The Villainess Wants to Marry a Commoner!! (WN)

I could always see what people had shining.

Especially if its owner is something he cares about, it shines nicely.

That's why I want it.

I have a younger brother of four. His name is Ursh.

Ursh has an adorable fiancée who cares so much about her.

Seems like my fiancé Isabella is the only 'treasure' for Ursh.

For some reason, my family, the "Snabble Family," has many unusually obsessed with the "treasure" that I once defined as "the only".

'Treasure' is not necessarily 'object'. For example, it is a 'person', an 'act', or a 'concept'.

He said his great-grandfather's "only" was "treasure hunting". He spent his whole life searching for "The Royal Cemetery of the Benogueden Empire" and "The Hidden Treasure of a Linlay Thief Destroyed Five Hundred Years Ago".

My grandfather's "only" is currently under investigation. You care about people's treasures.

Mother's 'only' is' Pretty girl or pretty boy under ten '. Beautiful boys will soon be made to dress as women, so I'm wondering if it would be a good idea to decide that I like "Pretty Girls Under 10" almost.

Because of my mother, I was made to dress as a child. [M] It's annoying 'the only', really.

Well, you had no choice because you were a beautiful boy. I don't know what to say to myself, but I look neat.

By the way, my father is my son-in-law's adopted son, so he doesn't have this nature.

Obsessed with the 'treasure' of this' Snabble family ', I don't mind mumbling to get it, and the nature of not relenting towards those who stand in its way or try to take it away. In addition, my clan is called the "Fafnir clan" because they have grown the power of the "Chamber of Commerce" to make rough money.

I'm also wondering if I could someday have the kind of 'treasure' that I don't mind wanting, but I don't feel like I could have a 'treasure' at the moment.

More than that, I'm concerned about the 'treasure' that people have, and I can't help but want it.

Right now, what I care about and want is my brother Ursh's fiancée, Miss Isabella. You just have the position of Duke's Lady, so you can't inadvertently get your hands on it.

Already Ursh's 'only', so not knowing what Ursh will do when he tries to take it is also making it harder to get a hold of it.

And the other thing I can't help but notice is that Miss Isabella is looking up at you with her sparkling eyes. Well, he's my brother.

At first, you didn't know why your brother Ursh was so valued by his fiancée.

My eyes are thin, and I don't know if they're open. My hair is fluffy and dry, and I fluff it every time it moves without clumping. It's a prolonged way of talking like you can't help it. I'm indifferent around me. I can't possibly sleep well. You don't wonder what kind of dream would make you a sleeping minister like you failed to turn around like that.

But Miss Isabella said she liked Ursh like that or something nice, and she took care of it and looked at it sparkly, so my brother kind of looked like a very nice good thing. You're glowing.

That's all taken care of, so it doesn't make a difference to good stuff ~. I want it ~.

Can I have two more sets?

Miss Isabella can't get her hands on it 'now' because she's a duke's warrant, but if she comes to Ursch's daughter-in-law, she's not a duke's warrant anymore, and she's going to be a merchant's wife, so the handicap around there will be less, right?

In order to do that, we need to get rid of what could be an obstacle.

I stand diagonally behind my eyes, staring out the window, calling out to my 'brother at the end', dressed in a black and white lolita piece.

"Wesley. What happened to what you were asking for?

In contrast, his younger brother, who is almost nine years old, answers with clarity with his hair curled in a vertical roll.

"At the moment, Father and Grandfather, they're not feeling either. We're both on guard for Brother Walter, so it's easy and helpful to move. But the former Hyde Chamber of Commerce official and Paul's guard are tight, and I still don't know where your father is."

"What about your mother?

"I don't know if it's okay. As usual, I'm changing into a toddler girl with pills, surrounding the girl and meeting her for tea. Your mother's heart will always be stuck in The Land of Children (Neverland), and it doesn't matter what's out there. I'm sure you haven't noticed anything."

