The Girl He Dumped Becomes a Billionaire.

Chapter 2

"...... You just want to see Emperor Odin's incredibly stifled expression?" Abigail felt that she couldn't understand Marianne's coolness, after all, she was an underage witch who was saved from the stake by Marianne, so she was more inclined to a mix of dark elves and half-orcs in her thinking, "According to our witch's thinking, revenge should make him taste all the tortures in the world, and shed the last drop of his last drop of blood in the high hanging holy virgins blood only. "

Marianne just felt something shatter, even as her hot face cooled considerably.

"Isn't it a bit too cruel for you to do that." Marianne pretended, "We're civilized people, we can't commit overly bloody acts of revenge."

Abigail almost vomited at Marianne's pretentious gesture. Even when facing those pretentious glassy-eyed aristocrats, she had never been like this, and she couldn't wait to spit out last night's midnight snack, "Alright! Don't put on that fake compassionate look in front of me."

The straight-laced little witch smoothed her chest, reminding herself that if she dared to spit it out in front of Marianne, then free late-night snacks would be out of her reach in the future, "My dear lord, I don't believe that a wise and evil being such as yourself would go to see those damn, boring knights."

Abigail felt that those women who liked knights were either sick in the head or had been enslaved in a previous life, otherwise they wouldn't have such a passionate attitude towards abandoning their dignity and giving up their dignity to be a dog, "A vengeful man deserves to be left in ruins, screaming until he can't make a single sound in the ears of the demons of hell. Aren't those drolls who preach 'I've only lost my life, but he's out of love' really the latest attempt in satirical literature?"

It was no wonder that Abigail's elders rarely let her popular literature in the human world.

In fact, Marianne doesn't like marketable knights either, but in order to blend in with the noble ladies, she has to force herself to read book after book of knights and then drag Abigail to suffer with her.

"If conditions permit, I'd like to rip Odin's little emperor off the throne of kings, like you said, and watch him fall into the mud and be trampled by thousands." Marianne showed a daydreaming expression and finally sighed quietly, her voice filled with the sorrow of only dreams, "Yet can I do it? He's the Emperor of Odin, and I'm counting on peeling a layer of flesh off of him! If he falls, who will I ask for compensation?"

Marianne remembered a sickening old man's face and asked rhetorically, "Would you have me count on that damned uncle? He dared to deceive even Odin's young emperor, what could he not do?"

"Fair enough!" Abigail knew exactly who her gold master was, so Odin's emperor couldn't fall yet until Marianne got her withdrawal compensation.

It just wasn't quite Abigail's character to let Odin's little emperor off the hook so gently. After all, she was a qualified witch and part-time worker, so there was a need to solve Marianne's problems, "Do you need me to help you put an unlucky spell on Odin's little emperor?"

Marianne was very touched and refused, "I don't want to fish for people in prison or at the stake just yet."

After all, there was no shortage of paladins and holy priests around Odin's little emperor.

And with Abigail's three-legged kung fu, if he wanted to assassinate Odin's little emperor, I'm afraid that this difficulty would be even harder than a certain person flying into the sky.

"But I'm already happy that you have this intention." Marianne patted the seat beside her, signaling Abigail to sit over.

"Leave Odin's little emperor alone for now!" Marianne wrapped her arms around the reluctant Abigail, making it confusing as to which one was actually being withdrawn from the marriage.

Count Arlen never imagined that he would come as an emissary of the Emperor of Odin to discuss the breaking of the engagement with Marianne of Calda.

After all, three years ago, it was this old nobleman who was over a hundred years old who had requested a marriage union from this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca in place of the previous Emperor.

His Majesty, the Emperor of Odin, probably wanted to play a wave of emotional cards with Marianne, so he sent the person she knew best.

Although Count Aaron, who was on the verge of being appointed, had prepared himself for being accused by Marianne and had even anticipated Marianne's reactions, when he actually met Marianne, the other party's calm attitude instead made Count Aaron forget what he had already prepared to say.

This must have been a bad negotiation.

Earl Aaron had a bad feeling the moment he sat down.

He was not afraid that Marianne would cry out and vociferously refuse to break off her engagement with the Emperor of Odin. Because people who are overwhelmed by anger often fail to see the various traps in the agreement, and are able to allow Count Arlen to use the smallest cost to get a result that satisfies the Emperor.

However, when Marianne stops crying and seriously reads the agreement drawn up by the royal attorney, Count Arlen knows that he must keep raising the price on this trip in order to get Marianne to agree to let go.

"I didn't realize that Odin had actually fallen so low as to sell the Emperor to Obstar." The moment Marianne, who had finished reading the agreement, opened her mouth, she made both Count Arlen and the Royal Lawyer turn pale.

The reserved old nobleman couldn't help but open his mouth to scold, "Princess Marianne of Calda, please also be careful with your words. You know that trouble comes out of the mouth, and your every word and action will bring endless disaster to this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca and Count Kalda."

Facing Count Alen's accusation, Marianne said nonchalantly, "Your Excellency, are you teaching me to do something?"

Although Count Arlen and Marianne's father shared the same title, the social status of the two were worlds apart.

Especially since Marianne hadn't broken off her engagement with the Emperor of Odin, Count Aaron's behavior was described as a violation of the law.

