He was a man who could beat a bear with his bare hands without using an ability.
Security is quality, not quantity.

With that man in front of her, it was not worth bringing in eight security guards.

“Ivern, list these men as my guards.
There should be no problem then, right?”

“No, you don’t have to do that.”

Ashmia smiled in response to Francesca’s words.

“Here, just let Vanessa go in with me, that’s enough.
Thanks again for the favour.”

“Hmm… If that’s the case.
Ivern, did you hear her?”

“Yes, I did.”

Francesca looked at Ashmia and Vanessa for a moment with an unknown smile, then turned around.
Ashmia instructed her guards to wait in the car before she was guided into the building by Ivern.

Francesca, who had been waiting in the lobby after entering first, walked alongside Ashmia and opened her mouth.

“Have you always been interested in horseback riding?”

But now I want to try.”

“That’s a good idea.
So, I think there are a lot of people I would like to introduce to you.
Lady Ashmia, don’t you know that you are secretly a celebrity among ‘us’?”

Francesca said with a meaningful smile.

“Is that so? Either way, you don’t have to…”

“Don’t worry.
I do it because I like it.”

Francesca led Ashmia into a spacious drawing room.
The structure was reminiscent of a small party room rather than being decorated for preparation or relaxation.

Only after she stepped in did Ashmia realise why there were so many cars in the parking lot.

‘No way.
Did everyone come because I was coming?’

The young aristocrats of various ages, from teenagers to twenty-year-olds, and their children who were gathered around in groups of two or three had stopped talking once Ashmia made her appearance.

“Everyone! She’s finally here! This is Ashmia Kalanishiel, who will become a member of ‘Fleur’ starting today!”

tl/n: fleur = flower in french

‘Starting today, what…?’

It was her first time hearing it, but Ashmia couldn’t show her embarrassment here. 

Ashmia looked around the audience and bent her knees slightly, saying.

“Nice to meet you.
I’m Ashmia Kalanishiel.
I look forward to your kind cooperation.”

Clap, clap—

The sound of insincere applause rang out.

Despite the obvious awkward atmosphere, Francesca said with an excited face while pointing towards an empty spot.

“Let’s go over there and talk for a bit.”

It was when Ashmia tried to call Francesca’s name while she was talking in front of her.

“How dare a gangster come all the way here without knowing the subject of our meeting?”

“Hey, where is this strange smell coming from? Why are you crawling out now when you’ve been stuck in your house for seven years?”

Ashmia stopped for a moment once she heard quiet voices coming from around her.


Vanessa also looked around her, but she could only hear small laughter here and there, and she had no idea who was speaking.



Ashmia quietly called out to Vanessa, who was about to lash out.

“Stay still.”

“…Yes, sorry.”

“Ashmia? What are you doing? Come here quickly.”

Watching Francesca wave at her, Ashmia said with a smile on her lips.

It’s a shame, but I don’t have much time allowed today, so I think I have to check everything out.”

“Ah, that’s right.
It’s your first time here, so it’s probably right to see everything.
I forgot.”

Francesca beckoned.

“Then let’s go to the riding field.”

Francesca spoke to Ivern while passing through the door leading to the riding field outside.

“Ivern, please bring Lady Ashmia’s horse.”

“All right.”

Ashmia felt the sneering gazes that continued to pour on her.

‘I feel like I’m something out of the zoo.’

Francesca stared at Ashmia and said as if she had read Ashmia’s mind.

“What’s wrong?”

Ashmia already felt it, but when she noticed Francesca’s tone and expression, she was convinced.

‘Ah, yes.
Of course, of course.’

She felt like she was watching a poorly acted play.

Francesca Pendragon did not approach Ashmia with good intentions.
Perhaps confronting the guards at the entrance was also part of Francesca’s act.

More than anyone else, it was none other than Francesca who didn’t like her — ‘a gangster without a title that dares to come to this riding field’.

And the climax of Francesca’s play was.


“Oh my God!”

It was the white horse being pulled from the stable.

A white horse that was 1.5 times larger than a normal horse and had bulging muscles all over its body, so wild that even five adults couldn’t control it.

‘They made me wait two weeks just to find this horse.’

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