The Lady Only Deals With the Real Ones - Chapter 15

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‘The risk is too great to ask directly. The whereabouts of that woman’s ‘grandfather,’ who was the original owner of this shop, are also mysterious.’

Click.

The door on the 2nd floor opened.

Disappointingly, there wasn’t even anything resembling a Rugenot.

But then.

At that moment, the ruby clip flickered.

‘Which direction?’

Tesagh quickly turned his head toward where the light was pointing.

It was toward the entrance leading to the 1st floor.

Which meant?

‘The Rugenot, or Eivor who was touched by the Rugenot’s holy power, only stayed on the 1st floor.’

He had confirmed it twice. Eivor had definitely come here.

But when?

‘Checking the ledger would be the fastest method. That bastard Eivor wouldn’t have come here without any business.’

Recalling that there had been no safe or cabinet on his way down, Tesagh headed toward the counter.

Usually important things are kept at the counter.

However, Tesagh, who had been walking without hesitation, stopped short when he looked under the counter.

A woman was curled up lying there.

‘Why is she here?’

Had she fainted? Was she confined?

Tesagh rubbed his face dry and examined her, then let out a sigh.

“…”

She was sleeping.

Tesagh had no way of knowing why the woman was sleeping under the counter.

While searching for the ledger, Tesagh discovered its location and couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Well, I’ll be.”

She was using it as a pillow.

This made all the magic-stopping artifacts and safe-cracking tools completely useless.

There was no way to extract that thick ledger without waking the sleeping person, so this was the ultimate security strategy.

After staring for a moment at the woman who was sleeping soundly using the hard book ledger as a pillow, Tesagh concluded there was nothing more to gain.

He was about to turn and leave when he noticed a small bundle of papers under the counter.

Transaction records perhaps?

‘No, this is…’

Good morning! This is the 2nd floor, and if you go to the 1st floor, there’s a kitchen right below!

Go to the kitchen first, not anywhere else!

(I know you’re suspicious, so I’m telling you – you can trust me)

Wow, you made it! Clap clap clap! Open the cupboard with this note attached!

The color looks strange, right? But you must drink it. After drinking, check the right drawer – there’s a gift!

Ta-da, it’s candy!

These were memo papers that clearly showed each letter had been pressed down hard while writing.

He couldn’t tell when, why, or for what reason they were written, but one thing seemed clear.

‘These aren’t for herself.’

These were notes written for someone else.

Just as Tesagh finished reading through the memos and was putting them back in their place.

“No…”

The woman groaned in distress. Curled up tightly, clutching her necklace.

“It’s my fault. Please don’t do that. Don’t take me away, please no.”

It was a pitiful and sorrowful voice.

Unusually at a loss, Tesagh stood frozen.

What was she saying no to? What kind of dream was she having to be so heartbroken?

Unable to cry properly, the woman who had been swallowing her sobs suddenly went limp.

“No, Grandfather…”

Even after the woman’s voice faded, Tesagh didn’t move for a while.

***

2nd Street Hotel.

Hugo’s aide looked bewildered at the count who had first sent some painting to the pawnshop and was now packing his luggage himself.

He had done as instructed, but why did they have to leave so hastily at this late hour?

“You heard it too, didn’t you! We don’t know when he might come barging in here, so we must leave quickly!”

“Um, Count. You keep saying I should have heard it, but actually… I didn’t hear anything at all.”

“What? Is there something wrong with your ears?”

“I just saw you sitting down, standing up, slipping, and running out.”

“Can’t you keep your mouth shut?! Why are you bringing up such things?”

Hugo’s face turned bright red as he fumed.

“Ah! Well! Even if Uncle has other schemes, what could he possibly do with just that one painting! Right?”

The aide reluctantly agreed, not wanting to upset his superior.

“R-right. And it was just an insignificant small painting too.”

“Exactly! Besides, did I write a power of attorney? Did I say I’d hand over all my assets? Uncle still can’t do anything, so there’s no problem at all! Moreover.”

