After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me - After I Stopped Sponsoring, the Female Leads Began Obsessing Over Me chapter 45

45 – Sylvia’s plan

The warm morning sunlight.

Sylvia’s hair bathed in sunlight shines with a soft golden color.

There is something special about the sunshine at a cafe on a weekday morning.

“Hmm. It’s definitely a charming teahouse. Quiet is nice.”

Sylvia closes her eyes as if savoring the taste of black tea.

As she said, the surroundings around her are leisurely.

‘Has it been a while since it’s rumored to be a good restaurant?’

From far away, the maid who covered her breasts with a tray and cried with a moved expression. Maybe that’s the owner.

“Ian. Your taste may be quite good. For a commoner.”

“Thanks, no.”

Ian, who was about to answer, sensed something strange.

“Hey. I’m a noble too.”

“Oops!”

Sylvia covering her own lips with her long hand.

Your expression as if you were surprised is really disgusting, and I want it, I want it.

“I’m sorry. I’ve recently realized that teasing you is quite fun.”

Fortunately, Ian was on the wide side of her stomach. If you have a chance, pay it back later. With that promise, she took a bite of her cookie.

‘Hmm. It melts easily as well.’

When I put my thumb up at the master sister who is spying here, her face instantly turns red.

“Anyway!”

Sylvia caught between her boss and Ian’s gaze.

“Coming back to the main topic, it was Sharon Pierce who played the most role in this case.”

“What were you talking about?”

“How can I raise your reputation, Ian? Why is he not interested? Really.”

Sylvia slightly inflates her cheeks.

Does Ian really need to raise his reputation? She had a great idea to do.

‘Pongpong’s body gradually adapts.’

I’ve gotten used to the scornful eyes (mainly female students) that come back just by looking at them.

Above all, it is convenient in public places such as trams and libraries. Because nobody wants to sit around.

As she thought about that, Sylvia asked with her eyes narrowed.

“I thought it was useless.”

“No. But I am worried.”

“What is it?”

“I thought it would be difficult to become too famous.”

“Yes?”

Sylvia puts on a dazed expression.

She suddenly grabs her belly and giggles.

“Pughhhhh!”

She laughs through her tears.

Who would believe that she is the lady of her prestigious top?

“Hey. Keep your dignity.”

“Poop! Kheheheum. Big! Guilt, sorry… Poop!”

She manages to hold back her laughter and hides her tears.

“Keuheop… No, Mr. Ian. What kind of confidence do you have? Do you think it’s that easy to become famous? I alone invest a lot in managing my image… Poop.”

Irrefutable logic.

Ian gulped down the tea in silence.

The end taste was bitter.

“Well, that confidence is good. Anyway. It’s really about the point.”

Sylvia opens her mouth as she returns to her arrogant young lady appearance before she knows it.

“Actually, no matter what anyone says, the main contributor to this case is Sharon Pierce. Everyone is cheering for her performance. Only four of them killed Shalemists.”

Ian nodded her head.

She restrained Lina Roswell, whom she restrained, was close to her prevention. Even if she was the victim, she was the only girl lying on the bed with a ecstatic expression on her face.

On the other hand, Sharon cut down the Shale cultists.

It was natural for her to stand out for her performance.

“But her ex thinks you’re just as good as her? Actually, some professors think so too.”

Sylvia continues her words enthusiastically.

“He properly restrained Lina-chan, and above all, proposed research on a cure for the blue mushroom. The credit for that is by no means small. Because of that, some infected students have returned to normal. No, by the way.”

Sylvia’s face approaches across the table.

She whispered over her translucent light blonde hair.

“How on earth did you know that you asked the professor to research a cure? Do you have any sources of information?”

“It’s just a coincidence. It looks like a poisonous mushroom.”

“That’s not what it sounds like… Heh. It’s a secret, right? Okay. You can’t just pry into other people’s trade secrets.”

Sylvia, who pursed her lips, continued her words.

“Anyway. Focus more on evaluating your abilities. If you make a few good impressions, the perception of you, Ian, will change very quickly. At least I’m sure you won’t be ignored like you are now.”

Okay. Right now, Ian’s reputation is so bad that he’s attracted to aggro. If you find the right spot, it will be easier to just watch outside the story as if it exists or not.

“Even if you still have a bad image, there’s a big difference between a person with no ability and a person with no ability.”

To be honest, I’m not lacking confidence in being active in the ability evaluation.

As she went through this scenario, she felt herself to have grown considerably. Not only her authority, but also her magical power took a step forward.

In short, she has nothing to lose by listening to Sylvia’s advice.

It feels like learning strategy from a deceased person kindly.

‘After all, Sylvia is a master of image making.’

It’s because she sometimes shows her flimsy appearance, but Sylvia is a very popular figure for her unique aristocratic arrogance and sophistication.

A question that strikes me.

“Why are you so nice to me?”

Sylvia flinched at Ian’s question as if she was broken.

“Two, it’s an investment. You, Ian, look pretty promising.”

Her eyes were filled with shame for saying such a thing.

A gaze that avoids when we make eye contact.

Ian recalled her information about her for a moment.

Sylvia grew up almost alone thanks to her busy parents.

She is, moreover, the successor class she has been in since learning her language.

She had subordinates before her friends.

