Hmm.

Hehe.

Haha!

Ibi looked down at the banquet hall and burst into silent laughter.

“I won, I did it, I rebuilt the collapsed foundation!”

Ibi couldn’t help but find herself impressive.

“Everything went well. I did it again. Ibi, I love you.”

Challenges in the world? Just homework for Ibi to overcome!

Crises rushing in? Just props for Ibi’s achievements!

Elated, Ibi hugged her shoulders tightly and twirled around.

Her fervent self-love was rather peculiar, so the clever Ibi decided to retreat to the terrace for some alone time.

After basking in her glory, Ibi gazed once again at the banquet hall beyond the window.

“Casell Montra is now my puppet.”

Still subtly rebellious, but at least not as defiant as before.

“Des is safe, anyway.”

The maid who was attacked by Ente was fortunately discovered by Uvia in time and is now under care.

“The village is peaceful now.”

Thanks to the curse that poured into the arena on that Gmme day, the village with the wheat fields welcomed a peaceful Gmme after a long time.

“But the snake got away…”

One regret was that Uvia ultimately let the snake escape, but Ibi considered herself successful enough. In this atmosphere, it seemed like becoming a saint would be easy, and there didn’t seem to be any problems.

“Hehehe…!”

Truly, everything is perfect.

Now, there’s only one problem left for Ibi.

The opposition of Count Laurel.

But Ibi wasn’t particularly worried about this. Because Count-nim…

Remembering the count who used to carry her, Ibi felt unnaturally warm. So, while fanning her face to cool down the heated thoughts, she found herself on the terrace.

“Here you are, everyone is looking for the protagonist.”

A sophisticated gentleman noticed Ibi hiding on the terrace and approached. It was Isla Kyung, the right-hand man of Duke Vayen.

Isla Kyung pretended to have come to take Ibi, then smoothly joined her on the terrace. He then conveyed a message subtly.

“Duke Vayen also wanted to personally support Ariahte, but he couldn’t make it due to household matters. He will contact you separately later.”

“I see. I hope everything is resolved amicably.”

Pretending not to know what Isla Kyung was talking about, Ibi responded.

The next day, the person Duke Vayen sent to Biss was none other than Isla Kyung.

Isla Kyung had directly witnessed the tragedy of the Night Tribe’s rampage in the arena. He also confirmed the identities of the prominent Biss nobles found dead there.

This was thoroughly reported to Duke Vayen, and so he was currently joyfully dancing with a sword at home.

“Before that, the Duke wanted to ask Ariahte one thing.”

Although Isla Kyung hinted at the upcoming question, Ibi nodded without tension.

“Was Montre Haft involved when you asked for responsibility earlier?”

“Yes, he was the first one.”
“But why did you change your mind?”

“Because it seemed like an opportunity.”

Ibi’s response was quite arrogant. However, Ibi was not flustered by her own answer, and Isla Kyung also smiled knowingly.

As El Vayen’s closest aide and the husband of Moren Arco, he had a somewhat understanding of Ibi’s true identity.

Like Isla Kyung’s inquiry and further questions from Duke Vayen, originally, Ibi was determined to completely dismiss Cassel Montra.

Even if someone who had a lifelong opportunity said a new opportunity was too much, it was sincere.

Nevertheless, there was one reason Ibi changed her mind. She thought if she went, she could save the servant who was unfairly punished. At least, she didn’t want to pretend she hadn’t seen the guy who was about to be beaten.

Of course, what she said after calling him out and setting him free was sarcastic to the point where she wanted to sew her mouth shut, but even after ten concessions and three more forgivings, she could give credit for trying to understand someone else.

He was someone curious about why he and Ibi were so different, so Ibi decided to give him another chance.

Of course, it wasn’t free, and she planned to make good use of it in the future.

“You are merciful.”

“Because I’m going to be a saint.”

When Ibi cheekily answered his thrown remark, Isla Kyung’s laughter deepened.

“In that case, please show mercy to the young men outside too. The hero is missing, and he can’t dance.”

As he spoke, outside, young nobles hesitated to start the ball.

Hearing that, when Ibi came out onto the terrace, Cassel, who had been looking for Ibi, ran up and extended his hand.

Ibi willingly took his hand, and the nobles willingly yielded the stage to the emperor of the social scene and the future saint.

The music sweetly changed, and Ibi and Cassel began to dance to the rhythm.

The most luxurious man and the most innocent woman in the world surprisingly matched well. Their steps were equally skillful, just the atmosphere different, so the nobles looked admiringly at their beautiful figures.

But the circumstances of the parties involved were a bit different from what was visible.

“Smile, you even returned the ring.”