Hugo waved his gloved hand.

“Just in case, didn’t I even wear gloves! So even if he had planned to use my fingerprints, it would be impossible!”

That was indeed an undeniable fact even for the aide.

After greeting Hugo who urged him to pack quickly if he understood, the aide walked out thinking.

‘Well, yeah. He’s making a fuss about hearing strange sounds, but he was only in there for a few minutes.’

What could possibly happen?

***

“Somehow my dreams were very unsettling.”

It seemed like a bad dream, but I can’t remember it.

Could it be because of the ‘worst memory’ magic? No. I drank holy water, so there shouldn’t be any effect.

‘I have bad dreams even without magic.’

Stretching my stiff back, I tilted my head at the flower petal that had fallen on the blanket.

“Huh? Why is this here? This was in the attic.”

Did I not finish cleaning?

After habitually checking the safe and confirming nothing was wrong, I roughly put the petal in a drawer and checked the time. There were still a few hours left until opening.

Which meant?

“It’s the perfect time to go to the bank.”

Central Bank of the Capital.

I tried to head straight to the VIP area.

“Excuse me, customer.”

However, an employee blocked my way.

“That area is the VIP section.”

“Yes, I know.”

“It means it’s an area for handling business for nobles and wealthy magnates.”

So basically, I clearly don’t look like a noble or a wealthy magnate, is that it?

I smiled brightly at the employee who was blatantly looking me up and down and replied.

“Yes, of course I know that too.”

“If you know that, then why are you doing this?”

“Well, because that area is for me.”

The employee who checked the documents I thrust forward turned pale.

“I’m here to handle Count Hugo Rionet’s business?”

“Uh, um, so that means…”

“Yes, you were quite rude, weren’t you?”

I cut off his words with a bright smile and turned around, heading toward the VIP area.

‘Non-nobles must live such miserable lives.’

Strictly speaking, I’m also a ‘noble’ since I’m Duke Rionet’s granddaughter, but if this kind of discrimination is how they treat people, I don’t need it.

This is why bastards like Hugo get all high and mighty thinking they’re something special.

Grumbling internally, I walked quickly and arrived in front of the banker.

“Welcome, what brings you here today?”

“I’d like to inquire about Hugo Rionet’s account. Oh, his title is Count. His territory is Parnon.”

Cough.

The banker, flustered by my audacity of not only getting straight to business but also calling the Count without honorifics, forced a smile and asked.

“Excuse me, but what is your relationship to Count Hugo Rionet?”

“We’re relatives.”

Though I never agreed to it. I swallowed the rest internally.

“Uh, um, yes, I see. However, just because you’re relatives doesn’t mean you can inquire about his account…”

“Yes, I can’t just inquire out of nowhere. But there is a way, isn’t there?”

I also looked into how those people managed to inquire about Grandfather’s assets.

I took out what I had prepared.

“This is a power of attorney signed by Hugo Rionet.”

The 《Property Transfer Agreement》 that Hugo had brought.

I had slipped carbon paper underneath it.

The thickness would have definitely felt different, but Hugo, who was half out of his mind from the sound of the mace at the time, probably didn’t notice.

That’s how I got my hands on a power of attorney with his signature.

“Let me play you what he said when he delegated authority to me. This is his own voice.”

Click, I turned on the magic pen and Hugo’s voice flowed out.

“Count Hugo Rionet. You were the one who proposed first and delegated authority to me. Isn’t that right?”

“I get it already!”

The banker, who had been rolling his eyes while comparing it with the voice stored in the system, awkwardly spoke up.

“Yes, I’ve confirmed both the power of attorney and the voice. However, to substitute for the seal, one more condition is needed, so I’m sorry but…”

“Ah, you mean the fingerprint?”

Yesterday Hugo had come wearing gloves.

For me, who had been thinking of obtaining his fingerprints, it was a setback.

But then I remembered something.

“Here it is.”

I grinned and pulled something out of my bag to hand over.

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