ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

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With her father’s gambling and a series of failed trading businesses, magic was her only hope.

But recently, even that hope has faded.
Because of her body constitution, which didn’t build up mana well, the habitual disrespect of those around her, and the support of her family that was completely cut off.

Amid all the hardships, she felt her heart clearing as she saw George, who had been picking fights with her whenever he had a chance, being beaten to her heart’s content.
Moreover, there was something about Princess Deborah, who was tall and had cold features, that made women’s hearts flutter.

The denial that she was becoming a fan was brief.

After that day, Arin started making gifts to repay Princess Deborah.
Whatever her intentions, Princess Deborah stepped in, and George’s bullying disappeared because of that; so, she had an excuse to give her a gift for that, and she also wanted to give her a gift as a fan.

‘It’s an insignificant gift, so there’s no helping it if she throws it away…’

Fiddling with the magically crafted gift, Arin approached her, who was sitting on the campus behind the magic building.

As soon as she saw Princess Deborah’s gorgeous jewelry and luxurious dress, she immediately felt intimidated; but surprisingly, she spoke to Arin first.

“You there, is there something you want to say to me?”
“Ah, that! H-Here. I-I was grateful for what you did last time.”

Her hands and feet trembled as she met her bloodshot eyes. She felt like she was going to throw up from the tension.

Princess Deborah tilted her head as she closed her eyes and suddenly held out the gift she had been working on for several days.

“What is that?”
“This is a violet that has been enchanted with preservation magic and scent amplification. As the scent will last for a long time and it will remain in the same shape for more than a month, you can put it as a table decoration.”
“You mean you cast attribute magic on a flower?”
“Yes.”
“It looks good.”

A faint smile appeared on the Princess’ lips.
After softly taking the violet from Arin’s hand with her pale hands, she opened her mouth.

“What is your name?”
“Arin Oslot.”

After speaking with Princess Deborah, Arin kicked the bed all night long in emotion.

‘I can’t believe she accepted my gift.’

On top of that, something happened the next day that made Arin even more excited.
Princess Deborah secretly came to Arin with a contract.

“Do you want to work as my vassal?”
“What? M-Me, working as the P-Princess’ vassal?”

How could she dare to, when she’s so shabby?

“There is no need to be afraid. There is something I want to make with your abilities.”

Arin’s face lit up again at the Princess’ words that she needed her insignificant abilities. She was so happy that her hands and feet were trembling.

“You need money, right? As you know, I have nothing but money, so we will get along well.”

With a wicked smile, she fluttered a piece of paper that was caught between her index and middle fingers, as if to sign it right away.

‘I-I think I’m going to have a nosebleed…’

Arin Oslot, who has a nasty preference for bad men, signed the slavery contract without hesitating for a second, with her mouth shut.