My Youngest Keeps Bringing Home Male Leads - Chapter 11

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Chapter 11
Fear.
Or perhaps exhilaration.
A fortune so vast she’d never imagined it could exist—and it was all hers.
It didn’t feel real.
‘Where do I even start?’
There was so much she wanted to do, so much she had to do.
Her mind felt ready to burst with thought upon thought.
Just as the weight of it all threatened to crush her.
Agnes steadied herself.
‘Don’t panic. I have duties to attend to right now.’
As the one who represented this Mansion, she had to receive her guests properly.
‘I need to hire people. Maids, servants.’
‘But you won’t have enough money to employ people for long, will you?’
That was precisely why Kesenor had created the Vault.
As Agnes brought a pouch and began filling it with Gold Coins, Silmare examined the Vault that Kesenor had made.
She peered at it with suspicion, placed her hand over the Magical Circle, and even tried to slip inside alongside Agnes when she opened it—but……
Thump.
The Vault accepted only Agnes.
Silmare bounced back as though she’d struck a wall.
Kesenor let out a quiet laugh at the sight.
“It would take several high-level mages days of effort to crack it. After all, it’s Magic that I—the Tower Master of Celesta—have woven into it.”
“Hmph.”
Silmare’s eyebrows twitched as if amused by the claim.
When they came upstairs to the first floor, Alfred was waiting.
“Have you completed your business?”
“Yes. The money is quite generous.”
Not merely generous—enough to build a palace, if one wished.
And yet Alfred shook his head once more.
“But Miss Agnes, even with abundant funds, no one will come to work in our Territory.”
“Why not?”
Agnes began to reply, then the reason dawned on her, and shame flooded her cheeks.
“I understand. No one will trust us.”
“Yes. Our House’s reputation is far too damaged. Even if money suddenly appeared, they won’t believe it.”
From behind, a low cough sounded.
She turned her head, and there was Kesenor, stepping forward yet again.
His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, holding Agnes’s reflection entirely within them as he murmured.
“What if I offered you my guarantee?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Your Grace?”
Agnes and Alfred’s eyes widened in shock.
But Kesenor merely nodded with an air of ease, as though it were nothing.
“With my reputation as Duke of Celesta, finding workers should be no difficulty.”
At that, both of them immediately began to protest.
“That won’t do! You mustn’t speak of something so important so carelessly!”
“That’s right. Forgive my boldness, but you cannot give your guarantee so lightly! How can you trust us so much as to speak of something so dangerous?”
“Alfred, your voice is too loud!”
Agnes rebuked him sternly, yet kept glancing at Kesenor’s expression, checking it again and again.
As though she truly believed he shouldn’t do this.
Kesenor offered a bitter smile.
The way the two of them spoke over each other seemed oddly familiar to him.
‘For a mere servant to meddle as though it were his own affair—was this the custom of the Laberose House?’
In other circumstances, he would have rebuked Alfred for his presumption.
Yet the thought didn’t even cross his mind.
Perhaps because of this, his voice that followed sounded almost like he was soothing a child.
“I’m merely offering you my Status Guarantee. And even if I were to lend you money, I’m confident I wouldn’t be cheated of it.”
“But we don’t know how things will turn out—you shouldn’t decide so rashly.”
“Above all, we cannot predict how the world will perceive it. Are you truly certain about this?”
“Yes—the rumors will spread that the House of Celesta has taken notice of us!”
“All the better, then. Fear of my House’s name alone will keep them from treating you poorly.”
Of course, rumors could easily attach themselves to such an arrangement.
But the more they spread, the narrower Agnes’s choices would become.
‘She might have no choice but to select me out of desperation.’
That was perhaps why Alfred was being so bluntly insistent in his objections.
He was worried some scandal might touch the young lady he served.
With all the more eagerness, Kesenor set about persuading them both.
“I have complete faith in Agnes’s integrity. I’m certain she’ll take great care to keep this arrangement as temporary as possible.”
Silmare, standing behind them, clicked her tongue—so briefly it was almost inaudible.
Merely Celesta’s pet, and yet.
