“Teacher! Let’s go back to the inn —”
Faced with Rosalyn’s repeated ‘provocations,’ Lifa’s dissatisfaction with this hypocritical woman had already reached its peak. At that moment, she grabbed Ron’s hand and prepared to turn and leave.
Of course, her personal dislike for Rosalyn was one thing, but what Lifa found even more unacceptable was that this wicked woman — who thought of nothing but deceiving and utilizing her teacher — had finally exposed her ‘wolfish ambitions.’
She actually wanted to lay a hand on Teacher Ron!?
Absolutely not!
“Hehe~”
Rosalyn seemed to find a different kind of amusement in teasing Lifa like this. She elegantly picked up her teacup, her pink eyes reflected in the tea like peach blossom petals drifting into a stream in spring.
“Lifa, Miss Enaid is joking. Let’s hear her out.”
Ron had one hand pulled by Lifa, so he used the other to lightly brush his forehead with a helpless expression.
Although he liked Lifa’s straightforward and simple personality, he also knew that such a personality was completely countered and manipulated when facing a “pink-haired, black-hearted” young lady like Rosalyn.
“I’m not joking~ I really do want Mr. Ron~”
Here she went again — one wave after another. Seeing that Rosalyn was still prepared to add fuel to the fire, Ron, who was helpless, was truly a bit afraid. He could only cast a gaze pleading for a pause.
“Well~ of course, there’s also Miss Lifa~”
In the end, Rosalyn gave Ron some face.
Besides that, it was also possible she saw Lifa’s desperate posture, ready to pull a weapon from her storage necklace.
“Hehe~”
It took Ron quite some effort to soothe Lifa and get her to sit down. Throughout the whole process, Rosalyn sipped her cooling afternoon tea with a beaming smile.
“What exactly do you want Teacher and me to do?”
Lifa, who didn’t want to stay here a moment longer, couldn’t help but ask. If not for her teacher’s sake, she wouldn’t want to see Rosalyn’s hypocritically cute and innocent face for a single second.
“Miss Lifa is quite impatient~ Fine, Mr. Ron, I won’t keep you in suspense any longer.”
The exquisite teacup was placed back onto its matching gilded porcelain saucer. Rosalyn no longer hid the aura and posture belonging to a noble and superior.
‘Finally, it’s here…’
The corners of Ron’s mouth, who had been silent for a long time, lifted slightly.
“In about half a month, I will set off for the Royal Capital of Falosha to accept the King’s investiture and officially inherit the title and territory of the ‘Earl of Enid.'”
Passing over such a major event as inheriting a peerage with a casual remark, Rosalyn fixed her pink eyes on Ron, her tone shifting with a disdainful laugh.
“Hehe~ it’s just an earldom, a rural territory that can’t even collect many gold coins throughout the year…”
Ron saw a flame in Rosalyn’s eyes, a flame named ambition and revenge.
“I. Don’t. Care. For. It.”
Rosalyn’s tender red lips parted slightly as she confessed her true feelings word by word.
As Ron looked at her, this young lady from a prestigious noble family also cast a burning and interested gaze toward him.
‘An interesting man, it’s as if he already knew everything…’
In fact, the absurd guess that Rosalyn was denying in her heart was the correct answer.
Everything was within Ron’s expectations and plan; from showing his talent during his first visit to Rosalyn to solving her problems one after another.
**[Special Series Mission: The Inheritors]**
At this moment, in the eyes of Ron, a veteran game blogger, Rosalyn had those words floating above her head. To him, the girl was a walking, bountiful mission reward.
“Mr. Ron, may I ask a question?”
To lock eyes with a member of the opposite sex for so long was something Rosalyn seemed to have never experienced in her memory.
Especially since she had reached this point without receiving any response or information, it made the proud future Earl feel somewhat annoyed and frustrated.
“Please, ask away,” Ron said in a very calm tone, his attention even still focused on whether Lifa’s small emotional outburst had been alleviated.
“I don’t understand. Whether it’s your knowledge or Miss Lifa’s attainment in swordsmanship, there seems to be no necessity to enroll in the Farossa Royal Academy.”
This was the ‘reward’ Ron had requested after providing her with much help.
Rosalyn mentioned it now not only out of curiosity but also to regain the rhythm of this dialogue, which contained elements of a transaction.
“Well…”
Ron did not answer Rosalyn immediately, his fingers slowly tapping on the stone table.
Ever since he had reloaded his save and arrived in Enid, he had summarized the problems and loopholes that appeared in his previous save.
‘First, of course, was my fluke mentality from not yet adapting to the transmigration.’
‘Second, there are three things that need to be resolved immediately: improving Lifa’s strength, securing time for us to develop safely, and… Enid is too close to Gaderade.’
‘There’s no telling when Isis might come looking for me. This place is not suitable for a long stay!’
“If it’s inconvenient for you to answer, then forget it~”
Rosalyn picked up her teacup again. Feeling she had regained the initiative, she took small sips of the tea.
“Yes, please continue.”
Since Rosalyn said he didn’t have to answer, Ron didn’t bother looking for excuses.
Regarding the optimal solution for all those problems, the breakthrough he had thought of was actually this girl in front of him, who believed she was about to recruit two capable assistants.
“Since I haven’t officially inherited the title yet, I asked my grandmother to endorse this recommendation letter for you…”
“She is the President of the Falosa Kingdom Chamber of Commerce, Lady Olivia.”
Rosalyn introduced her with solemnity and pride. Lifa was completely confused, while Ron shifted his finger toward the signature at the end of the recommendation letter.
Next, Rosalyn began to recount the cause and effect of the situation, but Ron, as an eyewitness who had completed the mission many times, already knew it by heart.
In the Kingdom of Falosa, if the King was the representative of the national will, then Rosalyn’s grandmother, Olivia, was the symbol of the nation’s wealth.
The Falosa Kingdom Chamber of Commerce under her management controlled the kingdom’s trade lifelines and numerous assets, and she had always been considered the undisputed richest person in Falosa and the surrounding areas.
However, money could not buy time or a healthy body.
Old and reaching her physical limits, Lady Olivia did not have much time left.
So, a year ago, the old woman announced that she would choose one person from several eligible inheritors to take the helm of this massive asset ship, the Kingdom Chamber of Commerce, after her passing.
“And I, Rosalyn Enaid.”
“As a potential inheritor, I hope to receive the assistance of Mr. Ron and Miss Lifa to achieve the final victory.”
Rosalyn knew there was no need for many words when dealing with smart people, but for the mysterious and unknown Ron, she still issued an invitation with a voice full of infectious charm and temptation.
“After all, how can the patronage of an Earl compare to the patronage of the kingdom’s richest person?”
“Am I right? Mr. Ron~”
A fair and slender hand was spread out, waiting in mid-air for Ron’s hand to clasp hers.
Ron had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
Go to the Royal Capital to escape Isis, and seek protection and a boost in strength at the Royal Academy.
“With pleasure.”