Episode 97

Before starting the meal, Iliya sent Matthew another suspicious glance.

Matthew was sitting on the left side of the dining table, far away from Iliya.

He was completely lifeless and couldn't even breathe comfortably.

That's understandable, if Blanche's pager hadn't gone off, he would have been shot right then and there.

When Iliya placed the napkin near her neck, the staff began serving the course dishes.

Unlike usual, Blanche sat not in front of Iliya, but on her right side, along with Ricardo.

No one opened their mouth during breakfast, as the table was filled with delightful dishes.

And it weighed heavily on Matthew's shoulders.

[System/ Matthew's stress is increasing. ]

In an instant, the GM trembled like a mother-in-law.

[Blanche, how about leading the atmosphere at the dining table with a cheerful conversation?]

"Why should I?"

[I know that I need your cooperation to expand the city. ]

Blanche was infuriated by the GM's subtle threat. "Who asked me to do charity work? It's just covering up for Matthew's mistakes. But now you won't help?"

But the GM was shameless.

[Blanche, if Matthew's stress stat increases even by 1 from now on, I will not cooperate in solving the refugee problem. ]

"Damn stress stat!"

Blanche stood in front of me again.

"Matthew."

Matthew, who had his nose in the soup, looked up.

"Yes, yes!"

"Don't think too badly of what the boss said."

"Y-yes, of course!" "I can't lie."

It was a tone and attitude that could be called affectionate when thinking of her usual self.

Therefore, it was natural for the rich man's sharp gaze to be directed towards Matthew again.

That's how it was.

Because of this, Matthew felt quite unjust.

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'No, what did I do wrong? Why is it like this! If only I could at least hold hands with Blanche, I wouldn't feel so unjust!'

| In the meantime, Blanche's comfort came.

She still had no idea about the rich man's guard.

| "I don't know what you think, but I have a pretty high opinion of you. You show consideration for refugees even though you're not one of them."

In an instant, Matthew's eyes became cloudy and his head felt heavy. His heart writhed in pain.

"Money, business, I worked hard for them, but you just wanted to help refugees more than anything else." | ". . . . . . No, Blanche. I'm not such a great person."

Suddenly, a sigh escaped from Blanche's mouth.

"Who said you were a great person?" "Yes?"

Matthew made a momentary expression of 'What is this woman? What does she want to say to me?'

Blancshe retorted.

"You don't have to become a great person. What's important is that today you did what you could, and that fact alone will help someone."

"Blancshe. . . | "Does anyone know? Taking today's work as a starting point, will racial discrimination ever disappear from this city?"

Matthew was deeply moved. | You saw through my thoughts at once! Indeed, this person is the consulier of this great organization. '

However, Ricardo's momentum was not diminished. Well, there's no way he can take away Blancshe's attention like this.

Me.

| Ricardo quietly began to plan Matthew's assassination. However, he couldn't finish that terrifying plan.

| In an instant, Blancshe put down her spoon and put her right hand under the tablecloth.

She was able to calm down Ricardo, whose eyes widened with jealousy, with just a touch of her backhand.

In fact, it's not just Ricardo who knows Blancshe well. Blancshe also knows him well. After all, she was always watching him.

She often made mistakes, but Blancshe gestured with her eyes. 'Ricardo, I know you dislike irrationality unlike before, but please bear with it a little. '

Eventually, Blancshe, who considered Ricardo's momentum to have softened to some extent, raised her hand again.

No, she couldn't raise it. Suddenly, their hands were intertwined.

| It was Ricardo. He held Blancshe's hand firmly, as if he wouldn't let go no matter what happened. | It was truly an event that happened in the blink of an eye.

Furthermore, Ricardo didn't let go of Blancshe even when she tried to release his hand. It was something that had never happened before.

It was strange. Suddenly, his blue eyes darkened. Blancshe swallowed the rising doubts.

"Why is Ricardo suddenly acting like this?"

"However, the strange events do not end here. Even though the situation has reached this point, GM remains silent. | "It's strange. Why doesn't GM tell me to stay away from Ricardo? Could it be that they don't know about this situation?"

Blanche decided to test the waters. So she decided to continue holding Ricardo's hand a little longer.

She also paid attention to Matthew so that GM wouldn't suspect anything. She made up words that could come out of a moral textbook. | ". . . . . . So if you have any complaints, actively step forward and make a change. If you are worthy as a member of the organization, I, Consigliere, will gladly help you achieve your goals."

