Adopting the Male Protagonist Changed the Genre - Chapter 9

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Chapter 9

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The notary and lawyer of the Blanche Family who had gone missing.

Even without investigating separately, I could hear the servants occasionally gossiping about him if I stayed quietly in my room, holding my breath.

“If only we could find the notary who has the will, the title would belong to the young master.”

“That’s not certain. You haven’t worked here long so you wouldn’t know, but actually when it comes to bloodline, Miss Belinda is…”

“Shh! Are you trying to get yourself fired?”

“Anyway, she’s a Blanche, so even if she’s not the heir, the inheritance wouldn’t be just a few coins, right? I’m so jealous.”

“Don’t worry about pointless things and just clean.”

That inheritance – I’m quite interested in it too.

I immediately looked through law books, but my expectations dropped significantly.

From what I found out separately, under Kingdom law, an unmarried daughter who doesn’t become the head of the family cannot inherit property above a certain amount.

But even when the rich fall, three generations live well.

Wouldn’t the “little bit” that a golden spoon thinks of be different in amount from the “little bit” that a salaried worker thinks of?

I was heading to the drawing room with such expectations.

Through the window, I could see carriages lined up in front of the manor.

Among them, what caught my attention was a carriage that was completely black – from the wheels to the frame, even the horses.

To be more precise, it was the white vine-entwined shield crest carved on the carriage.

‘Where have I seen that before.’

As an N-time player of 【Hirome】, I pride myself on being well-versed in most settings.

If I can’t remember it this much, it’s probably not important information.

Still, just in case, I was retracing my memory when I opened the door to the drawing room.

All the various noises coming from beyond the door suddenly stopped, and countless people’s gazes pierced into me like arrows.

‘It’s just reading one will, so why are there so many spectators.’

I tried to act nonchalant, straightening my back and heading toward the back where there were fewer people.

“Bell, you came. It feels like it’s been a while since I’ve seen your face.”

If only there hadn’t been a hand reaching out to escort me.

Schubel, dressed neatly, had a sad and tired expression befitting a child who had lost his father.

“I heard you’re getting along well with the new servant you took in. That’s fortunate.”

As for me, I was struggling desperately to resist the urge to punch him the moment I saw Schubel’s face.

This bastard was the one who pushed Leo onto me as my servant.

‘He probably planned to use Leo to damage Belinda’s reputation.’

Given Belinda’s personality, she would never have accepted an uneducated boy as her personal servant.

In fact, in the game she tormented the protagonist, and not only did her reputation suffer, but she was thoroughly marked by her patrons.

‘Even if we don’t get along, still. Using even a child to torment me?’

“You don’t look well. Are you feeling unwell?”

I struck down Schubel’s outstretched hand with my folding fan as hard as I could.

“Ugh.”

Schubel groaned while clutching his hand, but no, I’m not falling for it.

What does reputation matter now? I’ll use this opportunity to raise my synchronization rate.

Belinda hated Schubel so much that she tended to curse first whenever she saw him.

Such an attitude ultimately didn’t help Belinda. Schubel didn’t seem particularly affected either.

I had no intention of being helplessly swayed by the translator like last time. This time I would use the translator.

Aristocratically and elegantly, like the real Belinda.

Swoosh.

After covering my lower face with the smoothly unfolded folding fan, I looked at Schubel with eyes full of contempt.

The maids had gossiped about Schubel’s bloodline and worried that he wouldn’t become the head of the family.

Currently, this was the only weakness of Schubel’s that I knew.

Trusting the translator, I spoke of his weakness.

“How dare a lowly bastard try to lay hands on someone. Are you planning to taint others with your dirty bloodline?”

Whoosh.

The hall became so quiet you could literally hear a pin drop, and cheerful bell sounds that only I could hear rang out.

Synchronization rate increased by +1.

At that moment, Schubel’s face turned bright red, then a terrifying expression was revealed as if a mask had been stripped away.

I instinctively realized.

That I had touched his reverse scale.

And also the hidden circumstances of this dysfunctional family.

‘So this is why the servants worried that I might become the head of the family.’

Insufficient legitimacy.

It seemed there was some problem with Schubel’s or his uncle’s bloodline.

I savored Schubel’s flushed expression to my heart’s content while gently waving my fan.

