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CHAPTER 6

Actually there wasn’t anything to be nervous about.

‘It’s only a single scene from a game…….’

Even so, my hands continued to quiver a little.

It was due to me subconsciously being reminded of my blood-related dad, remembering the attitude of the duke towards Penelope in the game.

I was fully in the room now but the duke didn’t even raise his head.

I hesitantly approached his desk and stood.

I hid my quivering fingers and bowed down for a greeting.

There weren’t this much details within the game.

However my voice didn’t come out so there was no way I could show my presence through speaking. Also, I felt like this is what I had to do, judging by the aura.

“You’ve come.”

The duke finally took a glimpse of me by slightly raising his head.

He had the same black hair and blue eyes as those that Derrick had.

His face showed no emotions just like the high-status -nobles shown in the illustrations in the game.

At the same time, a white box popped up in my view.

1.  Why have you called?
2. I’m busy. Please get straight into the point.
3. (Glare without any words said.)

I pressed on the choice number 1 out of the rest of the insane answers.

“Why have you called?”

“I heard there was a fuss today morning.”

As soon as his sentence reached the end, the choices in the box quickly shifted to some new choices.

1.  Your grace has nothing to do with it.
2. You probably want this fuss happening.
3. It wasn’t my fault. This was all that stupid maid’s doing!

I lost control of my mentality reading those choices.

‘Ha…… These insane choices…….’

Of course, this was something I’ve experienced once before.

When I was playing the game in the other world, I was happy to press on the second one as my choice, my plan being ‘I will make Penelope a Sassy Chic Femme Fatale!’.

However thinking that this came back to me in this reality left me speechless.

‘Even though I still am titled as a villainess…….’

Which father on earth would treat his ‘not even blood -related’ daughter so well. Shit.

Tap-.

When I didn’t speak for a while and just stood on the spot, the duke put down his pen he was holding and lifted his head up to see me.

He held a sharp and keen aura within his eyes as he looked at me.

‘I hope this decision does no harm to making a death flag…….’

I chose number 1, trembling inside. I clenched my teeth to try and not say ‘that’ word out.

“Your grace has nussing tu du with it.”

However I couldn’t stop that word in the end, and instead, came out really weird.

“Penelope.”

The duke opened his mouth. His voice was as cold as ice, holding no warmth what-so-ever.