's right. The Baron treated me, but these cosmetics are a big help. That's why the Marquis decided to take care of the cosmetics."

She lied without blinking an eye.

'It's not a lie, after all, it's a product that has been proven to be effective.'

The nobles looked meaningful at Rosalind's answer.

There is visible evidence, and the fact that the Marquis Branford was in charge of the sale increases my confidence infinitely.

'They're expensive, but I'll buy a lot while I can. I should get some for my wife, too.'

'It's so popular that you never know when it might run out. You can buy it in advance and sell it for a higher price.'

'Wow, if I put that on, I'll look better, right?'

Chorus!

Rosalind said softly, spreading out her fan.

"Okay, so we should line up now?"

At those words, a spectacle unfolded where nobles lined up in a row.

It took some time, but everyone waited in line in an orderly manner to purchase cosmetics.

There were already a lot of people gathered, and with Rosalind also coming out, sales were incredible from the first day.

She smiled brightly and spoke kindly, as if she was in a good mood.

"There is enough quantity, so there is no need to fight to buy first. Please continue to line up like this."

Anyway, since Marquis Branford's soldiers are already encamped, we can't cause trouble.

So there was no need for the nobles to go out and stand in line.

The nobles who didn't want to wait in line started sending only servants again, and peace was restored to the Crow Mansion.

"Hey, the mansion is quiet, but cosmetics are selling like crazy."

Claude muttered in admiration. Giselle nodded, her expression lightened.

Although I gave up a little bit of my stake, I still got the money I needed and delegated some of the annoying tasks.

Moreover, Rosalind was so determined that she even promoted the products herself and was obsessed with selling cosmetics.

'Is it because he wants to recover his investment money quickly, or because he wants to be recognized by his father? Either way, thanks to this, other vested interests won't be able to carelessly look after him.'

Just as there were those who caused a ruckus at Giselle's mansion, knowing full well that the Marquis of Branford was her guardian, there must have been those who drooled over cosmetics.

Those who are crazy about money would probably still be racking their brains trying to steal it somehow, but as long as Rosalind is holding on, it would be difficult for them to be greedy.

'I don't know how long it will take because of the Duke of Delphine, but that's for later.'

It was a sudden change of plans, but in many ways it worked out better.

Now all that's left is to go back with peace of mind.

"Let's go back now. We'll buy some supplies for the estate on the way, so make a list."

"All right."

While Claude and his entourage packed their bags and prepared to leave, Giselle also visited the capital's influential nobles to bid them a few farewells.

Finally, I heard some good news from the Marquis of Branford, whom I visited.

"Thank you for all the help you have given me. Now, I will return to the spirit world."

"As promised, the first support for Perdium is ready, so how about we leave together?"

"Is that so? Then I will go with you."

If we went with support troops, it would be slower, but it didn't matter.

It was even better because he had full control over how the aid was distributed.

"We are waiting outside the gate, so you can leave together. The royal family and each family have sent soldiers, so you don't have to worry about escort."

"Thank you so much for your concern."

Jiselle bowed her head slightly to express her gratitude.

It's good to receive support, but since it was something that happened because the interests of both parties aligned, there was no need to lower one's posture and express gratitude.

As soon as we left the castle, we saw an endless line of wagons carrying supplies.

Giselle's entourage repeatedly exclaimed in admiration at the magnificent palace filled with countless provisions, horses, and weapons.