I take my gaze off the window and turn to my brother Wesley.

"What else did you find out?

Wesley, asked, with her gloved hand, flicked a vertical roll of silver and grinned nibbly as she narrowed her deep red eyes.

"I think Grandpa's" only "is confirmed by" Arr. "Grandpa Zeng got it when he was doing a" treasure hunt, "and it looks like he entrusted it to Grandpa. It's just sappy where Grandpa's hiding it. Even more so, when Paul was named" The Impersonable Phantom, "when he was captured in return for his grandfather."

"So your grandfather has the last piece of" Array "that your father gathered around the country."

"Dad and Grandpa, you don't seem to care because your brother Walter is making suspicious moves where you two are holding each other back. By the way, can I get a reward for getting this far? Brother?

"Of course. I got the scale of Crystal Snake, a big sea snake crusaded six months ago in the Republic of Caraca. The clear blue scale changes the color of the surface depending on how the light hits it. Is that a good reward for this one?

"Well!! Nice!! Glad to hear it, brother. If you find any other 'Beautiful Demonic Materials', please get them!! And I'm running out of specimen boxes for my collection. You had a glass case like a frame to put on the wall, right? Me too, I want more!!

"Okay. I'll get it ready. I have the crystal snake scales for Grandpa Tao."

"Thank you brother Walter!! Love it!!

That being said, Wesley jumped out of the room with joy and courage.

My youngest brother, Wesley, apparently is currently hooked on "Collecting Beautiful Demon Materials". I'm nine years old and I have a collection room. There are a lot of shelves lined up like a library stacked with specimen boxes by demon type. Soon there will be no place to put the specimen box.

It's just that it's not 'the only', it's just a hobby. What the hell will Wesley be 'the only' from now on?

Let's put that aside and think about the information Wesley brought us this time.

Because the information Wesley brought me matches the information I got myself and the other information I was asking you to look into, you may think it fits pretty well.

My great-grandfather bought "Mysterious Gems Supposedly Demonic Gems" from a treasure hunter he knew when he was looking for "Hidden Treasures of Lynlay Thieves". It seems that my grandfather has given that away and has cherished it to this day as a 'treasure'.

My grandfather seemed wary of me with similar personalities, and after his death, he wanted to entrust the jewels to his brother Ursh, not to me.

But the trouble is, apparently, my father is after the jewel.

It would be a real hassle if Ursh took over the demonic jewels his father was after.

My father, who is after the Devil's Jewel, gets in the way of the future design that I want: "Get my brother and his wife, surround them, flowers in both hands".

So I'll scratch all the demon jewels from the side and take them.

Isn't the name of the jewel perfect for me?

"Fragments of the King of Plunder (Walefor)". A demonic jewel divided into five pieces in all and made it look like a 3D puzzle.

I don't know if you're lying or not, but I was on another continent a long time ago, one of ten 'Demon Kings' split up.

Certainly an old story I heard, seven of the ten shards got a man's flesh and began to live as a man in a tired and favorite land on the journey. But two of the ten had too much power to get a person's flesh. So I usually let my spirit dwell in the magic stone, and instead of lending strength to the bearer with the demonic gem in his hand, I sometimes borrowed the body of that bearer to enjoy the world of men. Was it?

Among them, those who feared the power of their demon jewels, they sealed one of the two demon jewels, and divided one into five pieces, and scattered it all over the continent.

I don't know how far it's true, but it's amazing how all five of the gems that are supposed to have fallen apart into that demonic jewel, the Shards of the Marauding King, are in the Snabble family.

What's amazing is my father, who traveled all over the continent and collected four. Good luck.

Sorry about the hard work, Sole, but I'll take it.

And I'll take care of the last shard that Grandpa is trying to protect for the rest of his life and entrust to Ursh. Don't worry, I'll take care of it.

Now, the beginning of The Treasure Hunt Game in the Snabble Family.