There were an overwhelming number of invitations in front of me, too much to ignore. I quickly regained my composure and looked at the butler.

“Butler, do you happen to know why so many invitations have come to me?”

For invitations to pour in for someone like me, who wasn’t particularly noticed in social circles, there must be a reason.

If the knowledgeable butler, well-versed in the affairs inside and outside the mansion, had any information, I was sure he’d share it.

As expected, the butler nodded calmly and explained in a composed tone.

“It seems that an incident at the Ishtar Temple has been covered by gossip columnists.”

“If it’s the Ishtar Temple…”

“Yes. The belief is that you are the savior destined to save the world in crisis.”

Ugh!

As I suffered from a sudden headache, the butler calmly continued his explanation.

“Although you pressed the newspapers not to publish articles, a third-rate gossip column managed to leak the news, and as a result, all newspapers are carrying articles about you.”

“Where did the rumor originate?”

“Your esteemed father believes it might have started from the Ishtar Temple.”

I knew I couldn’t control the media forever, but it eventually turned out like this.

Now I could understand the reason for the countless invitations that had come before me.

‘How did this happen?’

For someone who had quietly planned to leave the capital of Somaina, this was a bolt from the blue.

“It seems the rumor spread that Lady would take charge of the Ishtar Temple during the Foundation Festival.”

“Absurd. Who started that?”

“Don’t worry. Your father will take care of it.”

If it’s Duke Ferdia, he’ll suppress Ishtar Temple, other nobles, or even the Emperor, no matter what they say. There might be some resistance, but…

‘Is it my bad luck?’

The role of the scorned savior is something I absolutely want to avoid.

I understand the situation well, but now, facing this vast number of invitations, the question is how to deal with them.

I gathered my hands and looked up at the butler with a desolate expression, pitifully asking.

“Butler, do I really have to write replies?”

“Yes.”

“My social reputation isn’t that great anyway.”

Isn’t it okay to just ignore them like this?

But the butler was firm.

“Nevertheless, you must reply. Make sure not to tarnish the reputation of Ferdia.”

“…Ugh.”

What a frustrating etiquette for replies.

Reluctantly giving up the honey-like relaxation, I sat at the desk, glumly starting to write responses.

Naturally, they were all heavily loaded with rejection.

“Unfortunately, I’m not feeling well, so I won’t be able to attend Lady’s invitation. (Omitted)]

It’s nearly impossible to write different rejection responses for all those invitations.

I unleashed my copy-and-paste skills to mass-produce identical rejection replies.
It was during that moment when I had been writing responses for a while. Among the invitations, there were some noticeable names.

First, an invitation from the Duchess Angelos.

In summary, it was an invitation to the garden party at the Angelos Mansion. Considering the Angelos mother and daughter, who couldn’t confront me, and the Duke Angelos, who restrained Duke Ferdia, it was definitely not a pure invitation with good intentions.

What kind of scheme was this?

After a brief moment of contemplation, I said, “No, I won’t go,” and tore the invitation.

Is it avoiding the danger? Avoiding the filthiness?

Since I wasn’t going anyway, there was no need to understand the intentions of the Angelos humans.

After writing identical responses to other invitations, only one invitation remained.

I squinted my eyes as I looked at the family crest and signature written on the outer part.

“This guy again.”

After the magical contract proposal, now he was sending an invitation.

But what was strange was that there was no connection between Elodie Ferdia and Felix Hiklmayer, unlike with the others.

With one hand supporting my chin, I tapped the table with the other.

The content of the invitation was not much different from those from other families.

They wanted to socialize intimately with me and invited me to stay at the Severes Mansion.

‘Severes Mansion?’

It was a striking term.

The Severes Mansion, which had never been opened to outsiders since the disappearance of the head of the Severes family, Duke Richard Severes!

I hadn’t exchanged a single word with Felix Hiklmayer.

Whether he sent the invitation due to the rumor that I was the savior, or for some other reason, I couldn’t discern.

‘I should go.’

It was too valuable an opportunity to just let it pass.

When I picked up the quill to write the last response, I felt a noisy presence.

“Miss, I’m here!”

“Yeah, go away.”

“What are you doing?”

Whether my words were unheard or not, Carlotta approached, giggling, and asked what was piled up beside me.

“What are all these invitations?”