Chapter 2.2

“Don’t waste your time talking nonsense.”

‘Yes, the Marquis’ wife has passed away, and the Marquis isn’t Edith’s biological father.’

According to her family register, her father was a sick person, and her character, Edith, must’ve taken out her anger on the servants. No wonder everyone hated her.

‘Curtis hates Edith, so the difficulty of attacking is ridiculously high.’

Well, I’m planning on logging out anyway, so I’m not going to attack him with Edith as my character.

I sneaked out of the bedroom, looking back at the maid’s face, thinking that I should stay calm until the production company noticed the bug.

“You woke up early today. The Marquis is looking for you.”

The butler found me wandering around the hallway, and bowed his head half-heartedly.

It was clear to me that he wanted to ignore me, and to think I wasn’t even familiar with aristocratic etiquette that much. Still, I followed him where he led me to the Marquis.

‘Let’s do as we are told and log out of here quickly.’

“Marquis, I brought you the young lady.”

We arrived in front of a huge oak door where the butler halted from his quick pace. The dark red door with delicate patterns was extravagant on a different level from my father’s old office. Watching the door open was equally laborious too.

Even in Edith’s condition, the existence of her father was even reluctant as I see it.

“You may enter.”

“Oh, shit, wait!”

“The Marquis is waiting.”

The butler pushed my back forcibly, to which I wasn’t mentally prepared for.

A fierce gaze fell like a bamboo spear on top of my head. At the sound of the door closing, I shrank without even noticing myself.

“Today, Curtis Caballero will be appointed as a knight of the saint.”

“I guess so?”

“Ah… stupid girl. You can’t get a guy right and you’re making things this way?”

I carefully raised my head and glanced at the marquis. He seemed to have no intention in concealing his reproach.

‘Ah, Edith doesn’t resemble the Marquis at all.’

Whether she was an illegitimate child or not, she doesn’t look alike enough to be suspected. I scratched my chin as I stared at the marquis’ red hair, which seemed to be dripping with oil.

“Because you aren’t the Lady of Caballero anymore, all the support that the Marquis of Abina received from the Grand Duke is going to be cut off!”

“Oh, yes.”

I nodded and shook my head up and down in an effort to calm the marquis down.

“You must be very disappointed.”

However, the marquis wasn’t able to calm down, and he slammed the desk instead.

‘If I try that, my hands will surely hurt,’ I thought.

I watched indifferently as the marquis’ hand, like a bunch of tasteless sausage, burned. His voice shot up more and more, perhaps triggered by my expressionless face.

“Yes! That’s a big setback to my business now!”

My eyes open wide, confused at his words. The Marquis was staring at me with a chubby, grumpy face too.

“How are you going to take responsibility for this, you useless girl?!”

‘No, I hear that he was mean to Edith.’

Shouldn’t he be satisfied that the marquis’ family received support so far as the Grand Duke’s lady?

In addition, the Marquis Abina I remembered was an annoying old supporting character. He constantly would flirt with the main character too.

‘He was a man who had no ability and only cared about women. Such a person wouldn’t succeed in his business even with the support from a Grand Duke.’

“All the support you received so far was thanks to Edith…” I said, but quickly realized my words, “It was all thanks to me. Be content with that.”

“…what?”

“When one is supported, I expect you to roll hard and make a fortune. Isn’t that what you’re saying?!” I yelled at him.

“You crazy girl!” he interjected, “You seem to have finally lost your mind. What? Isn’t that what you’re doing?!”

I merely shrugged my shoulders as I turned to his fiercely distorted face.

No matter how much Edith was an illegitimate child, an eyesore, but what could a human being whose name ranked below a Grand Duchess do to his own daughter?

“Well, since you became the Lady to the Grand Duke, you have never entered the Punishment Room, so it’s worth forgetting my situation.”

The Marquis moved his carp-like lips and laughed as he grabbed my hair.

‘…the room of punishment?’

I didn’t know why I got goosebumps on the back of my neck when I heard a word I never encountered while playing the game.

The system window began to fill my view as if it was the representation of my déjà vu.

Danger is approaching. Avoid it.

When approaching the ‘Room of Punishment’, Edith Abina’s sanity is damaged.

My eyes squinted at the word ‘sanity’ in bright red font.

‘What happens when your mental strength is damaged?’