The Scroll Department office had been noisy since the morning.
A middle-aged man, this person was the Minister of Education, stormed into the office.
“I saw the cooperation letter sent to our department this morning.
Surely you must have asked and contacted the Ministry of Education about it, right?”
Whether the Minister of Education was angry or not, there was a woman looking at him calmly.
Namia Rawabi became Minister of the Scrolling Department at just 23 years old.
She answered indifferently, not seeming surprised.
“Oh, is that so?
I was so busy I didn’t have time to see you.”
The Minister of Education took a deep breath.
She sent a rude text of cooperation in the morning, but “You were too busy to see me?”
He suppressed his anger and protested.
“Although we are both ministers, you are much younger than me, and the Scroll Department is smaller than the Ministry of Education.
Wouldn’t it be a courtesy if you came to me personally?”
“I know.”
Nami answered coldly as she trimmed her nails.
“I think it was a bit rude.”
Namiya Rawabi.
Just a few days ago, she was a civil servant at the bottom of the Scroll Management Department, which was publicly called the “desperate department” of the civil service organization.
But not long ago, she suddenly found herself in a ministerial position because of a Magic Tower Master who had endless power.
Minister of the newly reorganized “Scroll Department” after all senior positions in the Scroll Department were cut due to the actions of the Crown Prince.
So, from an outside perspective, it's the perfect “umbrella scene”!
“It is a term that refers to “when someone gets an opportunity (such as being hired or promoted) because of their personal connections.”
“But if I had waited a little longer, I might have gone.”
This provocative tone made the Minister of Education's anger rise to the top of his head.
But he couldn't scream or fight with the minister by pulling her hair.
Because the Empress and the Young Prince were currently visiting the Scroll Department office.
‘They say she is favored by the imperial family, but she is shamelessly ignorant and arrogant!’
The Minister of Education looked at the Empress and the Prince outside the glass door.
Despite the transparency of the glass, he and Namia were separated in the minister's office.
Except for the black-haired secretary standing behind Namiya, it was just the two of them.
He warned her through gritted teeth.
“Seeing this firsthand, his minister’s thoughts on pass management are very shallow.
You're sitting idle in the minister's office instead of helping the imperial family?
This is really... ah.”
"Yes?
What's wrong with that?
The power of the imperial family in the empire was enormous.
This was because they were “dragon-blooded people,” humans whose blood was mixed with dragons.
Ordinary people would naturally obey the pressure they exerted even if they remained silent.
How could she be so arrogant?
The Minister of Education raised his voice and made his face clear that this was the time to speak.
“Dear Great Dragons, is it acceptable for the Minister to act so carelessly?
Huh?”
"Oh, is this considered negligence?
I didn't know.
There's no law like that."
With an expression that showed she was not affected at all, Namiah tilted her head and blew on the nails she was working on.
“Personally, I am comfortable with the imperial family...”
"What?
Are you crazy?"
When the Minister of Education got angry, Namia widened her eyes and crossed her legs.
“His Highness the Crown Prince personally told me not to mind that he is a dragon and to treat him comfortably.”
"…What?"
“He said to me, ‘Our sweet and beautiful little girl, do whatever you want to do.
This dragon will protect you.
Just marry me.
I have already secretly prepared the wedding.”
Namiya's secretary, who was standing behind her, swallowed and coughed.
Namiya added with a shrug.
“So I'm not afraid of anything?”
“You really are...”
“So, please ask the Ministry of Education to cooperate with this event.”
“No what…”
“Otherwise, I will inform my dear dragon about the matter.
Dear dragon, whose gentle and beautiful eyes are upon me, will not remain still.”
The Minister of Education bit his lower lip, stifling a groan.
Rumors spread in the Imperial Palace that Crown Prince Kiaros was living in isolation because Namiya had abandoned him.
But who would have thought that one woman would distract him to this extent and he would still cling to her!
'No matter what, her tone is extremely infuriating!'
He looked at Namiya, shaking with anger.
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After a short conversation, the Minister of Education rose to his feet while exhaling.
He looked around the department with an annoyed expression.
With eyes ready to catch something, but…
'There's no way you can find anything!'
With a proud expression, she looked at his back.
A few days ago, this place was the “Scroll Management Section” where there were a series of things to point out.
Staff attendance was poor, the office environment was a mess, and security-related documents were randomly scattered.
But after Namia Rawabi became a minister, she was in a unique and unprecedented situation.
'How is this?' Isn't it perfect?'
The paperwork was neatly organized, the staff was seated, and everything was in order.
Even the Empress and Prince who came to visit the Scroll Department were looking at the scrolls comfortably and pleasantly.
In the end…
“You will regret it, Minister of Scroll.”
The Minister of Education came out of the scroll section.
She looked at his back and smiled inwardly.
‘Great, being a minister allows me to play with the ministers.
It's the best.'
Normally, I wouldn't have been able to act like this.
The role of behaving badly through trust for the benefit of the imperial family.
'Of course, it's a trap dug for the greater good, but… but acting this way suits my talent.'
She arrived at a document again with a different posture and expression than before.
“Minister.”
When he saw me start to focus on work again, Kibon, the secretary behind me who was like a shadow, spoke cautiously.
“This dragon… my dear… this, uh, it’s a little…”
The fact that I called the Crown Prince “Dear Dragon” earlier seemed to have shocked him as well.
I smiled and waved my hand as if it was no big deal.
“It's okay, it's okay.
This is all allowed by His Highness the Crown Prince.
I can sell his name as much as I want.”
“...Maybe he didn't think you'd sell him that much.”
"He certainly gave permission.
Would he have given permission if he thought I would sell his name for less?"
“….”
“But still, what could he say later about what he had already allowed?
All this for the sake of the imperial family.”
“….”
“Just do as you're told.
Do you have time to worry about the Crown Prince now?”
Upon hearing my words, Kibun seemed to come back to reality and buried his face in the pile of documents.
Dark circles were clearly visible under his eyes, having worked under me.
Naturally, I had a lot on my desk too.
Even more so than Kibon who was just a secretary.
It can't be helped that I was a minister in a small department, however!
“If I were still at the bottom like a few days ago, I wouldn’t have been able to do anything even though I know every detail of the Education Minister’s plan.”
There were many things that improved when she suddenly became a minister.
A higher salary, the ability to attend various glamorous and important events, not having to listen to stupid bosses, not having to hide my abilities, being able to show my abilities on my own, and being able to lead this organization well…
But of all these improvements, this was the best.
'Being able to act more like a villain than the villains in the original work, bullying and asserting dominance!'
After remembering the original story, I suddenly rose in rank thanks to the Crown Prince and the Magic Tower Master.
I never thought I would have such good luck.
'However… the taste of power is unexpectedly sweet.'
'Strength is good!
Honor is good!
Be a good minister!
Good promotion!
'The air here is good!'
I didn't plan to go this far at first...
I just wanted to prevent the tragedy of the original story, but...
‘This path to success, I will never miss it!’
Now, there was no original work or anything like that.
There was also no Namiyah Rawabi who lived with dead, fish-like eyes day after day.
My eyes, draining of energy day after day, sparkled.
'Never!'
So, how did it all start...