Episode 147:

And this fact ignited Mariette's jealousy.

Until 17 years ago, why was the famous Blancshe more famous than me, the Santanain?! I work so hard, why can't I be happy?!

So Mariette spent lonely and frustrating times, like walking on a tightrope.

But fortunately, the 7 years spent in the harem trained Mariette harshly.

She could recognize and handle the assassin Blancshe sent.

It was a miracle that Ilda survived and even ruined Digitallis.

However, Blancshe treated his subordinates with the same harsh gaze as usual, even after hearing everything that happened to Ilda.

"So, do you have any annoying failure stories to report separately?"

Ilda only looked at his superior with a nervous expression.

"I think soon I will send an assassin to Mariette's side, to the boss."

The first person that came to Blancshe's mind at those words was Pierre.

"So that's what it was. Pierre was coming to kill me."

Blancshe was astonished.

He had long abandoned any expectations for blood relations, but why is everything from one to ten so troublesome?

At that moment, Ricardo, who was standing next to Blancshe, spoke.

"Blancshe, let me handle it personally."

Ricardo's voice, who said those words, remained as firm as a large rock even in the storm.

However, Blancshe shook her head.

"No, there's no need for that. There's someone else suitable for this kind of thing."

Ricardo narrowed his eyes as if his pride was hurt, but Blancshe's heart remained unchanged.

Above all, because she had a more efficient means.

[system/ The gateway to the World Tree has opened. ]

"Ms. Blancshe, I will guide you to the location of the Marukri brothers right away."

"Fraud, balance collapse, cheat codes, you can call it whatever you want."

In this world, the strongest Blancshe has a reliable ally called GM.

Blancshe responded with a smile of repentance. "GM. That can wait a bit. Dealing with Il Da comes first."

"Understood."

Blancshe looked straight at Il Da again. Even without it, Il Da, who already had a pale complexion, seemed like he could faint at any moment.

However, Il Da didn't raise his voice in defense or try to escape from this place right away.

Il Da managed to squeeze out his voice. "I will follow the decision of the boss."

It was loyalty that even prepared for death.

However, it seems that today is not the day to die while working.

In the next moment, Blancshe said this.

"Ilda, I relieve you of your position as the leader of the assassination team."

". . . Yes, understood."

Because of that, his voice trembled with fear.

Eventually, Blancshe commanded, "Well then, go out."

"Yes?"

Ilda was startled and stood up straight. I couldn't believe the story I heard.

That's right! Are they ordering my death to the next leader of the assassination team, just like I did?

Ilda swallowed hard enough to make a sound. In the midst of cold sweat, Ilda thought, "If I'm going to die anyway, I'd rather be disposed of directly by the boss. But the problem is, I don't have the courage to ask for such a favor."

At that moment, Blancshe found it strange that Ilda didn't come out of the office.

Blancshe furrowed one eyebrow.

"Why is that?" "Um, well, you see. . ."

Ilda stumbled over his words like a burning tongue.

Blanche's narrow forehead was a noticeable reaction.

It was a slander that only Blanche could say in this world.

So, there was no one else but Blanche who could say such things to Il Da.

Blanche's voice mixed with a sigh continued.

"Il Da, are you going to quit the company just because you failed at a simple assassination? What about the unfinished tasks?"

Startled, Il Da blinked like a calf and pointed at himself.

Il Da thought of Anastasia and Alphonse.

"No, it's not like that! I thought I would be killed by my successor. . ."

Blanche nodded firmly. "Right. I despise humans who only have a loud voice without any skills. But. . ."

Blanche stared at Il Da with a serious gaze. "It would be a waste to abandon you after just one failure. You are capable."

"Boss. . ."

Without realizing it, I started sobbing while wearing a mask.

It couldn't be helped. Although it was born out of misunderstanding, she was as good as dead.

"Of course, if I fail again next time, the story will be different."

"Yes!"

Il Da replied energetically and nodded passionately.

Whether she said it or not, Blancshe added casually.

"If you've said everything you wanted to say, leave. Now."

"Wait, boss! I. . ."

The 19-year-old girl, Il Da, blinked her moist brown eyes.

Il Da, with color returning to her face, made a determined shout.

"I know. I know how important the task you entrusted to me was to you, boss! So next time, next time, I won't make any failures!"

"I will never disappoint you, boss!"

Considering Blancshe's personality, if Il Da fails again in the next task, the only thing waiting for her is death.

However, Il Da was more afraid of disappointing Blancshe than her own life.

That's how much she liked Blancshe.

And this was not because Blancshe was the protagonist of this world, but because she was a person who deserved everyone's respect.

Blancshe had become accustomed to this fact.

If not, it seemed like there was no interest, but I didn't think much about it.

So silence settled in the office again.

Both Ricardo and Blanche are not talkative people, and Blanche focused on document approval as soon as she disappeared from the room.

Suddenly, Ricardo called her.

"Blanche." "Yeah. You should leave too."

Blanche replied without even looking at him.

After sending Ricardo away, she thought she should discuss with the GM and Pierre.

That is, if Ricardo obediently goes out of the office.

Instead of leaving, Ricardo covered the document that Blanche was looking at with his left hand.

Only then did Blanche's gaze turn towards Ricardo.

In no time, he stood right next to Blanche, leaning his body slightly and looking at her intently.

As if it was burning.

With his eyes.

Ricardo smelled of strong musk.

Blanche, who was right next to him, could clearly perceive that fact more than ever.

Only after completely capturing Blanche's gaze did Ricardo speak.

"I want to know something." "What is it?" | "Who is it? The person you recommended."

"Besides me, who else can help you?" | He urged in a lower voice than usual.

Blancshe laughed quietly as she watched him engulfed in the flames of jealousy.

She neither affirmed nor denied. Somehow, his appearance was pleasing to her.

IL

"Who do you think it is?" "Is it Guillermo? He's the most useful among your followers."

"There is. A person more trustworthy than anyone else."

It seemed like he was trying to suppress his anger as he looked at the ceiling or the window.

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Ricardo, who barely managed to calm his heart, asked, "Can't you believe me?" "Maybe," Blancshe saw Ricardo's pupils shake greatly in response to her answer. He twisted his eyebrows as if in pain. Even though there was no reason for him to feel that way.

"Why can't you trust me?" "Because you're not my Ricardo."

"Talking about that idiot again," Ricardo gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he glared fiercely at Blancshe and grabbed her chin with his right hand. He pressed his thumb against her lower lip.

Ricardo restrained himself from passionately kissing Blanche right then and there.

"Do you always think of that guy when you look at me?"

It was when she bit her lip after a short silence.

Suddenly, it wasn't the sound of a broken window next to Blanche's desk.

Moreover, the surprises didn't end here.

A man dressed in a suit and wearing a black mask entered the office through the broken glass window.

Ricardo instinctively took out the [Mask of the Masquerade] from his inventory, while Blanche took out the [Peacemaker].

"Blanche! The author is. . . !"

Rather than the GM's annoying voice continuing, it was the person who opened their mouth first.

"Oh dear. Did I interrupt a good time?"

It was a familiar male voice to Blanche's ears. Without hiding his identity any longer,

the man took off his black mask.

Red curly hair and green eyes.

A face resembling Blanche's.

It was Pierre.

The villainess received the worship of the family and

Note: Unrevised