"Speaking of disasters ...... I don't think your emperor has the guts to tell my parents about the dissolution of the engagement yet!" Marianne's mother was a fiery temperament that loved to antagonize King Obstar. If this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca were to learn of King Obstar's actions with the Emperor of Odin, then this wealthy female Grand Duke would definitely be able to do the retaliatory act of deporting the Odinese in the country.

And that was exactly what His Majesty the Emperor was trying to avoid.

Count Aaron pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer Marianne's question.

"Don't take that bullying stance." Marianne continued with a shameful laugh, "If you had the guts to retire me to my home without a word like Richard of Solins or Ceys of Canterlot, you wouldn't have done such a thing as forcing me to go to the palace first, and then informing me later."

"Besides, I've been hearing whispers for three days, what's it worth to let me satirize the Emperor of Odin?"

Marianne, who had been holding her breath, finally had a suitable outlet, so she spared no effort in firing at Count Aaron, "Don't you say, let me guess what kind of idea the Emperor of Odin and my good uncle have in mind. They think that I'm a better liar than this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca, so they want to use a small sum of money to coax me into signing a withdrawal agreement, and after easily sending me away, they'll leave my mother with no way of redressing her grievances, so she'll have no choice but to swallow her grievances, right?"

Marianne's upturned tail made it hard to imagine that she was talking about her withdrawal.

Count Aaron subconsciously wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, and his tone changed from being stern just now to a slightly pleasing deference, "You have misunderstood His Majesty the Emperor's meaning ......"

Facing Marianne's undisguised sarcastic eyes, Count Arlen finally realized that that Lady Kalda that everyone praised was perhaps a disguise that Marianne had held on to for three years.

"Misunderstanding? That's a wonderful and subtle word." Marianne put away the standard smile she'd been trained to wear by her court teachers, her expression icy as a plaster cast of the Angel of Judgment, "Did the Obstar emissary not have a meeting with Emperor Odin? Or would King Obstar send condolences to a niece he's neglected for years?"

Marianne pointed at the window, her expression a few more degrees colder than a moment ago, "I don't believe that all those carriages adorned with the Obstar flag are just my fantasies. Dear Sir Count, you also know that I'm not in a hurry this moment ......"

Count Alun was gripped by Marianne's words and even felt the pain no less than mental lynching.

"After all, my cousin is not worried about marriage, but the chance ...... that Odin can annex Obstar is only right now, right?"

Marianne leaned back against the soft sofa, a stark contrast to Count Arlen's formal posture.

"I can afford to procrastinate, and I'm not exactly eager to give up the Empress's throne." Marianne said, half-heartedly, "It's just that His Majesty, the Emperor of Odin, can't afford to wait?"

Count Arlen had no trouble imagining what would happen to him if he failed in his mission, so after a brief moment of agonizing, immensely frustrated, he said, "Can you state your terms?"

Marianne pulled out the compensation agreement for her first two withdrawals and placed it neatly on the coffee table in front of her.

"His Majesty the Emperor of Odin can't be any more stingy than Richard of Solins, and Ceys of Canterlot!" Because this female Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Norsca had participated in Marianne's first two withdrawal negotiations, she had received compensation that was quite generous, to the point of being described as painful to the other party's flesh.

"I need a sizable amount of alimony and annual salary, and His Majesty the Emperor of Odin cannot return the city of Dele, which was used as a bride price." Marianne, comparing the compensation for the previous two withdrawals, made Count Aaron blush the instant he made his request, "Alimony and annual salary are reasonable requests, but the territory ......"

Although Dele City is not Odin's core territory, it has a population of three to four thousand.

The worst part was that Dreux City was next to Grand Duchy of Norsca, so Marianne didn't worry about swallowing this territory.

"When Richard of Solins broke off his engagement with me, he also didn't ask for the Colin that was used as a bride price. Is His Majesty, the Emperor of Odin, going to do a classless act of making amends after the fact, like Saez of Canterlot."

It is to be remembered that the King of Canterlot was for a time the object of satire by the bards after he broke off his engagement with Marianne.

Count Arlen could not imagine that the Emperor of Odin, too, would end up in the same situation as King Canterlot, so he gave up arguing with Marianne over the bride price.

"Also, I want a special parting gift." Marianne remembered what a certain dead-faced mage had in mind, and spoke smoothly, "I want the finale item from the Montelona Auction House this June."

"The armor named Nidhogg that once belonged to the Dark Lord."

"Your Highness, you should know that His Majesty the Emperor is unable to interfere with the business of the Montelona Auction House." Count Aaron was incomparably headstrong.

"Is that so? But what does that have to do with me?" Marianne inexplicably said, "I just want to get what I want. As for whether or not the Emperor can interfere with the business of the Montelona Auction House, or how many big shots are bound and determined to get their hands on that armor, I'm not interested in knowing."

Marianne's cavalier stance made Count Aaron feel a pressure he had never felt before, and even under the other party's series of difficult questions, he could only bitterly laugh without temper, "You are so capricious."

"Capriciousness is the privilege of the favored." Marianne smiled skinlessly and said, "I am not the Emperor's favorite, so neither you nor His Majesty are qualified to call me capricious."