Berlin: The Writer Lives the Life of a Time Limited Villain - Chapter 23

After confirming that Redross was moving away, she slowly approached the Marquis, who was sitting alone in a place that was not easily seen by others.

This winter will be harsh for the Duchy, but it will be harsh for the whole country. Somehow it was necessary to seek cooperation in advance.

Can the upcoming war be prevented? She felt as if she had suddenly found the answer to that question.

What is interesting is that the old marquis, who is not paying attention to anyone here, is the big hand who controls the commercial district of this country.

He is the Marquis of Jasper, a representative figure who later helped the female and male protagonists. Accessing that person’s network was the biggest task in the first place. His social club contained not only family traditions, but also influential people who could move the whole country on their own.

Brelin needed their help. Above all, to prevent a civil war that may arise in the near future.

No matter how much they knew about the bad news about Brelin, when they saw her beautiful face and figure, the stupid young nobles hesitated without realizing it.

However, those who really value tradition and honor, and Jesper, an old-timer who is known for being the most strict and stubborn among them, did not even look at Brelin when he approached him. Rather, as she approached, he even lifted himself and stood up, displeased.

But Brelin said that as he stroked his mustache and gave her an overtly dissatisfied expression, she made him face her, and she smiled at him.

“Hello, Marquis Jasper.”

Marquis Jasper frowned at her gentle tone, which couldn’t be spoken to him.

“I have nothing to do with you.”

“I know. But now you’re going to have something to do. I will be able to help the Marquis.”

“What do you mean? I’m not interested in anything like your help.”

Brelin smiled a little more sarcastically.

“I am well aware that there are minor troubles in the Marquis’ house these days. I heard the precious metals keep disappearing though?”

Jasper was startled and almost ripped off his hair. It was a fact that no one should know. Obviously, there were only a few people in the family who knew this, and he had them thoroughly regulated.

Jasper glanced around him.

Fortunately, no one seemed to be listening to their conversation yet. He stared at the innocent-looking woman with her pink hair. If she was going to threaten him with that kind of information, it’s no big deal. But he wondered how she got her hands on that information.

“… Where did you hear that rumor?”

“Because I have ears, and everywhere I go, there is a mouth.”

She felt strange as she listened to Brelin, properly dressed in her dignified attire, quoting sentences from a famous play. He felt like he was dealing with a well-educated, decent lady.

“I hope you don’t say anything strange and tell me the truth.”

“I just wanted to help, Marquis. Those jewels. Among them, there are tokens that the Marquis must never, never lose. Your Majesty entrusted… .”

“Hey, what the hell are you talking about!”

That was true. When he first heard that the jewels were disappearing in the house, he just thought there must be some thieves. However, the king entrusted him the gift he would send to the neighboring country, and the necklace of the craftsman Kanin, a craftsman who said to him, that anyone in the world would definitely want to have, disappeared while leaving it on his desk for a while as he saw it in the sun.

He had yet to tell anyone because he had a headache. How the hell did you find that out?

The Marquis did an amazing job of screaming with as little noise as possible, and looked around once more. No one was paying any attention to the two of them yet, but if this conversation got longer, someone was sure to come to them.

Before he spoke again, she said, smiling again, closing her eyes as if Brelin had reassured him.

“I know where it is, Marquis.”

“What do you mean?”

“If I tell you where, please grant me one small wish.”

What Brelin was talking about right now was something she shouldn’t have known. Now the Marquis didn’t know how much to trust that snarky woman. If it wasn’t her who stole it, how the hell did sheu know about this incident and where the necklace went?

Moreover, it was a story that his common sense couldn’t quite comprehend that he would relying on a woman who had neither culture nor knowledge, born into a poor family.

He pounded the floor with his cane as if dissatisfied.

“What if I don’t agree to it?”

Brelin shrugged her shoulders lightly.

“In that case, I have nothing more to say. But my request is really trivial, don’t you think the Marquis really needs that necklace?”

“But I don’t want to hear any more of an uneducated human like you telling stories you don’t know where they came from… .”

Brelin pulled her lips and smiled. The Marquis thought her green eyes were twinkling.

“If you don’t like it,there is nothing I can do”

The fluttering, long white skirt turned back. It caught his eye that small ribbons and laces adorned with pink covered the top of the skirt.

As she took one, two, three steps away, the mind of her marquis was a mess. But in the end, the scales in his mind leaned toward her. Whether that woman is a thief or not, we must first hear the story. He couldn’t sleep properly because of this right now.

“Wait a minute.”

Brelin seemed to have expected her to say that, and she naturally turned her back and stepped closer to him.

“Oh, didn’t you say that talking with me was unpleasant in itself?”

“Because there is nothing to lose by hearing your condition.”

She knows that the Marquis is showing her maximum patience now, and that she’s relinquishing her self-esteem to the fullest, and Brelin smiled inwardly, though she didn’t show it on the outside. Anyway, this old man was also quite stubborn.

“All I need is just… It’s just that you add me in the social club Desperados.”

She smiled softly, and her words were not in any way a light condition. He furrowed his expression.

First of all, it’s surprising. I thought he’d ask for some money, but a social club.

She felt that she was clever enough to pinpoint a social club she could introduce herself to. All other members of the club had filled the number of people they could introduce. But that’s nonsense.

How the hell did you find out about the secret club?

I knew that this woman’s family came from a very wealthy family, but with that money, does she have a guild that runs a tremendous amount of information?

However, the social club itself was created to bring educated and wealthy men to use each other’s networks.

It wasn’t a place for this woman to intervene, and he couldn’t afford to suddenly introduce a rookie like her, who had never graduated from a proper institution. Because she married well, she barely achieved the status of a duke… .

Maybe her husband could have come in. Had it not been for her fortune she could be in that position.

The Marquis let out a long moan and arranged his gray hair.

“Why? Don’t you like it?”

Brelin grabbed a handful of her pink hair, and then let it go gently. The marquis glared at it with a distressed look. I didn’t like her relaxed attitude at all. He never failed to gain an upper hand in conversation with anyone. Whoever started off with him.

“Why do you want that?”

“If you don’t like it, I don’t even need to tell you.”

“… sigh.”

“You don’t like it?”

The marquis tried hard to think.

No matter how noble a promise is, it is said that it is directly related to honor and must be kept. And if you can find out the right whereabouts, it’s good luck, but if you can’t find out, there’s no need to listen to it, so there’s nothing to lose.

He looked at Brelin once and nodded, who had a cheeky attitude that seemed to leave again if he said no.

“Do you agree?”

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“Nobles… .”

“Nobles live by honor and die by dignity, and they never say a word. Right?”

After seeing the laughter of a woman who knew how to quote the philosopher literally, she gave a small laugh. It seemed he started liking this daring woman for a little bit.

“You are not a woman with very little culture. Yeah, I’ll keep my promise if I really find out where those things are. But you wouldn’t know that… .”

“Is there an unused wooden building in the backyard of the Marquis? A building  used in the summer. It is a two-story building that is not used at all now.”

“What?”

“Find it there. I will be there.”

He wanted to ask how she knew there was such a small building, but he didn’t want to open her mouth to ask the question again, because all the stories she had told so far were full of unbelievable things.

“I see.”

“It sure is there.”

Sounds exactly the same.

It was a nonsensical story anyway. If you say this woman stole it, I’d rather believe it, but it’s in my house? And in such a sloppy place?

I wasted my time talking nonsense. Marquis Jasper snorted inwardly.