The Villainess Enjoys Her Seventh Life as a Free-Spirited Bride (hostage) in a Former Enemy Country

“I can’t tell you about my plans. — But I still hope you’ll help me in the future, should I ever need the Aria Trading Company.”

When I told him that, the lips of the man who had once been my boss was distorted into a smile.

“You’re being funny, Young Lady. Without credibility and just contractual; it’s not even clear how much profit there is – it’s one of those promises that merchants hate to make.

“Of course, we’ll arrange compensation every time.”

“Are we supposed to work without knowing what we’re doing and just believe the word ‘profitable’? Now that’s an idea.”

I know that it would be easier to proceed if I told you everything.

Even so, I had no intention of confiding in him that the Crown Prince of Garkhain will kill his father, the emperor, and will wage war on every nation in a few year’s time, so I’m taking measures to stop him.

“Listen, young lady. I trust in my instincts and utilize it to a great extent when I size up someone. But what I value more than that is–”

“Result and performance.”

“!”

Tully’s eyes rounded, as if struck by a void.

“How did you know that?”

“From now on, I’ll think of a business that will work in the Royal Capital. If you decide that I am worthy of your trust, will you reconsider it by then?”

Rishe stared at him and Tully eventually began to laugh, his shoulders shaking.

“Hahahaha! That’s great! So if your idea is going to be profitable, I’ll acknowledge it, right? Terrific, that’s exactly my kind of thing!”

(I know exactly what you mean. If I make this much profit in a few days, you won’t have to think about it.)

“Be back in a week. I’m looking forward to it, young lady.”

“You have my word.”

Rishe smiled and stood up, emptying her glass.

“Thank you for sparing the time for this negotiation. Also, when everyone in the company wakes up tomorrow, try to give them this medicine.”

“Whoa. What’s this?”

“I think you will better understand it once you use it.”

Rishe handed the packet of concoctions to Tully and left the tavern.

***

Using a rope hanging over the courtyard, Rishe clambered onto the balcony.

Even though the inn was less than 10 minutes away from the castle, it was a challenge to sneak out. She retrieved the sheets she used as a rope to leave the room and walked on the balcony. There should be knights on guard outside the door, so she must walk noiselessly.

(…They must have not noticed that I went out. Maybe, I’ll stay in bed tomorrow morning and just have someone bring me warm water. I should at least get my hair color back before someone finds it strange.)

With that thought in mind, Rishe opened the glass door to her room and gasped.

“You’re late.”

“…”

Arnold was sitting in the only chair in the room with his legs crossed.

T/N: Caught!!! Happy Weekend!