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No matter how sweet and open Yuric is, she realized once again the set value of a villain’s dream tree.
“Now let’s go see what you want to buy. What do you want to have?”
“Look.”
“…… Lottery ticket?”
“Oh, look.”
I took out a coin that had been stored in a one-piece pocket to Yuric, who frowned a little in my eyes as if I couldn’t believe what I was saying.
“What are you doing with a lottery ticket?”
“Life is short!”
“Huh?”
“Life is so short, Yuri. Let’s see what we’re doing.”
“You really don’t feel like a baby sometimes.”
‘I don’t think you’re like a kid.’
I laughed at Yuric’s words and opened my arms to hug him.
After picking me up, Yuric started walking around the square, not knowing where to sell lottery tickets.
‘There must be a lottery ticket issued by the imperial family.’
The imperial family of Balière, who was unable to intervene in the fight between Lagrange and Euclid, had a presence that was not comparable to Paris.
‘I’m glad if there’s only presence.’
Empire Bernoulli had no control over the large Lagrang Province and Euclid.
Holes that might come out of money are stolen by criminal duchess, and they even issue lottery tickets to cover the scarce finances.
‘If I buy a lottery, I should buy one for Dietrich.’
Do you know where a younger sister who takes care of his brother is common. I don’t even have Dietrich, but I groaned alone and grimaced my nose.
Veronica seems to think that Dietrich has the money, but in reality it was not.
Because the funds of the candidates for successors were a kind of labor cost from the Earth where the Grand Duke entrusted the management to each one.
‘I’m so polite to the subject of a large nobility.’
I grumbled only inside. Unsurprisingly, Derek gave Dietrich a field for harvesting grain, a mine for jewels, and a place where there was no corner to become a tourist destination.
“Aren’t there regular stores?”
No matter how much I look around the shopping street, Yuric mumbles beside me when I can’t see a place selling lottery tickets.
“Where do I go to buy a lottery ticket here?”
“Well. I’d have to go to a gambling house in Saint-Dena district.”
No matter how good they are and how good they look, they will remind me that their essence is a villain.
‘Can fifteen girls go with the whip so well?’
Since there is no detailed description of Veronica, I now know that her weapon was a whip.
“Well, I’m wrong! Veronica! I’m sorry!”
“Yeah, I did it wrong. Who said I didn’t do it wrong?”
Veronica squeezed the head of a crying and raining man, an adult man who apparently looks ten years older than her.
“I know, it’s punishing you. I guess my head is not working well.”
The man screams and wriggles as Veronica squeezes the cheeks with his heels. She then went further and grabbed her hand, grabbing her whip.
“Ahh!”
“I told Derek Lagrange that I could see the shadows, and you were the one.”
“Ahhhhhh! Veronica! I am your uncle!”
Because her mother, who opposed sending her for adoption to LaGrange, was eventually killed.
“You’ve been chasing a bad child.”
Veronica’s shoulder was too high for me to knock. Instead, I patted her thigh.
“You’re so good. Don’t be sad. I don’t scared of you.”