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TVGS 13

TVGS | Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Lady Elemoer had changed.

No—she was exactly the same.

Or perhaps even more ruthless.

On the day of the Sistina Poorhouse opening, murmurs spread throughout the plaza.

Those noble ladies who had seen her up close at the ball insisted that she hadn’t changed at all—and that even this event was laced with vicious calculation.

Though the capital had seen many poorhouse openings before, none had ever provided such abundant benefits to the destitute.

As they looked at the gorgeously decorated poorhouse, flaunting the overflowing wealth of House Elemoer, the noble girls raised their eyebrows.

“This is clearly a move to ruin Lady Evelyn Mason’s poorhouse project,” huffed a brown-haired young noblewoman, placing her hands on her hips. The others nodded in agreement.

In aristocratic society, charitable efforts toward the poor were a way to showcase moral integrity and nobility of character.

Therefore, among the socialites, it was customary to space out such large-scale charitable acts by at least three months.

But Lady Catrin Elemoer blatantly ignored this rule and opened her poorhouse just two weeks after another noble lady’s grand opening, snuffing out her rising popularity.

“She insulted our friend Lady Lucia Elemoer with such outrageous words at the last ball—and now she’s truly going off the rails.”

“Should we all gather in front of the poorhouse and protest? Or maybe we could borrow a newspaper, like when she slandered her own fiancé…”

“Yes! We could criticize Lady Elemoer’s lack of sincerity. And now that the terrifying Duke Elemoer is gone…”

Their voices, filled with indignation as they stared at the long line of people waiting for assistance at Sistina Poorhouse, were suddenly cut off by an unexpected voice.

“…Those who only speak with their mouths are no different from those who show no mercy. Heros, what was the next line at the temple gate?”

Chills ran down their spines as they all turned toward the approaching click-clack of heels—Lady Catrin Elemoer.

Wearing a brilliant red dress and smiling coldly, she looked like a solitary, dazzling, venomous rose.

“They are entirely useless,” Heros, her butler, replied in a calm tone.

As Catrin tilted her chin and chuckled lightly, the noble girls’ eyes wavered.

“I knew charity was often a display of vanity… but to bare your claws even in helping the poor? That’s as vulgar as it gets.”

“V-vulgar?!”

One girl tried to argue, but none of them could win against Catrin’s sharp tongue.

“Vulgar and reeking of rot. Why don’t you go ahead and shout it to the crowd—accuse me of breaking the donation schedule. Let’s see how they respond.”

She stepped in close, eyes gleaming coldly, as if ready to grab someone by the collar. No one could say a word.

This year’s famine was brutal, and the Emperor had shown no interest in food distribution. The public was already disgruntled.

To utter such privileged nonsense here could easily provoke the fury of the starving masses.

Catrin knew it well—and she used it to mock them.

Eventually, the girls, fists clenched and shoulders trembling, backed away.

“L-let’s just go.”

‘When Duke Elemoer was alive, they didn’t even dare meet my eyes—and now they think they can crawl up? Not a chance.’

Stretching languidly, Catrin turned toward the poorhouse.

A long line of the impoverished awaited her appearance.


After delivering the opening remarks hastily drafted by Heros, I slipped into the drawing room.

‘Good. The revolutionaries came.’

I had worried they wouldn’t show, but thankfully that didn’t happen.

It paid off to stock generous amounts of food, field gear, and medicine.

Leaning back lazily into the sofa, I pulled out my smartwatch to check on the revolutionary army’s status.


Revolutionary Army Info

  • Military Strength: Insufficient [More]

  • Equipment & Supplies: Insufficient [More]

  • Comfort Level: 49%

  • Funds: 320 Den

  • Revolution Progress: 59%


When I tapped [More] under “Equipment & Supplies,” detailed sub-categories appeared.

Equipment: 40/300 (Needs replacement)
Food: 140/300 (30-day supply)
Medicine: 130/300 (30-day supply)

Seeing that a single sponsorship had filled up a 30-day supply of food, I couldn’t help but smile.

Just yesterday, it had been a miserable zero.

At this rate, Etias wouldn’t have to starve anytime soon.

Though his health meter hadn’t added another heart yet, I could tell it was only a matter of time.

A body weakened by hunger tends to recover once it’s properly nourished.

“Distribute the remaining supplies to the poor who didn’t bring flyers.”

