After the ceremony, I had asked Freesia to investigate a person named Evelyn Ballot.

Freesia’s face seemed quite pleased when handing me the information.

“Here you go.”

“That was quick.”

“She was quite a unique individual. It was so interesting that I almost pulled an allnighter. Ah, but of course, Aileen is the best!”

“That’s a compliment, right?”

“Ugh, of course!”

Lately, I’d been hearing quite a few words I couldn’t make heads or tails of.

Ignoring the uneasy feeling, I checked the documents she gave me.

The more I confirmed the information, the more I understood why Freesia had said what she had.

‘This person has really tried everything, hasn’t she?’

It was written that Evelyn had tried making brown sugar candy and ended up burning down a baron’s mansion. She also tried selling a drink made of black tea and egg yolks and ruined that business.

‘Even her salted fish business failed.’

It wasn’t just failures, of course.

‘Ferverov was right.’

She was a businesswoman who proudly owned a store on the street of wealth and was a devout follower of the Goddess Shayna, to the extent that a party was held in her honor at the royal palace.

While I was staring intently at the report, Freesia asked as if curious.

“Why did you ask me to investigate Evelyn Ballot?”

“Ah, I recently attended a ceremony. I heard about her there and thought she might be helpful in business.”

“Ah, I see. There are definitely similarities. Maybe a new idea?”

Freesia’s eyes sparkled.

“I’ll let you know if I think of something.”

“Please do! Tell me before you tell the Duke, okay?!”

Freesia grabbed my shoulder and shook it like crazy.

“Alright!”

I was finally able to break free after nodding dozens of times.

‘I feel like I’m going to be sick.’

Freesia was a cheerful person, but too much of her was exhausting.

Since I’d already asked her to investigate, I decided to ask about a friend of my host body.

“Freesia, do you happen to know a Sylvia Ailid?”

“Huh? Why? Are you attending a social event?”

Suddenly a social event?

While I was puzzled, Freesia continued.

“Actually, there’s hardly anyone better at teaching manners to the young nobles than Lady Sylvia. There’s a saying that if you receive her teachings, your debut is guaranteed to be a success.”

Sylvia was a calm and demanding elderly lady, highly reputed as an etiquette teacher for young nobles.

I nodded, pretending to agree.

“Yes, I’m planning to learn properly. Do you think she’ll accept my letter?”

“Of course. If she refuses, I’ll guarantee it with a recommendation from the academy professor. After all, the youngest child of the Ailid family is currently enrolled in the academy’s magic department!”

Having a magical tower as a maternal home, the power of the magic department professor was formidable.

“I’ll try contacting her myself first.”

“Don’t be too disappointed if you don’t get a reply. People like that are hard to meet without connections. What’s the use of having friends?”

Freesia said nonchalantly, wielding her power.

‘Friends, huh.’

I was skeptical that the demanding countess had a close relationship with my host body.

After Freesia left, I wrote a letter to Countess Sylvia.

‘Just sending a letter won’t do. I should add some gifts.’

Wouldn’t chocolate pies, kisses, and sweet cakes win her over?

Eventually, instead of mail, it turned into a box.

I was able to breathe a sigh of relief only after having it sent.

‘I’ve put out the initial contact.’

If there was no reply, I’d have no choice but to rely on Freesia’s influence.

Yet, a reply arrived the very next day after I sent the letter.

“Milady, a letter has arrived for you.”

“Thank you!”

I received the letter from Eshtra and opened it on the spot.

The elegantly written reply contained only concise information.

‘What? I only asked for etiquette lessons.’

Yet, the countess seemed to already know something.

As I was scrutinizing the letter.
Suddenly, Louis popped out and waved his hand from below.

“Aileen, what are you doing?”

“Louis? When did you get here?”

“Just now!”

His smile was as bright as ever today.

I tidied up what I was looking at and tightly hugged Louis.

“Let me guess, you’ve been to magic class, haven’t you?”

“Yep! Today, I made a ‘paper bird’!”

“A paper bird?”

Louis escaped my embrace and unfolded a bird made of paper.

Flap, flap.

The paper bird circled around Louis and me, then softly landed on my palm.

“With this, you can send a message to someone close.”

His eyes were filled with anticipation, as if urging me to unfold it quickly.

I cautiously unfolded the paper and found a line of scribbled writing.

So cute!

Louis bombed my heart again today.

“Louis, if you keep doing this, I will die.”

“Die? Why?!”

“Because my heart will burst due to you!”

I abruptly hugged Louis and tickled him relentlessly.

“Tickles!”

He laughed uproariously as he ran down the hallway.