# 49
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“This kind of thing is all about timing, so how about posting the flyer in the central square on Railton Street at dawn the day after tomorrow? It should attract a lot of attention there.”
There was no place in the capital where news spread faster than the central square, especially in such a bustling area.
By then, the true love story between Count Olsen and his wife would be known throughout the capital in less than half a day.
“Wait, should I hire a guild to publish the bulletin?”
While I was lost in thought, the countess in front of me hesitated before speaking.
“Um, Your Highness?”
"Yes?"
“Why are you helping me like this? Of course I am grateful, but this has nothing to do with you really.”
“Oh, this.”
She let out a belated exclamation and gently patted her on the shoulder.
Despite this move, my goal was my goal.
“...consider it an investment in the future?”
"Sorry?"
She smiled coldly at her puzzled expression.
“That's what good people do, help others. But if you're really grateful, just help me once this is all over.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
naturally. In exactly three years, you will discover and receive investment to develop this gold mine.
I almost let out a malicious smile but I managed to control my facial expression.
"For now, let's focus on this. Are you ready to preserve those memories?"
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As soon as I returned to the Duchy, I headed straight to the office.
I was rushing up the stairs when I bumped into Ian, who was coming down from the first floor.
He looked at me curiously as I walked quickly but nodded in greeting.
“You came back earlier than expected. I saw you leaving early this morning.”
“Yes, I finished my work earlier than expected.”
Even though it was already past noon, after lunch time.
I was about to greet him briefly and move on, but Ian's voice caught my attention again.
“Now that you're back, will we spend the evening together this weekend?”
"Yes."
Well, it's the weekend today.
I completely forgot about it while I focused on Countess Olsen's affairs.
I rolled my eyes and looked at Ian. He was standing below, looking at me with a slightly contorted look, as if waiting for an answer.
'Why does he seem more upset than usual today?'
Did something happen while working alone? Whatever it was, it had nothing to do with me, so I put on my polite face and smiled.
“No, I'm busy, so maybe later.”
“No, ma'am...”
Before the conversation got too long, I quickly nodded and headed back to the stairs.
I realized Ian wanted to say something else, but it was nothing to worry about.
I felt that familiar disappointed look following me as I walked away.
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Once I got back to the office, I quickly summoned the server.
“Ma’am, I was told that you summoned me.”
“Yes, butler. You have the key to the document storage room in the duchy, right? I’m thinking of making new writing paper because my old notebook is worn out.”
“Do you want the servants to bring it to you?”
"No, I'll check it myf. Do we have uncut paper?"
“Of course, we do, but... are you sure you don't want the servants to handle it?”
How can I explain that I will be writing a bulletin on a large piece of paper?
"I wasn't completely satisfied with the paper last time, so I plan to check the quality myf this time. If necessary, I will ask for help with the cutting. Can you give me the key?"
The servant looked at me with a puzzled expression, but then nodded.
“Yes, I will bring it to you right away.”
“Ah, can you summon the guild’s mission boy? I lost something a few days ago and couldn’t find it.”
“Sure. Shall I contact a guild of my choice?”
“I trust you to take care of him. Thank you.”
“Yes, ma'am.”
Sorry, that's a lie. But I could definitely use a guild member.
As she smiled indifferently, the servant bowed and quietly left the room.
As soon as the door closed, I took a sheet of paper from the drawer and picked up my quill again.
'Okay, time to test my skills.'
I admit now, I have a talent for writing.
Ah, but I don't mean writing novels or articles.
If I were good at it, I would write something I loved instead of getting mad at other authors' work.
She let out a short sigh.
The type of writing I'm good at is a little different.
Simply put, I was a keyboard warrior, skilled at airing out issues, writing lengthy explanations with convoluted excuses, and inserting painful anecdotes to gain sympathy.
When you spend a lot of time online, you eventually find yourf exchanging documents with strangers, right? Whenever this happened, I was always able to gain sympathy through a combination of sincere pleas and just the right amount of victim playing.
'Who would have thought that I would use this skill here?'
Life is full of surprises. But if there's one thing I trust, it's this.
I smiled widely as I picked up the pen.
Diana, just wait. I'm about to prepare another ally for you!
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Writing the story based on Countess Olsen's tale was not difficult. In fact, there wasn't much I needed to spruce up. It was a poignant enough story as it is.
So, I decided to write her story with as much clarity and detail as possible.
“I am a former servant of the family of Count Olsen. Although I cannot reveal my name, I could not stand idly by and ignore the sad story of Count and Countess Olsen, so I decided to write this. Twenty years ago, under a tree on the hill, a girl and a boy had their first fateful meeting...”
Hours later, I finally put down my pen and looked at the paper full of writing.
“This is as it should be.”
You have created a masterpiece – a poignant novel that tells the couple's love story as if I witnessed it first hand, and even adds a touch of sympathy to the Countess's current situation.
When I lifted the paper and reviewed the content, I couldn't help but be impressed.
“Wow… it worked.”
Who could read this and not be affected?
“As I thought, my skills have not rusted at all.”
I felt a surge of pride.
“Now, all I need to do is copy it.”
Next, she took out a large sheet of paper and carefully transcribed the content, matching each word exactly with a different handwriting style.
Then, I called the guild's errand boy.
It wasn't even five minutes after I pointed through the window when a dark-clad figure appeared.
“Take this paper and stick it in the most prominent place in the central square of Lylton Street, where everyone can easily notice it.”
"Yes, understood. Anything else?"
"Nothing more. You're going to keep this completely secret?"
“Of course, there's no need to even say that.”
The lower part of the person's face, wrapped in a cloth, trembled slightly.
It looked like he was smiling confidently.
“I'll leave it to you.”
“Thank you for using our services, ma’am.”
Before I let out a deep breath until the guild's errand boy disappeared without a sound, I then leaned back on the chair in the reception room.
"excellent."
The trap has been set. Now all I had to do was wait for the prey to walk right in.