“Hmm. Do you have any other thoughts?”

That’s why I’m worried that maybe he’s lonely right now.

Did I just misunderstand the meaning of the words?

Sylvia’s face turns red.

“Mu, mu, mu, what nonsense are you thinking! Doesn’t he want to welcome you as the son-in-law of the Laurent Merchant! I’ve never thought of that before?! Bae, tell me a hundred years! Joy!”

Sylvia interprets it arbitrarily and heats up arbitrarily.

Even so, it’s fun to see her face blushing as she avoids her eyes when she glances at her.

“She told me to ask if she needs a friend?”

“Sobbing!”

“You seem to be working without friends.”

“Bar, I’m too busy to make it!”

“Is that so?”

She nodded fiercely and looked up at her.

“What… I think it would be nice to have it, right?”

She said that, and as if trying to calm down, she brought her teacup to her mouth.

She savored it lightly, then, with a small exclamation, set it down on her pedestal, but there was not a single click from her.

A truly elegant and aristocratic body move.

If her friendlessness is a hallmark of her human side,

Another aspect of Sylvia Laurent is that she is not simply a person driven by emotions.

She is the heir to one of the leading guilds on the continent and the vice-owner.

Even if she sometimes shows absurd appearances, it’s more correct to say that calculations are melted into her actions.

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As well as getting Lina Roswell off the disciplinary committee.

It’s like how she takes care of herself like this now.

She’s obviously trying to get people together.

Why is that so, if you guess the reason…….

A fairly plausible conclusion is drawn.

“Are you going to fight? Emilia’s Raymond Corps.”

Sylvia’s hand, which was heading for the teacup, froze.

The expression looking at this side is infinitely serious.

“It’s nice to notice.”

“That’s right.”

“Well. Not now. A big star will be admitted to the academy… Oh.”

She covers her own mouth with her hand and then comes talking.

“Forget about this. It’s confidential.”

Her Ian shrugged her shoulders.

I guessed who she was talking about.

“You will need my side a lot. I also hope that Ian will stand by my side at that time.”

“It’s a bit expensive to buy me.”

“I know. I already owe you a lot. So, if you have any problems, please tell me. Same with the last elixir. I have a lot to pay you back.”

At Sylvia’s words, Ian smiled.

“You don’t like it?”

“…Yes? Isn’t it common sense to say it’s good in this case!”

“No.”

The corners of Ian’s mouth go up.

Sylvia, who had been teasing Ian a little while ago, suddenly felt her body start to chill.

“I’m going to wait until you beg Sylvia to say, ‘Please, please let me pay the debt.’”

“…Yes?”

“You become a debtor who has to live day by day while indebted to me. In other words, you become an insolvent debtor.”

Debtor.

Sylvia’s shoulders trembled at her words.

“……I don’t like it.”

As Sylvia’s breathing became rough, Ian gently wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

“Calm down Sylvia. Take a deep breath and listen to me.”

“Ugh…”

“Come on. Close your eyes and think about her.”

“Yes…”

“There’s a debt that grows day by day like a snowball rolling in. The sound of the interest you have to repay me grows day by day.”

“Ah, ah…”

Burrr.

Sylvia’s eyes, which trembled all over her body, became blurry.

Ian smiled and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I’m kidding. Why are you looking so lost?”

“This, Ian you!!”

Revenge Success.

A satisfied smile filled Ian’s face.

Well, that’s enough for trivial revenge.

I think this is the first time someone has taken care of Ian this far since he was possessed.

After clearing her throat, Ian opened her mouth with seriousness.

“Thank you for your concern.”

“Huh!”

Sylvia pouted her mouth and turned her head away with a jerk.

Even so, she couldn’t hide the corners of her mouth that twitched as if she liked it, but she said it.

“…….”

She hurriedly took out the Kirtos terminal and hid her face, as if she had noticed that fact herself.

Then she goes to her something for a while, looking intently at her.

“What do you see?”

He sticks her head out to her side and answers.

“There is a prophet who is hot these days on the Kirtos bulletin board. They say he got the median house incident right. Rumor has it that he’s the successor of the great astrologer. There are rumors that you have to leave a message at this time to be looked after.”

Then, Sylvia put her head into her terminal again.

By the way.

“Hmm.”

That’s a very familiar comment, isn’t it?

I didn’t even have to check the bulletin board to see what would have happened.

Ian rested his chin on her chin, thinking.

‘Let’s prepare to invest soon.’

If Sylvia is immersed like that, it is obvious how many prophecy requests she has accumulated. It seems that there will be spare money soon.

“Sylvia, do you know of a trustworthy exchange guild?”

The corners of Ian’s mouth went up.

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Meanwhile.

A temporary dormitory for Median House students.

In one of the rooms, there was a girl staring blankly at the mirror.

Slightly scattered red hair, as if it hadn’t been brushed in time. The dark eyes that stand out against the pale white skin.

It was Lena Roswell, who was placed on probation.

“…….”

She stared at her blankly in the mirror and put her hand on her own neck.

A black choker.

To be exact, it was the handkerchief Ian handed over to cover her handprints.

Even though her handprints were already gone, Lina couldn’t get them off her neck for days.

Because this was the only trace left by Ian.

“Ian…”

Standing in front of her mirror, Lina endlessly fiddled with the handkerchief.