"You tell me, how did a nobody like me, born a commoner without even a surname, suddenly become Cadman City's Crimson Governor? And even end up with the title of baroness and a fiefdom, to boot?"
Miss Mirian, who had just experienced the dizzying highs and lows of life, stared at the Crimson Governor's seal in one hand and the document granting her the title of baroness in the other.
For a moment, it still didn't feel real.
Even though both items were very real in her hands.
Starting tonight, the land around Morland Village, where she was born, along with five neighboring villages, belonged to her.
Some might resent it, but the document in her hand bore the seal of the Blood Eagle Grand Duke. In Transia, that carried considerable weight. As long as the Blood Eagle Clan remained here, she would have the final say!
At the thought, Mirian couldn't help but tighten her grip on the document.
A surge of excitement welled up inside her.
At just twenty-four, she was already at least forty years—and perhaps two generations—ahead of her classmates in their careers.
Unfortunately, with both her parents dead and few friends to speak of, she had no one to share this joy, which had fallen from the sky.
"Tsk. Somehow, I feel like I sold myself by the pound for these two worthless things."
In the quiet city at night, Miss Mirian gave her recent decision a rather wry, self-mocking assessment.
Then she took a deep breath, pulled a plain little box from her psionic pouch, and opened it. Inside lay a somewhat tarnished silver-white bracelet. She lifted it before her eyes.
"Mom, I did it!"
Mirian gazed at the bracelet, its surface catching the moonlight in a lovely halo. A few seconds later, she