[Congrats on inheriting Geumho’s treasure ♥ Miss Sol-ah ♥!]
When I opened my eyes, I’d somehow become the hot topic—the youngest heiress of the world’s top-tier guild…
Geum Sol-ah.
Age 4.
Kindergarten student.
“My sweet daughter… do you really need to go to kindergarten? It’s way too dangerous outside. Daddy will just build
a kindergarten in the backyard, okay? We’ll invite the teachers and your friends here.”
“The young miss is on the move. Boost security. The sun’s strong, so prep parasols and yogurt.”
…Is this for real?
Everyone’s just way too overprotective.
And apparently, it all started because of a recent kidnapping case.
Problem is—
the top suspect in that case… is me.
No, seriously! I found out the place I was working at was actually a cult, and I died while trying to save a kid during
my escape!
Did the heavens finally take pity on my unfair death?
[Joker: King! I finally got through to you!]
The cult that got me killed is now mistaking me for someone called [King] and is just handing over info like it’s
nothing.
If I play this right, I can get my revenge and take down the entire cult.
“Y-you’re all dead meat…”
My tiny fists trembled with rage.
Sure, I’m just a little kid who talks funny when I’m mad…
but who cares?!
Right now, I’m Geum Sol-ah, heiress of the Geumho Guild!
“Sol-ah, you’re amazing. Honestly, in moments like this, you seem more mature than me. I can’t help but rely on
you.”
Song Jae-yi gently stroked Sol-ah’s hair with a soft smile.
It was just a casual compliment, but it felt so warm—it made my heart flutter a little.
“There you are, sis.”
Jeong Geon-yool suddenly came between us and smacked Jae-yi’s hand away.
His eyes flashed for a second—like a shark catching the scent of blood.
“Who gave you permission to touch my sister’s hair?”
“Who are you, you little brat?”
The two locked eyes, glaring each other down.
‘Why are they doing this… right in front of me?’
An odd, tense vibe settled between the three of us.