Since It's My First Time Being a Lady, I'll Cause Some Trouble - Chapter 17

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This Will Be My First Time as a Lady, So I’ll Make Some Mistakes – Episode 17
To lay a hand on the Lady’s body without permission was absurd.
Though she wasn’t the Lady anymore, it remained an outrageous demand.
“Why should my guest accede to such a disrespectful request?”
Tatio made no effort to hide his displeasure.
It wasn’t as though any real affection or camaraderie had grown between us. There was barely a thread of loyalty binding us together.
It was simply what ought to be done.
Setting aside that it was fiction, I was a foreign noblewoman. One that he, as a member, had vouched for.
To subject me to a body search and inspection of my belongings as though I were a thief made no sense whatsoever.
It wasn’t just an insult to me—it was a direct slight to Tatio, who had guaranteed my credentials.
“My apologies. However, disturbing rumors have circulated of late, and we’ve found ourselves forced to implement new protocols.”
The attendant spoke with cold dignity, his composure utterly unmoved.
“How curious. A preposterous new rule emerges, yet no one seems to object to it.”
Tatio gestured with one finger toward the hall beyond the corridor.
“There appear to be quite a few people inside, wouldn’t you say? Either my hearing has failed me, or the club is genuinely busy tonight. I’m inclined to believe the latter. Or perhaps I’ve become the new exception to your rule?”
His hearing was fine. I could hear the murmur of voices from the hall beyond as well.
‘A club attendant wouldn’t bar entry without some serious transgression.’
Had someone actually warranted expulsion, they would be stripped of membership on the spot, not sent away with some clumsy lie.
Yet they’d been admitting people freely, and now suddenly they were turning Tatio away?
‘Something stinks. Something stinks.’
There was a definite, suspicious smell to whatever was happening inside these walls.
“Truly, I apologize. I understand your inconvenience, but I must ask for your forbearance—for the sake of our other guests.”
The attendant refused to yield to Tatio’s protest.
‘This is awkward.’
It was strange that someone would keep pushing their way in despite being politely but firmly told to leave. From the club’s perspective, it made no sense.
These nobles—whose pride was their only substance—didn’t grudgingly depart when offended; they were desperate to get inside.
If this confrontation stretched on much longer, Penri’s cronies might catch wind of it.
‘They could destroy evidence or move to another hideaway.’
We exchanged a glance at the exact same moment.
I pulled out the business card I’d hidden in my pocket and slipped it between my fingers.
“How dare you treat my guest so poorly. From this day forward, I shall never set foot in this place again!”
Tatio raised his voice with deliberate indignation, loud enough to carry into the inner hall.
In that same instant, I drove a Hand Strike into the neck of the attendant who didn’t look particularly sorry at all.
As he crumpled to his knees, I caught sight of another attendant beyond him, his face turning pale.
“Wh-what—!”
His cry died in his throat before it could properly form.
The business card I’d flicked from between my fingers had struck his throat squarely.
I quickly grabbed his neck and drove a fist straight into the center of his face.
I heard something crack, but it wasn’t mine, so it didn’t concern me.
Having incapacitated both men in a heartbeat, I turned back to Tatio with considerable satisfaction.
“Good thing there were only two of them. Much more than that and this could’ve gotten messy. Now help me move these and—why are you looking at me like that?”
Had my performance been so impressive? He was staring at me with a vacant expression.
“What’s wrong? Move!”
“Why did you attack them?”
At Tatio’s nonsensical question, I nearly shot him out of sheer exasperation.
“You signaled me to.”
“When did I ever?”
What on earth was this man talking about?
“When we locked eyes just now! You made a gesture for me to take them out while you distracted them.”
I spoke sharply, eyes flashing.
But Tatio only looked even more bewildered.
“I meant for us to leave! I was planning to threaten them—say we’d spread the word or move our business elsewhere—to try and persuade them to let us through. If that didn’t work, we’d slip back outside and sneak in through another entrance.”
“Are you an idiot?”
I had a condition where I couldn’t use formal speech with actual fools.