Matthew's face turned the color of autumn leaves as he held back tears. He sniffed forcefully to hold back his crying.

"Yes, Consigliere! We will become an excellent Giato family from now on!" | "Thank you for your cooperation. Blanche."

GM still didn't know that Ricardo was holding hands with Blanche.

Around that time, Iliya, who had been quietly eating, burst into laughter.

"Now that I think about it, it seems our Consigliere had talent as a matchmaker."

Instead of praising Blanche, it was a remark that belittled Matthew.

It was no different from saying to an adult man, "You're like a child."

Naturally, Matthew's face turned red in a different sense. He looked like he wanted to disappear if there was a hole to hide in.

Iliya smiled satisfactorily after seeing Matthew close his mouth as if a clam had shut it.

Suddenly, his gaze fell upon the empty soup plate of Blancshe. Iliya looked at her with concern. "Blancshe, have you already finished eating?" "I don't really feel like eating." "Oh, I see. The chef must be disappointed today. He was a good chef, it's a pity." "That joke isn't funny at all." "It's not a joke, so of course it's not funny." In an instant, Iliya's gaze also turned to Ricardo. For some reason, Ricardo was gripping the spoon tightly, as if it would twist. "Ricardo, does the food not agree with you too?" ". . . It seems so." "We should probably change the chef." When Ricardo replied with a tight voice, Iliya nodded and continued eating. Iliya and Matthew had no idea even in their dreams. Blancshe, and even Ricardo sitting next to her, had stopped eating. In fact, the two of them were still holding hands under the table. [system/ Ricardo's heart rate is increasing. ] It was a strange thing. Just by holding hands, Ricardo's face turned red.

If he had done what he did with her the day before, it would have been a different story. But as you can see, this fact was not important to Ricardo at all.

Ricardo enjoyed the warmth in his hands to the fullest, forgetting about his jealousy towards Matthew.

However, his excited expectations were in vain, as the reality was harsh and realistic.

Blancche no longer resisted Ricardo's hand, as it was a test for the GM. Even if she touched Ricardo's hand for a long time.

Finally, Blancche was certain. "Indeed, the GM is not all-powerful."

If the GM knew that the two were holding hands, he would not have stayed still and would have caused a commotion.

In other words, the GM could not restrain Blancche, nor could he create items that did not exist in the form of an item, and he could not know everything that happened to Blancche.

Blancche never had any intention of giving Ricardo to Anastasia from the beginning. So the friction between GM and Blancche was already anticipated. As always, she never thought of losing.

No thoughts.

After finishing the meal together, Blancche took Matthew to the conference room. She persistently ordered Iliya, who was following them, to increase Matthew's stress stat. But Blancche did not chase after Ricardo either, even though he was the main contributor to increasing Matthew's stress stat.

Throughout the conversation with Matthew in the conference room, Blancshe felt her right hand burning.

Her right hand was the hand that had held Ricardo's hand under the table for a long time.

A week had passed. During that time, Blancshe had created a plausible residential area in Nanminchon with the GM.

The buildings in that residential area seemed to have been cut out from the middle-class residential area in the imperial capital.

Moreover, the park in that residential area had a Lufinus Kingdom style, and the shops had a Lantana Kingdom style, creating a street full of personality in various ways.

However, the refugees liked the newly created planned city.

They even had to pay a high monthly rent to the Giato Family. It was only natural. The houses they were allocated were originally houses that could not be stayed in without being employed as employees.

Therefore, the fact that everything in this planned city belonged to the Giato Family was not a big problem. It was also because the size of the newly created planned city was gigantic.

In this way, Blancshe unintentionally solved the housing problem in Digitallis. At the same time, she became a tremendous real estate tycoon.

Surprisingly, the GM did not impose any sanctions on her even though she took advantage of him for personal gain.

Therefore, even now, I willingly lend strength to Blancshe,

GM agreed to cooperate in eliminating the rebels for Blancshe.

While the gateway of the World Tree is open, Blancshe coldly repays Ricardo with military service.

Even if they tried, the two of them did everything they could in GM's blind spot.

GM truly did not expect Blancshe to break the deal.

If he knew what they did while the gateway of the World Tree was closed, Blancshe would never have cooperated.

Anyway, Blancshe used GM's momentary ability to take Ricardo and the shop to the dungeon.

It was to smoothly level up and strike a blow to the rebels.

The villainess receives the family's worship.

Note: Unrevised