How amusing that he kept trying to catch her eye.
The earlier situation had been unavoidable, perhaps, but not this time.
She had to intervene.
“I shall accompany her as well.”
“Pardon? You as well, Silmare?”
Silmare’s expression was full of certainty as she spoke with perfect composure.
“The news that I’m staying at Agnes’s mansion should prove helpful, wouldn’t it?”
“Ah, well…….”
Everyone fell silent for a moment.
A thousand years had already passed since non-human races ceased to venture beyond their prescribed domains.
If word spread that a fairy—nearly legendary in nature—was residing at the Laberose mansion…….
‘Wouldn’t that draw an inordinate amount of unwanted attention?’
Unaware of what Agnes was actually worried about.
Silmare stepped closer, lifted Agnes’s hand, and brushed her lips against it as she whispered.
“My Agnes.”
Alfred’s eyes sharpened in an instant.
Though she couldn’t possibly miss that, Silmare continued unbothered, meeting Agnes’s gaze directly.
“I wish to help you in whatever way I can. Please, allow me to offer whatever small assistance I’m able.”
“But I was the one who spoke of helping first.”
Kesenor couldn’t remain silent either.
As he tried to interject again, Silmare simply blocked him with her own body.
Kesenor was tall, certainly, but she was Fairy Race.
Naturally, she stood taller than any human.
He wanted to protest that it was childish, but doing so would only make himself look foolish.
Giving up on how to respond, Kesenor merely exhaled a thin sigh.
Agnes stood frozen, staring at the scene.
She was so flustered she didn’t know what to do, and yet…….
‘I’m actually… happy.’
Embarrassed by the realization, Agnes hurried to cover her mouth with both hands.
When she thought about it, she had always carried every burden alone.
There were people who helped her, of course, but usually they were employees like Alfred, and even the assistance offered by the House of Valdemar was never something she could accept with an easy heart.
She had always felt even that to be more than she deserved.
This offer from the two of them to help was no different.
Agnes drew a sharp breath and pushed away the quiet joy accumulating in her chest.
‘It’s just finding household help, after all.’
She steadied herself with difficulty.
No matter how she looked at it, this wasn’t something worthy of such rivalry.
It was far too trivial, too personal a matter.
“No, truly. This is something I must do without either of your help.”
She steadied her voice as much as she could and refused them with a firm manner, but.
Silmare laughed and pulled Agnes’s hand toward her.
“Agnes.”
“Yes, Silmare?”
“I have no doubt that the Blessing of the World Tree travels with you, and yet haven’t you endured many hardships until now?”
“That’s…….”
Unable to continue, Agnes felt Silmare’s lips brush against the back of her hand once more.
“Life brings unforeseen misfortune and fortune alike. Would you not permit me to be your fortune in this moment?”
Agnes lost the ability to speak and met his gaze.
We only just met today.
She wanted to object in that manner, but his eyes—water-blue—held a weight and depth of color that made such a protest impossible.
This was no casual falsehood, but sincere feeling from the depths of his heart itself.
And above all, he couldn’t deny what he was saying.
Because it was true.
Every single day truly felt like an ordeal. The constant struggle to endure wore her down.
If only she’d been alone—without a brother, without a father, without debts—wouldn’t she have been able to manage somehow?
When she’d even lost Amy, she wanted to cast it all aside and simply collapse.
So when a complete stranger appeared before her like some miraculous stroke of fortune…
Wasn’t it all right to accept this kindness?
While she wrestled with the thought, Alfred spoke up carefully.
“Er, forgive me, but are the two of you planning to stay here long?”
No matter how he looked at it, the bearing of both visitors was decidedly unusual.
He’d assumed they were of high station and would depart shortly.
Yet somehow it seemed both of them wanted to become deeply entangled with Agnes.
‘Surely not? It’s probably just my nerves.’
Unaware of Alfred’s desire to dismiss the ominous premonition that stabbed at his heart, the two of them answered without waiting to see who would speak first.
Both spoke simultaneously.
“Possibly.”
“For the time being.”

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