The commotion was brief, and soon the atmosphere in the drawing room became solemn as a pale-faced elderly man entered.

He seemed to be the Blanche Family’s notary that people had been searching for so desperately.

The notary immediately took out a luxurious rolled scroll from his chest.

After swearing to speak only the truth, he finally unrolled the will.

After reading through a long preamble mixed with legal terms and clearing his throat several times,

“…Therefore, the Marquis title of the Blanche Family is bequeathed to Schubel Blanche.”

He wiped his forehead as if he had finished a long explanation.

Given the occasion, no one raised their voices, but intense excitement filled the drawing room.

Well, it was a natural result if you think about it.

‘Schubel is the Marquis’s legitimate son after all.’

Not particularly surprised, I yawned indifferently.

I don’t care whether that bastard Schubel becomes the head of the family or not. The position of head of a noble family with heavy duties and responsibilities was outside my interest from the beginning.

What’s important to me now is only my share of the inheritance!

Soon the notary continued.

“To Belinda Blanche, 100,000 gold in cash and the eastern annex of the Blanche Estate in the Capital are left as inheritance.”

I quickly calculated in my head.

Let’s see, if the prices are the same as in the game, a commoner’s monthly living expenses would be about 30 gold…

After finishing the calculation in my head, my hands trembled.

Immediately, mocking laughter came from behind.

“Hah. How pathetic.”

“The eastern annex – isn’t that referring to that hideous abandoned house?”

“100,000 gold. She’ll be lucky if it lasts a year.”

These people are really underestimating me, aren’t they? This is trembling from joy!

‘An inheritance that means I don’t have to worry about money for 277 years.’

Wow, you really are generous, Lord Marquis. May you rest in peace!

“Also, three townhouses on Melvet Street in the Northeast of the Capital, partial ownership of Chaber Forest, a famous tourist destination in the Eastern Marchan Domain, and Solichi Beach in the Southern Gortan Domain.”

100,000 gold would be enough to live comfortably and prosperously in the countryside.

“Ownership of Herington Mine in the Northern Baluashten Domain and all contents of the personal vault owned by the previous head of the family.”

Wait, wait, hold on. With this much, couldn’t I even buy a house?

Right, it’s money I can use for a whole 277 years. And that’s just the cash. Of course I could buy a house.

Jackpot. To think I’d just get money to buy a house. Golden spoon jackpot!

“…The above assets are inherited to Belinda Blanche as her marriage dowry.”

A life as a rich unemployed person. It’s like a dream. If I sell all of Belinda’s jewelry on top of this…

‘But why is the atmosphere here like this?’

Before I knew it, the interior of the Drawing Room had become quiet as if frozen.

I, who had been distracted by the 100,000 gold, realized the meaning of that silence a bit later than others.

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Bang.

It was Belinda who flung open the tightly closed Drawing Room door as if to break it.

Seeing her triumphant expression, the servants exchanged glances with each other.

‘What’s with that expression?’

‘Don’t tell me the young lady has inherited the head of house position?’

The noise from inside the Drawing Room reached the ears of those trembling with anxiety.

People were crowding around Schubel to congratulate him. Though everyone’s expressions looked somewhat bitter for some reason.

Then, Belinda’s shoes stopped in front of one servant.

“Hey, potato sprout.”

“Y-yes? M-me?”

The pointed-out Toma froze stiff.

“Yes, you. Right now, move all the furniture and belongings from my room to the largest and finest room in the Annex. If anything gets damaged or goes missing, it’ll be deducted from your wages, so you’d better treat everything more preciously than your own life.”

At the mention of the Annex, the servants’ expressions changed strangely.

They thought that justice had finally been served and this nasty young lady was being banished to the Annex.

It was a complete misstep.

Swept up in the surrounding atmosphere, Toma forgot his past fears and boldly opened his mouth.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry, but that requires the young master’s orders, no, he’s the head of house now, isn’t he? The head of house’s orders…”

Though his voice was trembling terribly, it was enough to provoke Belinda.

However, Toma’s words were crushed as soon as the sound of a fan being lightly opened was heard.

Gracefully waving her folding fan, Belinda smiled elegantly like a flower harboring poison.

“Did I just tell you to bark, you bastard?”

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