The S-Class Hunter Doesn't Want To Be A Villainous Princess - Chapter 17

So, if she go back to the start of all this, it went like this.

"So, you want to throw a party?"

Renee secretly called Cyril into her room and started the conversation.

Expecting that his sister might have come to her senses and reflected on her actions, Cyril clicked his tongue.

She's still not in her right mind.

"Yes. As soon as possible, and as grand as possible."

"Did you really leave your mind at the Duke's residence?"

Cyril shook his head with a bored look on his face. It was clear that Renee had not just changed, but had lost her mind.

Otherwise, she wouldn't want to throw a party at this time.

"Hey. No matter how crazy you are, a party at this time is a bit too much."

"Why? I didn't kill anyone, did I?"

"Just because you didn't stab someone with a knife doesn't mean you didn't kill them."

"No."

"What?"

"I didn't kill anyone."

"But in Lianne's will...."

"That was manipulated."

Renee put down her teacup and sighed.

"Who would manipulate something like that?"

"The real culprit who really killed her must have manipulated it."

"I was trying to help you as much as I could, but if you keep saying such nonsense, I-"

"Read this diary."

She handed the diary to Cyril. And she sipped her tea until Cyril finished reading it. Cyril read it with a skeptical look on his face. Renee was a bit nervous.

Showing the diary to Cyril was a risk. If he didn't believe it even after seeing this, she was planning to convince him by force if necessary.

If words don't work, use your fists.

"...Is this real?"

"Yes. It's all real."

But whether Cyril was not such a bad person, his face was dark. He seemed to be trying to believe the contents of the diary.

"If this is really true, why haven't you told us until now?"

"Would you have believed me if I had?"

"Of course...!"

Cyril stopped there and closed his mouth again. He probably wouldn't have believed it. He had been like that all along.

The decision for Cyril to trust Renee was not a long time ago. Even now, he didn't fully believe her.

He only believed that Renee had changed somewhat, but he didn't deny the evil deeds she had committed over the years.

"Even though our brother hates you, he couldn't do anything to you because of the name Marchius. Our father gave up on you from the start."

Cyril said, clutching the diary tightly. Renee silently listened to his words.

"But I'm different from our brother and father. I don't care if the person who betrayed me is my sister or a Marchius. I will never forgive you."

"Cyril."

Renee looked at Cyril's crumpled face.

This world really drove even children into a swamp of distrust.

"Even if you hold a grudge, I'm not scared."

"You!"

Cyril flared up and stood up abruptly. His face was red with shame.

But Renee laughed and pressed his shoulder down to sit him back down. Ah, a child.

"Why are you so strong? You-"

"I'm sorry for teasing you. And, thank you."

Only then did Cyril, who had been cursing, shut his mouth.

Renee adjusted his shoulder and continued her words.

"I know it's still hard to believe everything. That's why I want to throw a party. To prove what I'm saying."

"Hey, what power do I have? Only our father or brother can throw a party of the scale you're talking about. At most, I can only have a tea party or a small gathering."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"We're both from the Duke's family, why can't we?"

"Well...."

Cyril mumbled.

Well, 'Because our father cherishes our brother much more than us.' would be the truthful answer,

He didn't want to admit it.

Cyril hated acknowledging his brother more than death.

"And our brother can't just throw a party either. Our father hates wasting money. So our brother could only throw such a party when he reached the mastery level of sword expert."

Renee explained the scale of the party she wanted to throw to Cyril. Call all the nobles in the Capital, and if possible, all the local lords as well.

If they have a name, even the knights. Send invitations to all the Imperial family.

This was almost something that could only be done at the Duke’s birthday banquet.

"Cyril."

"What."

"You honestly hate Ante, don't you?"

"...."

Renee poked Cyril's side with a wicked smile. Cyril, embarrassed at being caught off guard, held his head high.

"Don't poke me!"

"I'll teach that bastard Ante a lesson."

[Cyril Marchius's favorability increases by 10.]

This guy is really simple too. Renee chuckled in disbelief.

But Cyril, unaware of the true meaning of her laughter, got angry.

"How are you going to teach him a lesson!"

"Hey. Didn't you see me? How I give a good hit to that knight?"

"I saw that, but...."

Cyril reluctantly agreed. But it was still not enough.

Ante was like an insurmountable wall to Cyril.

Cyril was certainly a talented swordsman, but Ante surpassed him.

Even in the history of the Duke of Marchius, he was quite a talented son.

"Still, it's impossible. What can't be done can't be done."

"You're boring. You're out too. You."

"Hey! It's not that I don't want to, it's that I can't!"

Renee leaned back in her chair as if she was annoyed.

Anyway, neither this guy nor that guy is helpful.

"Wait. What did you say was the reason why did our father allow Ante to throw a party?"

"He advanced to the mastery level of sword expert?"

"Yes. That. Is that a guaranteed party?"

Renee's eyes sparkled so much that Cyril looked at her as if she was strange.

