Marked as the Tyrant's Daughter-in-Law - Chapter 6

At those words, I immediately clenched my fists and raised the ends of my eyebrows.

Suddenly tainted with greed for money, my eyes instantly blazed with fire.

“What do you mean?! I can’t receive it?! Don’t think you can rip off a kid!”

Excited, my spit flew towards him with a “poo-poo” sound.

As if he had anticipated this reaction, Rails pushed up his glasses and pointed to a certain part of the document.

“Wait, please don’t get excited. Look at this clause that the Marquis signed.”

It was a safety measure to prevent relatives of orphaned minor heirs from stealing the money.

“…No way.”

Kugugung-

It felt like thunder and lightning struck my mind.

I’m eleven years old now, so I have to wait seven years to receive it?

“The reason I came to see you today is not to guide you on how to receive it.”

“……”

“The basic return rate of the trust amount left by the Marquis is about three percent, but I’d like to explain investment products that can yield greater profits at the time of receipt.”

Rails began to explain Hugo Brint Bank’s investment products to me, who was in shock.

“Our bank’s terms allow minors to make investment decisions, just not receive the funds. First, this product that invests in magic stones is a high-quality product with a return rate of over seven percent in the past three months, although there is a risk of principal loss…”

As Adam had described them as performance-obsessed guys, Rail began to enthusiastically pitch investment products to me, a mere ten-year-old, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying.

My money… My money…

“One of my managed clients is a noble who inherited trust assets from his parents like you, and he received twice the profit he would have if he had just left it as is.”

“…Mister.”

As I looked at the investment brochure with cold eyes, Rail flinched.

Then he raised his eyebrows and asked.

“Yes, young miss. If you have any questions, please ask.”

“About the first product you mentioned. What’s the exact profit structure?”

As if he hadn’t expected such a question from a child, Rail answered with an awkward smile.

“If the price of magic stones rises, you can gain up to about ten percent profit. The exact structure might be difficult for you to understand, but it’s a product many nobles invest in, so you can trust…”

“And the losses?”

At my question, Rail’s mouth twitched.

He took a sip of tea and answered.

“The losses… can be up to fifty percent at most.”

Unlike when he explained the profit rate, his voice was small.

“But it has shown excellent returns over the past three months. It’s a product with high satisfaction…”

“Then what’s the average annual return?”

Rail froze as if he hadn’t expected a little kid like me to ask that far.

“As I mentioned, for three months…”

“I asked about the annual return, Mr. Rail.”

“Th… That…”

Rail, who had tried to sell investment products to an innocent noble child to boost his performance, finally let out a deep sigh.

“It’s recording a thirty-nine percent loss.”

I knew it.

I crossed my short arms and said, looking at Rail.

“Mister. Don’t sell investment products like this. Do you know this is subject to complaints to the Financial Supervisory Service?”

“…Pardon?”

“You only show the best period for returns, and try to downplay the loss rate. It’s practically fraud.”

“But… But I’m doing this for the growth of the client’s assets…”

“You mean for your own performance and salary increase.”

Rail flinched at my sharp, straightforward words.

His expression seemed to wonder how such a young child could think this far.

I must have looked like good prey to him – an orphan from a noble family who just come up from the countryside with no experience, perfect for selling high-risk products to boost his performance.

But there’s no way I, who’ve been through thick and thin in the modern world, would fall for that.

“Adam.”

As I called him, he immediately opened the door and came in.

Then he frowned towards Rail.

“Please escort the employee from Hugo Brint Bank out. And tell the bank to change the trust manager. We can’t let someone untrustworthy manage my parents’ assets.”

“Y-Young miss…!”

Rail’s face turned pale.

It was a reaction of disbelief that I would go this far.

But I won’t let off a villain who tried to take advantage of a child!

“I was wrong. I promise I won’t make such risky recommendations again…”

“Adam, please show him out.”

Adam looked at me for a moment with eyes admiring my determination, then guided Rail.

“Understood. Please follow me without troubling the young miss any further.”

“Young miss!!”

It seems that despite being enrolled in a basic return rate product, the trust from Dad’s inheritance gives him quite a benefit.

Judging by how much he’s regretting it.

I stood up with my cheeks slightly puffed.

There was something I needed to confirm.

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Time blurs memories.

When I was four years old and realized I was a modern person inhabiting the body of Arinel Mylar, a country girl, I first recorded in this diary in Korean.

All the contents and memorable passages I saw in <I will no longer be the Tyrant’s lover>.

The timeline of events, the characters, and the cause-and-effect relationships, up to the tragic future.

“……Heisen Macerne Mylar.”

My finger stopped as I was turning the pages of the diary written in squiggly handwriting like earthworms.

