Princess, You Wouldn't Want to Be Short of Funds When It Comes Time to Fight for the Throne, Would You?

Right?

Jia Xiu looked at Margaret.

Noticing Jia Xiu looking, Juan looked along with him.

Margaret, targeted by the two of them, uneasily began rubbing the corner of her clothes.

She had a very bad feeling about this.

Jia Xiu staring at her like that was creepy enough. With Juan added in, honestly, it was enough to start losing sanity points.

"Hehe."

Jia Xiu gave a sleazy grin. "Most kind and approachable, young and accomplished, kindhearted and brilliant Mentor Margaret."

Margaret shuddered. He had opened with flattery; her bad feeling grew even stronger.

"No."

Before Jia Xiu could say what it was, she beat him to it and refused.

No matter what it was, rejecting it first could never be wrong.

"You don't even know what it is yet, don't rush to refuse."

Jia Xiu hurriedly said.

"It's like this. You know we're planning business related to the new Mage Armor. We're facing this problem and that problem, and for some of them, I think the solution is to find this business a sufficiently reliable backing—something consumers would trust the moment they heard it, and ill-intentioned people would fear."

"And?"

Margaret blinked her big eyes.

"So, what do you think about saying this business is funded by the Capet family? You don't even need to put in more money. Just lend us the name."

The Capet family was Margaret's family, one of the Iris Kingdom's top-ranking noble houses.

Though Larven was, strictly speaking, not part of the Iris Kingdom but an independent, self-governing super-city-state, nobles across the continent were more or less connected by some thread of kinship.

So the Capet family's reputation carried weight here as well.

Good reputation, real strength, and their mentor was a direct descendant of the family. It was simply the perfect choice.

Yet Margaret