“Understood, milady.”

Leaving the leftover inventory to Heros, I stretched my arms.

The sun was already beginning to set outside. They should be arriving any minute now.

Before long, I heard a knock from Heros.

“Milady.”


Three people, cloaked and masked, sat across from me.

So these were the key figures of the Scavengers—the group I had only ever read about in printed text?

—Milady, how on earth did you learn this method?!

‘Go to the masked shop at the Night Market, place the invitation inside a cup with two candles, and hand it to the owner or clerk.’

That’s the method I had read in the original novel, and when I explained it, Heros had been thoroughly alarmed.

I shut him down with a curt “you don’t need to know” and had him deliver the invitation.

And clearly, it had worked. Seeing them show up proved it.

But why do they look so stiff?

At the sound of Heros politely clearing his throat, all three flinched.

Then the man in the center finally spoke.

“I am Cain, operations chief of the Scavengers. I hear you require our assistance. In what area, exactly?”

From what I understood, the Scavengers were a very neutral organization—unlike the imperial or parliamentary factions, they were more of a guild for the people.

Kind of like Robin Hood’s band—vigilantes punishing the wicked.

And yet here they were, directly asking for business from someone like me—an infamous noblewoman and known imperial sympathizer. Maybe they were more open-minded than expected?

Also, Cain held a high position in the organization. It was surprising to see someone like him show up in person.

“May I also ask why you came to us, specifically?”

With a faint smile, I answered calmly.

“Because I needed a group Padelmon can’t buy.”

Padelmon Elemoer. The vile man eyeing my delicious inheritance.

A frustratingly sociable creature who’s spread his influence far and wide—and known to betray even allies by buying off enemies. He’s a slippery opponent.

“What makes you think we can’t be bought by Count Padelmon?”

“Because he’s been interfering with your operations in the dirtiest ways, hasn’t he?”

At my pointed remark, Cain’s hand twitched slightly.

Padelmon had been salivating over the gambling halls the Scavengers operated to siphon money from nobles.

Using his aristocratic connections, he’d managed to shut down two of their establishments and was now exerting pressure on them.

“If he steals my assets and builds power, it’s bad news for you too. As they say, ‘the enemy of my enemy is my friend.’”

I folded my arms and proposed an alliance.

“So, do we really have a reason not to join forces?”

What these people needed wasn’t a classic villainess’s threat—it was enticement. A carrot. Forming a long-term collaboration would be better.

“This is…”

I pushed forward a pouch filled generously with gold coins and said,

“A little interview fee for the three of you making the trip.”

The trio flinched at my bold offer, but I just smiled with confidence.

It was a clear signal: even if we became partners, I would be the one holding the reins.

“As expected… You truly are Lady Elemoer.”

After exchanging looks among themselves, Cain finally responded.

“We’ll cooperate.”

I smiled, raising the corner of my lips in satisfaction.

“What should we begin with, milady?”

It was all going surprisingly smoothly. A little too smoothly, perhaps—but hey, there are days like this.

‘If I can grow closer to them this way and eventually get intel on Jeffrey Whistler, all the better.’

Rising from my seat, I pointed out the window.

My planted informants had already sent word.

“Well then—looks like things will get busy starting tonight.”

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The Villainess Gets her Sponsorship

The Villainess Gets her Sponsorship

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Score 9.9
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2025 Native Language: Korean

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~Plot~

Katrin Elemore wakes up inside the novel “Star of the Revolution.”
She is now the villainess who fights against her favorite hero, Etias, and she is first on the purge list.

Then the author gives her a mission:

“Forget dull text. As a character, help Etias in real life!
If you fail the conditions, you will simply die. Good luck.”

So Katrin must hide her secret help for Etias and support his revolution.
If she is caught, she dies.

Katrin cheers him on in secret:

“Etias, stay strong!”

Yet to his face she acts like a rich, arrogant villainess:

Etias: “It seems you really enjoy tormenting me.”
Katrin (coldly): “You’re mistaken. I’m only doing my duty as His Majesty’s loyal subject.”

Her plan is simple: fund Etias quietly, flee to a neighboring country once the revolution starts, and feel proud when he succeeds.

But things go wrong. Etias’s cool blue eyes lock on her.

Etias: “You supported me, so take responsibility. Stay by my side forever.”

 

How did he find out?

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