Jorv’s workshop offered him the use of his factory, suggesting that he could produce goods there. Certainly, the factory Kalis had purchased was small. It couldn’t employ a large workforce or produce a considerable amount of goods. If he could make storage bottles in Jorv’s massive factory, he could supply more on the Sahir continent. Although Jorv’s asking price was exorbitant, Kalis accepted willingly, considering the future. The collaboration that began this way was successful. Having tasted the sweetness of money, Jorv was more grateful to Kalis than anyone else. He introduced Kalis to his business partners and investors, building valuable connections. Those who had ignored him when Kalis approached alone now accepted him. Moreover, nobles lined up, eager to work with him.

“Kalis Arhen—no longer a hero, but a successful entrepreneur.”

“Kalis Arhen, ‘There is no downfall in my life.’ Overcoming even the second downfall, a true man.”

Kalis Arhen.

He became the man he had long aspired to be, a successful individual.

“Haha!”

Kalis, reading the newspaper, laughed heartily.

Kalis was always at the forefront of public attention, and everyone wanted him. He, who had been trapped in indifference, finally broke through and emerged.
He leaned against the back of the couch. The luxurious texture of the alligator leather felt as good as his mood.

“I’m so happy that I want to die.”

Helena, elegantly adorned, approached him and playfully teased. At the same time, she looked at him with eyes that seemed to express both pride and affection.

“Of course. Money is piling up as it should, and my fame is rising steadily. I’m more successful than ever!”

Kalis chuckled, flexing his fist. His deep and resonant voice echoed with arrogance and greed, almost painful to the ears.

“Why bother praising Kal when he’s just going to hurt his own ears?”

Helena recalled the time when Kalis had seized the initiative during their marriage contract with the kingdom. The man who had been remarkable back then had experienced bitter failures but had grown even more. He had become the most distinguished man in the kingdom, disregarding people’s criticisms and mockery.

“Right? My treasure?”

Helena, getting closer to him, kissed his cheek.

“The treasure is you. Lovely Helena.”

Upon that, Kalis held Helena’s chin and kissed her.

After a long and passionate kiss, Helena pouted, claiming that her lipstick had been smudged.

“The banquet is still a long way off. Why are you so excited already?”

“Of course! How can I not be thrilled!”

Helena, who had abruptly stood up, spun around in place. The voluminous hem of her richly adorned dress fluttered, radiating a natural brilliance.
The dress and accessories she wore today were gifts from the atelier of Jorv, specially crafted for Helena.

“An event with Kal. It feels like I’m dreaming!”

Jorv, the artisan, invited Kalis to the private banquet of Emperor Friede.

The Emperor’s banquet was a private gathering, and only those who were invited could attend. Moreover, those directly invited by the Emperor could also invite companions to join, and Kalis was adopted as a friend of Jorv for this occasion.

Jorv heightened his enthusiasm, saying that he was looking for a distributor to circulate goods in the empire.

The protagonist of the banquet, Emperor Friede, had been a helper in Kalis and Cloe’s divorce, so there was much anxiety. However, now he had his own wealth and honor. The Emperor couldn’t easily interfere with him.

“I’m happy too.”

Seeing Helena’s bright smile, all remaining anxieties disappeared. He could embrace the current happiness like a lovely wife.

Standing up from his seat, Kalis held Helena’s waist. He wrapped her arm around his, and they moved their feet to the rhythm.

“Being with you, not that woman.”

“…Do you have to bring up that woman in this good atmosphere?”

“Because you are the mistress of my family, every day is now happy. Finally, I feel like I’m living as myself.”
Kalis lightly pressed his lips against Helena’s pouting lips.

With a ticklish sound, as he pulled away, he quickly saw his wife, who was happily smiling.

“Blood, lingering as a government official. When was it?”

It was a peculiar and pointed remark. It must be something related to an incident that hurt Helena’s personality, and she had kept it in her heart for a long time.

Kalis raised his eyebrows and put on a pitiful expression. Soon, with a touching voice, he imitated the appearance of a pitiful man.

“To give you a happy life, that was the only way.”

“Well, understood.”

Fortunately, Helena’s expression quickly softened.

“It’s fortunate that she brought about her own downfall.”

“The end of a foolish woman.”

Helena, who was disdainful of Cloe’s mention, also chimed in this time.

Soon, the same woman appeared in both of their minds.

A woman who displayed an orphaned atmosphere, revealing her origins. A woman who inherited outstanding genes, starting from a different line from the beginning.