Did she get amnesia? Why can't she remember this?

"Well, if it's that level, our father would probably allow it. It's a big event."

"Why didn't you have one?"

"Because I'm only at the intermediate level!"

Cyril blushed and shouted.

It was already a sensitive issue, and Renee was poking at his sore spot, making him even angrier.

Cyril had been stuck at the intermediate level for four years and was under tremendous stress.

Of course, reaching the intermediate level at his age was already a great achievement, but in the Duke's family, there was a precedent called Ante, so comparison was inevitable.

[The <Queen of Waves and Healing> advises you not to torment the child.]

However, Renee, who didn't know his speed, tilted her head once and answered.

"Then we have the answer."

"Answer? What answer?"

Cyril asked her back with half curiosity and half anxiety. It's strange. Why does my spine feel cold and my head feel dizzy?

"You know."

Renee, with a bright smile, grabbed Cyril's arms.

[The <Lord of Vicious Blood> grins evilly!]

"Do you want to do that, like reaching the mastery level or something?"

[The <Queen of Waves and Healing> shakes her head vigorously.]

[The <Emperor of Temptation> licks his lips at the sight of the sacrificial lamb!]

***

After a while, in the grand mansion of the aristocrat in the Capital, 

an extraordinary party was taking place.

The scale of the party was so impressive that everyone's eyes widened in awe.

"Even if the rich lose their fortune, they say that the third generation will still be wealthy. It seems like they really have a lot of money."

"But it's the 'Marchius' we're talking about. Of course, they must be overflowing with money."

"They haven't even gone bankrupt yet."

"The Marchius must have worked hard and saved up. One bottle of alcohol is equivalent to a year's living expenses for commoners."

However, not everyone looked at the party with admiration. Most of them viewed the party with disdain.

"Wasn't the Marchius supposed to be in a period of self-restraint?"

"But well, there shouldn't be any legal issues, right?"

"Whether it's audacity or genuine confidence, who knows."

"But is it really true?"

Then, someone lowered their voice.

"You mean that rumor? The rumor that Lady Marchius knows a certain method."

"Did everyone come here after hearing that rumor?"

While pretending not to, everyone looked towards Renee. Wondering if the rumor was true.

"But it's Renee Marchius herself, not someone else. Can Marchius' reputation allow for such a method?"

"It's probably another scam. She's not just a woman who has done crazy things a couple of times."

And two people were standing apart from both sides, not getting involved.

It was Ishir and Cedin. People looked at them with curious eyes.

The combination of the two was not so rare, but the fact that they were in the 'Duke of Marchius' mansion' was the problem.

"Your Highness, what brings you here?"

Finally, a young lady gathered the courage to approach them and asked a question that no one dared to ask.

Ishir almost showed his disgust for a moment, but before the young lady noticed, he suppressed it and answered.

"Lady Marchius invited us."

"What? But... Your Highness, you never... "

He never comes to Renee Marchius' party.

The pitiful young lady couldn't continue her sentence, so she trailed off.

"Renee is going through a difficult time. She needs support, doesn't she?"

"Well, yes. But..."

"Is there a problem, Young Lady?"

"No, not at all! I apologize for my rudeness."

"No, it's fine. But if it's okay, could you make way? I have something to discuss with Anshirad regarding the investigation."

"Of course, Your Highness."

In the end, the young lady fled to another place as if running away.

Those who watched the scene comforted themselves, saying that they would remember the sacrifice of that young lady. But what they truly remembered was something else.

'Your Highness just called Lady Marchius Renee, right?'

'I heard it clearly with my own two ears!'

They quickly caught on.

There was an interesting secret hidden in this party. However, they didn't make the same mistake as the previous young lady.

They planned to observe from beneath the surface.

There was no need to openly provoke the Crown Prince and make him look bad, right?

"Cedin!"

"Ah, Young Lady."

At that moment, someone called out to Cedin.

It was none other than the mastermind behind all of this, Renee.

"I guess I'm not even visible, Lady Marchius."

Ishir who was standing next to her, seemed quite displeased and spoke up.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were there."

Of course, he wasn't visible at all.

Renee shrugged her shoulders.

"After inviting people, is this how you treat them?"

"Well, I've always been a bit wicked. Is it surprising?"

Since she was already playing the role of a villain, she might as well fully take advantage of it.

Renee pretended to know nothing and simply blinked her eyes.

"That personality of yours hasn't changed a bit."

"Your Highness, on the other hand, has a consistent personality."

Tension filled the air between Renee and Ishir.

"...Let's quickly take care of business. It's an insult to spend so much time talking to you."

"It's mutual."

"Shall we start with a dance?"

Ishir skillfully extended his hand.

How audacious. Renee looked down at Ishir's hand and slowly took it.

Now, it's time to get to work.

She is breaking the quest.

"I'll be back, Cedin."

The two of them tightly held onto each other and walked towards the center of the party.

And Cedin could only watch their backs.

"...Yes, Renee."

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