Passive Inheritance System for All Occupations

"—Then what would you choose?"

In the bedroom decorated with high chandeliers and smooth marble floors, the man in the black hooded coat smiled and spread his hands, looking openly and calmly at the girl in pajamas who was half-sitting on the soft big bed and showing a confused expression to him : "I can ensure that you will be sent to the throne of the king, just like your grandfather, the late Elchea king, and will also exist as your staff in the future, serving the kingdom of Elchea and the human race. To prosper and dedicate all the intelligence and strength of this body..."

The man's voice was slightly hoarse and magnetic, but it was full of irresistible temptation to the girl.

Is it a dream?

But... Even if it is really a dream, it is really rare to have a dream that obeys your will like this.

Grandpa's sudden death, and the will that deprived her of everything she owned, and even her too dull talent in "games"...

Just when I feel the most helpless, it seems justifiable to have such a beautiful dream.

The hero who fell from the sky, tore through despair, and rescued himself from the darkness.

As if he knew what the girl was thinking, the man's voice suddenly paused, and then he directly denied it: "It seems that you are not fully awake yet, but this is not a dream, right?"

Not a dream...?

Before the girl could react, the man clapped his hands, and continued: "Then give you some more time to think carefully, what I can do for you has already been explained clearly, and as a For the price, I want you to become a vassal that belongs only to me, both physically and mentally."

"Body, body...?!"

Although she still couldn't understand the current situation clearly for a while, the girl still sensitively captured this word that made her feel bad from a female perspective.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have any ideas about children like you, and I don't have any low-level interests."

The man's extremely reasonable explanation made the girl's shoulders tremble uncontrollably.

"Suddenly appeared in someone else's room, talking about choices, body, interests and other inexplicable things... Who the hell are you?!"

"Very well, it seems that you are awake now."

"Ah, yes... I've come to my senses, thanks to you, I'm already sober that my mind is on fire, if you can't give a reasonable explanation, the end will be very bad, huh?! "

Hearing the girl's threatening words mixed with sullenness, the man slightly raised the corners of his mouth in noncommittal.

"Before listening to my explanation, why don't you tell me the answer you choose? Do you agree, or... refuse?"

"What is this... a new type of fraud?"

"Choices are choices. There is no cheating or tricks. At the end of the choice is the state."

As the man said, his left hand made a gesture of holding something out of thin air, and at the same time his right hand slowly closed in front of the girl's eyes: "The one on the other end is yourself."

"choose……?"

The girl stared blankly at the man's closed palms in front of her eyes. After a while, she suddenly lowered her head, clenched her hands into fists, and pressed her slender fingers so hard that it hurt her palms even through a layer of white sheets.

"You said, let me choose?"

"Exactly."

"I... don't know where you found your way into the palace, and what are your intentions in saying such things to me, a lost princess, but these are not important anymore."

Trembling all over, the girl took a deep breath, raised her head to reveal a teary face, and then smiled miserably.

"If you are really capable and can save this country, so what if I entrust my whole heart to you?"

"So your choice is..."

"Guards! Guards! There's a pervert ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The girl screamed at the top of her throat piercing the night, and after a few breaths, the heavily armed guards broke open the door of the bedroom, but all she saw in front of her was Her Royal Highness half-sitting on the bed alone.

"Uh...Your Highness?"

The guard's questioning voice awakened the girl from her sluggishness. She forced a stiff smile from her face, and waved her hand as if dismissing: "It's okay, just now... just had a nightmare."

Nightmare?

The guards who rushed over as soon as they heard the princess calling for help were undoubtedly excellent and qualified guards with a sense of responsibility.

So when they feel that their responsibilities are underestimated, it is naturally impossible for them to be in a good mood.

"whispering sound……"

The guards left the bedroom sullenly, watching the door close again, but the voice of the man from before echoed repeatedly in the girl's mind.

"Usually, there is only one chance to choose, but I am tolerant and willing to give you a second chance. Think about your answer carefully, Stephanie Dora..."

"—the last princess of the royal family's orthodox bloodline."

...All of these things already happened last night.

And now, Stephanie Dora, is in the dead end of her life!

How could there be such a highly skilled person...? !

The face hidden under the black veil, although the eyes cannot be distinguished, but judging from the corner of the smiling mouth, it must be very leisurely, right?

This is also something that can't be helped, after all, the current situation is so favorable - unilaterally for her!

On the other hand, I am about to lose completely now!

On the round table surrounded by crowds on the side of the wall in the hotel, Stephanie was betting against another person.

A black veil and shawl, dressed as if attending a funeral, and a very slender black, straight girl.