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Sprout said Brussel would come looking for him and headed home, while Rory and I spent time on the sofa waiting for Ann.

Pop!

When the sun set and I transformed into a fennec fox again, Rory naturally retrieved me from within my clothes.

He placed me on his lap and neatly folded my dress, setting it aside.

I wriggled around on his lap, trying to find a comfortable position.

When I kneaded his leg with my tiny front paws, he let out a small laugh, seemingly ticklish, and gently stroked my back.

It was truly a peaceful day.

Unlike the Count’s household, where not a single day went by without chaos, here I could rest without a care in the world.

I forgot all about the novel, my transmigration, and everything else, simply enjoying the company of the adorable young Rory, not the mastermind second male lead.

***

Rosema Post Office, one of the three largest post offices in the capital.

The clerks at the counter had been dealing with a difficult customer for thirty minutes.

“Think carefully again. A girl, about this tall, with hair close to platinum blonde, like pale sand, and black eyes. She must have sent a letter here. She would’ve been with a brown-haired woman.”

“There are plenty of brown-haired women, but… I didn’t see a girl with blonde hair and black eyes that day.”

“It’s not just blonde. It’s a subtle color like the sand of the desert. A bit lighter than my own hair.”

“I remember all the customers who visit the post office. But that day, the only girls who came were a red-haired girl with green eyes and a black-haired girl with black eyes. Just those two.”

Even the postmaster stepped in, but the customer kept insisting it wasn’t possible.

When the customer demanded they summon the staff who handled the letters, the postmaster’s brow twitched in irritation.

“Sir, other customers are waiting. Please leave now.”

“Tell them today is a holiday and send him away. I’ll cover all losses.”

Whoever this young master from a noble family was, his arrogance already made it clear what kind of future lay ahead for him.

Looking down at the ten-year-old boy, the postmaster clicked his tongue in disapproval.

“It’s not possible. There are customers who urgently need to send telegrams, and others who have waited a long time after making reservations for transcription services.”

“What does that matter? The money I’m offering will surely be worth more than dealing with dozens of small fry. I’ll pay whatever price you ask.”

“No matter how much you offer, it’s not possible.”

The postmaster added firmly, “And I’m telling you, there hasn’t been any girl with blonde—no, pale sand-colored—hair here.”

At those words, the young customer pressed his lips into a thin line, clenching and unclenching his fists.

The postmaster, feeling the intense glare directed at him, tried his best to maintain a polite expression.

He clasped his hands together in a slightly servile manner, seemingly pleading to be believed.

The customer, who had been scrutinizing the postmaster from head to toe, finally opened his mouth as if resigning himself.

“From today onward, if that girl comes here or if you happen to see her on the street, use any excuse to detain her and send word to the Rosemary Central Hotel. Under no circumstances should you use force or lay a hand on even a single strand of her hair.”

“Yes, sir.”

“To whoever finds the girl, I will give a reward of 10 million gold coins. Feel free to actively search for her, but do not make it obvious. She’s a clever girl, so you’ll need to approach her naturally and stall for time.”

The suspicious young customer finished what he had to say and left abruptly.

A huge commotion broke out among the staff.

Even the customers waiting in line widened their eyes and began whispering to each other.

“Ten million gold coins? Is he insane?”

“Even for nobles, 10 million gold coins is an enormous amount of money. You could buy at least 20 mansions in the central capital with that…”

“What kind of family can offer that as a reward?”

“Oh! I think I know!”

Among the murmuring staff, one employee suddenly shouted in surprise.

“The Treasure of the Desert! I heard from a friend in Seasoning that the youngest daughter of the Hauser Count family, their greatest treasure, has gone missing! They said they’d give 10 million gold coins to anyone who brings her back!”

The excited crowd added their own comments, and the murmuring grew louder and louder.

At the end of the line, a shabby woman wearing a loose robe lifted her head.

As her oversized hood fell back, radiant golden hair, as brilliant as sunlight, cascaded down to her waist.

“E-excuse me… Who did you say went missing…?”

“Oh, well, the youngest lady of the Hauser Count family…”

The man standing in front of her turned his head absentmindedly to answer and then gasped sharply.

It was because the woman looking up at him was so dazzlingly beautiful that she didn’t seem human.

The sunlight streaming through the post office windows appeared to shine solely on her.

His heart, seemingly shattered, began to clatter erratically, bouncing back and forth between his toes and the top of his head.

In that unguarded moment, he felt as though he had fallen deeply into her profound, sapphire eyes, unable to escape even as his breath caught and his world came to a halt.

“That’s strange… That can’t be right…”

Even her softly murmured words were as sweet as honey.

The woman tilted her head slightly in thought, then quietly said, “Thank you for letting me know,” before turning around and leaving the post office.

And as if that wasn’t enough, when someone was entering the post office, she even held the door open for them with impeccable manners.

The young man coming in stared blankly at the spot where she had just been, lost in thought, and ended up tripping and falling flat on his face, breaking his nose.