“You thought you could infiltrate this way so easily? If these people had any interest in doing business today, they never would’ve picked a fight with us in the first place. And if the back entrances were accessible, why would I have asked for your help?”
Typical of a well-bred aristocrat. His thinking was naive and simplistic. I genuinely wondered how he’d ever obtained the title of court viscount.
Maybe this country really is destined to fall. If I’d known it would come to this, I should’ve come alone from the start.
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Tatio—or rather, Jeok Mu-wol—was a prominent client at the social clubs scattered throughout Toglo’s streets.
Unlike ordinary nobles who frequented only one or two establishments, he maintained memberships at numerous clubs.
It had cost a considerable sum, but for a prince, the expense was hardly ruinous.
Finding nobles willing to serve as his patrons proved effortless as well. Play the fool convincingly enough, and similar types simply gravitated toward him of their own accord.
Consequently, public opinion of Tatio steadily declined, as did expectations for his future.
Yet it seemed that merely performing the role of a wastrel did not necessarily seal one’s fate to become one.
One day, a peculiar undercurrent began to flow through the social club he frequented.
Centered around Penri, the Emperor’s illegitimate son and marquis.
At first, he thought little of it. He assumed it was simply some plausible business venture with other nobles.
Until he heard the treason plot with his own ears.
It was a night when Tatio had lingered past closing time at the Omerta Club, drunk and drowsy at a table. When he finally stirred awake, the establishment was empty.
His body had slumped beneath the table, his legs stretched across the floor while his torso lay buried in the sofa—which explained why his companions had failed to notice him before leaving.
As he slowly tried to sit up, he heard the murmur of voices approaching.
To spare himself the embarrassment of discovery, Tatio resolved to remain motionless until they passed.
‘Penri does a decent enough impression of the Emperor. But his head’s far too light to wear the crown.’
‘Which is precisely why we’ll use him. For our purposes, a fool with weaknesses is far more useful than someone genuinely competent.’
‘It’s all I can do not to laugh when he occasionally forgets and addresses himself as the true sovereign.’
The two men departed, chuckling to themselves, oblivious to their audience beneath the sofa.
The shock hit him like a physical blow.
When he reported the discovery to the Emperor and Crown Prince, their response was dismissal. They assumed the scandal-prone wastrel was fabricating stories about his brother to draw attention from his stepfather and elder sibling.
Trust and expectation are proportional to one another.
In other words, Tatio’s words carried no credibility.
Not even when they concerned something as grave as treason.
He’d considered telling the Empress as well, but found his voice failing him. She grew acutely sensitive whenever anything related to the Imperial Throne was involved.
‘And she’d find some way to implicate my brother in this mess, no matter what.’
She harbored an instinctive dislike of the Crown Prince—not because he was the previous Empress’s son, but because something about him rubbed her the wrong way.
Given her temperament, she might easily distort the facts, causing bloodshed in all the wrong quarters while the actual rebellion went unchecked.
With no other recourse, he confided only in Dante. Mercifully, Dante believed him.
‘I need to find concrete evidence before it’s too late.’
Through Dante, he commissioned the Resolution Guild—renowned throughout the empire—to procure proof of the conspiracy, but no word had come back.
Unable to wait indefinitely, Tatio began frequenting the club daily to gather intelligence himself. Yet no useful information surfaced.
To make matters worse, some hotheaded woman had shown up asking for entry to the club, mentioning Penri and requesting his assistance.
‘Since my face is known, I thought she might actually uncover something useful. But bringing her along feels like a mistake now.’
His anxiety had led him to act rashly, or so it seemed.
When the club’s doorman mentioned a body search, Tatio saw the perfect opportunity to cut ties with Ulfina.
One careless move could drag them all into serious trouble—not just her, but the entire Netzer Clan. Sending her home was the wisest course for everyone.
He’d deliberately made a show of leaving the club.
His plan was to talk her down gently once she followed him out, then send her home as intended.
‘After that, I’ll have Dante commission the other guilds as well.’
That’s exactly what he’d meant to do.
Until that woman incapacitated two grown men in a single breath.

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