When I wrote this, I naturally thought it was just someone with the same name as Dad’s name, “Heisen Mylar,” which Mom had told me.

And for good reason.

On the day Amelia wore a certain outfit, Parmes’ madness exploded and he almost killed her, because it was an attire Heisen used to wear. After this incident, that attire was banned in the palace.

When Parmes was drunk, he would hold a glass and mutter Heisen’s name with a distant look.

Some subordinates were brutally killed by Parmes for gossiping about the deceased Heisen. Parmes, that madman.

Heisen, Parmes’ trigger button.

……I thought the original Heisen was Parmes’ ex-girlfriend!

‘Dad, I’m sorry……’

I raised my hand and smacked my forehead.

Anyway, it’s largely the author’s fault for not clearly explaining about our Dad that I misunderstood.

I focused my eyes and continued to scan through the diary.

There were no stories about Mom, nor about me.

The original story was about the tyrant emperor Parmes and his mistress Amelia, so I wasn’t even an extra.

But still, that event that will happen two years from now will inevitably affect me too.

The famine was so terrible that even the plants in the mountains all withered, and the people wandered in search of food, but couldn’t even find tree bark as it became scarce.

Looting became prevalent in the cities and the nobles’ warehouses were completely ransacked. Many nobles died and their houses were burned down.

Discontent with the imperial family escalated, and the people stormed into the imperial palace. When Parmes rose and swung his sword, they all died. How pitiful.

The famine continued for four years, and one-third of the population starved to death. A great disaster.

According to the timeline I recorded in my diary, two years from now, Parmes will ascend to the throne, and the famine will begin immediately.

For some reason, the original story has already changed, and Parmes has already ascended to the throne.

And…… I found it.

The empire’s economy collapses, and Hugo Brint Bank goes bankrupt.

“Aaaargh!! No!!”

I reached out and clutched my disheveled hair.

The reason I had a bad feeling when I heard the name Hugo Brint was because of this!

The Hugo Brint trust contains 10 billion that Dad deposited, but I can’t receive the money because I’m currently a minor.

Two years later, the famine will begin….. Dad’s inheritance….. Hugo Brint Bank, which holds my 10 billion, will go bankrupt.

I can’t just sit back and watch this happen!

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“Hey, do you know who’s in charge of the empire’s food supply?”

Adam shrugged as if it was an unexpected question and replied.

“If you’re talking about food supply, His Grace Duke Siegfried, the Minister of Economy, is in overall charge.”

“Sieg……fried?”

“Yes. His Grace Duke Claude Siegfried is His Majesty the Emperor’s close friend and oversees the country’s treasury and financial management. He’s from an old prestigious family and is a powerful figure who can make even birds fall from the sky.”

I opened the diary I was holding and looked for the part about Siegfried.

As the famine reached its peak, Claude Siegfried invaded neighboring countries, brutally killing soldiers and civilians, and plundering wealth and food. His name alone was enough to make crying babies convulse, so cruel and destructive…..

So, he was a tyrant no less than Parmes Aslet.

Parmes Aslet was surrounded only by cruel and merciless figures, and Claude Siegfried stood at the pinnacle of them.

Ugh, the situation doesn’t look good!

“……What is that?”

“It’s nothing. Just…… a study notebook.”

“It’s impressive to see you already studying and taking notes to rebuild the Marquis family, young lady.”

I closed the diary, leaving Adam behind who seemed moved, his eyes shining excessively. Such a cruel and violent person didn’t seem likely to listen to a kid’s words about a great famine coming in two years.

‘Far from listening, he might even try to kill me. From what I saw in the original story, he was a tremendous psychopath.’

It seems that meeting and persuading that man would be difficult for now, and I should think of another way.

The famine is approaching in two years.

The tragedy of the original story, the tragedy of the people, the tragedy of Albreon.

And my tragedy. The tragedy of my money.

Arinel Mylar, who lived in Galnem village, could only prepare for the famine by storing red sugar beets.

But now that I’ve become the heir to the Marquis family, I thought I could do much more to avoid the tragic future that only I know about.

I don’t want to lose the inheritance Dad left for me.

And…… I don’t want to experience everyone dying off.

But is there anyone else who could help me?

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The high sky garden of the imperial palace.

“Hohoho! Have you heard that news?”

At the crescent-shaped round table where the empire’s four highest ministers gather, three seats were occupied, except for one.

A woman in a velvet dress was smiling, covering her mouth with a fan.

“That child…… has finally come to the capital.”

“Oho. At last, this day has arrived.”

The man with a huge build wearing armor excitedly placed his hand on the round table, which alone made the table resonate with a sound as if it might break.

“……Then”

The glasses of the man with a brown ponytail glinted in the sunlight.

His lips moved, producing a dry voice.

“……Our war begins anew.”