Duke Edric have always known Aveline is extraordinary, even as young as a child. Her intelligence, maturity, and vision often astounded him, so, when she expressed an interest in managing investments and asked for access to his wealth, he granted it freely. He trusted her judgement completely, allowing her to use his money as she pleased, confident she'd bring prosperity to the house. What he didn't fully understand was the depth of Aveline's wisdom—an insight rooted in memories from past life. She hold a knowledge that no one else could possibly know. ———————————————————————————— AVELINE His Grace is at his study room, I approach him with and ambitious idea: to invest in a seemingly worthless piece of land, known as the Starlight Land. Most nobles considered it abandoned and barren, plot without a value. However, I do know otherwiase. I recently recalled a significsnt detail from my past life: five years into the future, Starlight Land will be found to hold vast diamond deposits, a discovery that would transform the country's economy and bring unimaginable wealth to the owner of the land. However, in my past life, The House of Thorne was the one who discover all the fortune there. I must make sure that in this life, they won't be the owner of this land—not if I'm alive.

I explained my plan to His Grace, though I hold the supernatural reason for my knowledge. I picture it as a strategic vision, speaking of the land's potential, an isolated yet resourceful location, and my plans for development. Duke Edric, moved by my confidence and foresight, allow me to go foward with my plan. "If this is what you want to invest in, I will stand by your decision—even if others couldn't see the wisdom in it.", His Grace expresses his mind.

I seize my opportunity, purchasing the land and laying out my plans for its development. I understand that diamonds will not be easily accessible until five years later, and only during summer, when the warmer climate would soften the land, making it easier to mine. Until then, I will be focusing on preparing the infrastructure, anticipating the many years it would take to properly develop a site. I uses His Grace's resources to build accommodations, storehouses, and the grandwork for the future mining facilities, aiming to have everything ready for the big day.

Despite my careful planning, the whispers among noble houses were inevitable. News of my unsusual investment spread, with some regarding my actions as impulsive and naive. After all, why would anyone waste money on barren land? The other families mocked my choice, viewing me as a foolish child playing with the Duke's money. Yet, I pay them no mind. I know my plans and I trust my vision. With every brick laid and every shelter built, I am preparing for a future that no one knows is coming.

The years passed, each bringing me closer to the anticipated summer. When five years have finally gone by, I, now twelve years old, am ready. As the weather warm and the ground soften, I organize the workers, equipment, and resources I have set up prior to begin mining. The other noble families still dismisses me, but I know that I am standing on the edge of a monumental discovery.

Then, it happens. The first diamonds were unearthed from the soil, their brillance catches the light as workers marvels at the find. What begins as a small collecetion soon turns into an avalanche of riches; the land yield diamond after diamond, as if the soil itself have been hiding treasures for centuries, waiting for me to uncover them. News of the discovery spread like wildfire, creating a frenzy across the country. Diamonds are exceeding rare, and the relevation that Starlight Land hold such an immense supply shocks everyone. My name is on everyone's lips, celebrated as a genius for my foresight and courage.

I, however, am not content with mereky selling the raw diamonds. I want to create something unique, something that can be distincly mine. With His Grace supports, I collabarated with Sir Adam—a craftman that will soon be known by the world for its unique craftmanship. I begin sharing my pln with him. Each piece designed with artistry and precision, my jewelry become highly sought after by nobles and commoners alike. Men and women adorned themselves with my creations. I decided to open my own jewelry shop, under the Duke's name as I am still not legal but I am in charge in handling the store. Mystic Allure— my jewelry store, quickly turns into a lucrative business, bringing steady stream of wealth to the Duke's estate.

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In the quiet elegance of Duke Edric's study room, a low fire crackled across the dark oak and richly bound books lining the walls. Duke Edric leaning back in his leather armchair, his gaze sharp and focusing on Sir Derrick, who stand respectfully across from him, his expressions one of deep concern.

"Your Grace," Sir Derrick began, his voice steady but laced with irritation, "it appears that the Thorne family has learned of Lady Aveline's success. The news of her fortune from the diamond mine has spread far and wide, and expected, it has reached them."

Duke Edric's face darkened as he listened, his jaw tightening. "And how are they reacting to this news?"

"Unfortunately, in exactly the way we anticipated," Sir Derrick replied, a trace of contempt slipping into his tone. "Marquess Harry has already sent several letters to the castle, each one more insistent than the last. He's demanding a share of Lady Aveline's earning from the mine, claiming it is only fair, given that they are blood family and once raised her."

Duke Edric's eyes narrowed as Sir Derrick hands him the lastest letter from Marquess Harry. The Duke scans the words, his expression shifting from dissapointment to a quiet fury. The entire message is a blatant request for money— there are no inquiry about Aveline's well-being, no offer of a visit, and certainly no sign of genuine care. It is clear that their only interest in Aveline is what she could provide for them.

After a moment, the Duke place the letter down, his hand lingering on the parchment, his hand lingering on the parchment as if to restrain his anger. "How shameless," he muttered. "They care nothing for her—only the wealth she has worked to create. They didn't care to support her before, yet now they crawl back, drawn by the scent of coin." He straightened, eyes steely as he looks up at Sir Derrick. "Their greed is intolerable, Derrick. We will not be manipulated by their schemes. I refuse to give a single coin to people who show Aveline no kindness, no loyalty, and certainly no love."

Sir Derrick nods, understanding the Duke's intentions perfectly. "I'll prepare a responce at one, Your Grace. Shall I make it clear that further letters from the Thorne family will not be entertained?"

"Indeed," Duke Edric replies, his voice cold and resolute. "Inform them that this is the final word on the matter. I want them to understand that Aveline's fortune is her own, and that their attempts to reach her through greed will gain them nothing."

With respectful bow, Sir Derrick turned to leave, prepared to craft a letter that would carry Duke's unwavering message. Duke Edric remains seated, his gaze fized on the fire as he resolves to shield Aveline from those who sought only to benefit from her achievements without any true regard for her well-being. For as long he is alive, he will ensure that she is protected and valued— not for her fortune, but for who she is.