She then understood why the world was particularly harsh to her. It was because she was exceptionally weak.

The world, which was much fairer than Ivy thought, gave an easy path to the strong and difficult paths to the weak. Rewarding those with excellent qualifications and punishing those who lacked them.

Knowing this simple truth, Ivy began to yearn.

To someday become a person who struggles.

To become someone so strong that the world cannot torment them.
So that it can be a bit more comfortable.

This was Ivy’s solemn ambition that she carefully kept in her heart.

However, one day, Ivy lost her heart to the astrologer who appeared out of nowhere, and she vomited it out. She even forgot about it for a while. During the time spent with him, she even stopped wishing to become a difficult person.

The responsibility for this negligence returned entirely to Ivy after the astrologer left.

Ivy didn’t want to part ways with the astrologer. However, with powerless hands, she couldn’t hold onto him. She couldn’t stop him, confine him, or even resolve the reason he had to leave. She couldn’t even find his traces.

Still not overcoming her difficulties, Ivy could only mourn the empty space he left in every place, helplessly watching her once comfortable world crumble.

It was the words of someone who, forgetting their own helplessness, was content with others’ kindness.

So Ivy didn’t want to long for it, even if it meant not returning to those affectionate times.

He saved Ivy. However, it wasn’t a perfect rescue. His salvation was temporary, one-sided, and lacking.

It was truly unpleasant to receive something for no reason and then have it taken away for no reason.

Therefore, Ivy wished again. Now, she truly wanted to become a difficult person. That would be the only perfect salvation to protect her.

“Yes, so it doesn’t matter. Whoever the Count is.”

Ivy resolved herself while looking at the white ceiling.

Even in the midst of confusion, the calculated nature of Ivy Ariahte did not neglect her calculations.

So, naturally, she counted. If the man is Zion Laurel, if there is something very special between me and Zion Laurel, wouldn’t it be okay to let the Count know about this situation where I am being threatened by the Tower Seed?

Then I might be able to get help from the Count…

Ivy considered this for a moment before shaking her head. Not only would Rohica Sedro not let her go willingly, but relying on the Count would be no different from returning to the time when she relied on the astrologer.

This time, the Count might properly take care of her as he first proposed. But then again, maybe not.

So it’s better not to expect anything. Leaving my fate to others and worrying about when he will abandon me, and when I will fall, is now out of the question.

So it doesn’t matter which side. Whether it’s the astrologer, no matter how the truth changes, it won’t make a difference.

What Ivy hopes for, and what she must hope for, is simply becoming a difficult person on her own.

Thinking like this, Ivy firmly locked away her scattered emotions.

But frighteningly, while making such a conclusion, Ivy impulsively threw the clothes that were next to her up to the ceiling.

It was because a conversation from a few days ago suddenly came to mind.

“I feel miserable.”

“I even thought about marriage.”
Ivy recalled what she had said to the Count and rolled on the bed. Then, to suppress the scream, she covered her mouth and writhed.

Actually, it’s not indifferent.

Ivy was more shaken than ever.

-The day the mansion caught fire, Hesta Jajak’s servants with the smell of burnt clothes.

-A large amount of oil disappeared without a trace from the warehouse of Hesta Jajak’s mansion.

-Hesta Jajak’s son is a friend of Viscount Montra.

The underground sisters found the arsonist in the mansion in just one day, just as Ivy speculated, it was the work of Viscount Montra.

But even if she caught the tail, there was nothing Ivy could do.

The Tower protected only Ivy’s body, not her property.

For such a crime, she could open a trial, but since only nobles could receive a fair judgment from the just Duke Raurael, it was also useless.

However, she couldn’t appeal this unfair violence to the nobles. The gazes of the nobles towards Ivy were endlessly cold.

-Chills ran down the spine at the two faces of Ariate, says a gossipmonger.

-A despicable and greedy commoner woman dares to deceive and mock nobles, says many fools flaunting their victimhood.

-Ariate stepping on the backs of nobles is an intolerable provocative act and must be punished, says many idiots itching to kick.

In this way, the atmosphere in Tienda was more aggressive towards Ivy than ever before.

They considered Viscount Montra’s betrayal of Ivy as ‘a bit too much,’ but Ivy’s retaliation against the Viscount seemed to be viewed as ‘an act worthy of death.’

There was a slight feeling of disgust, but it was already expected.

So Ivy moved quickly too.

“Thank you for your time.”

“There’s no need to thank.”

Ivy politely greeted, but the nobleman who buried his back on the sofa didn’t even give Ivy a glance.

“Rather than being thankful, it’s more like an apology. Because of your pleading to meet, the elder council meeting was interrupted.”

He said this with closed eyes and a hoarse voice.

“Because of you, more than a hundred Bayen elders and ten times the number of divine beings are waiting for me. So you should tell a story worth that much.”

The old man who spoke strangely with a noble voice was the owner of the Bayen.

It was Duke Iel Bayen, a great noble.