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[The Crown Wolf game revolves around Yvo Woolsey– the secret heir of the banished Wolf Clan.
But Yvo, the ‘Crown Wolf,’ believes that the man-eating wolves that once terrorized the empire weren’t from his clan– but from the monster-infested dungeons. It’s his goal to prove his clan’s innocence.
To do that, Yvo has to gain power first. Unfortunately, his “older sister,” the marionette of his greedy relatives, threatens his position as the next duke–]

[Skip story mode.]

Pressing the [Skip] button is Gypsy’s first major mistake as a transmigrator.
In her defense, how could she think straight after waking up in a strange world with a splitting headache?

[Do you accept the role of Lady Gypsy Woolsey?]
[Accept.]

Accepting to play the role of Lady Gypsy Woolsey, the character with the same name as her, is her second major mistake.
After all, Lady Gypsy Woolsey is Yvo’s FAKE evil(?) sister.
As cliché as it sounds, the minor villainess that she possessed will die at the main character’s hands.

[Would you like to activate or disable the System Guide?]
[Disable.]

Switching off the System Guide is Gypsy’s third and biggest mistake. She thought everything is just a long and bad dream that will end soon…
… until she met the main character in the flesh.

“Call me ‘Young Master’ when we’re alone,” Yvo, the Crown Wolf, said coldly at her the first time she arrived at the duchy. “We don’t have to pretend as siblings when we do not have an audience, Noonim.”

Gypsy, who finally accepted her sad reality, swore that she’d butter up the Crown Wolf for her survival!

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Butter Up The Crown Wolf

As soon as Yvo realized that his meeting with the merchant guild members wasn't as important as what his noonim made it out to be, he wrapped it up– much to the members' chagrin.

These people were sent by Cyrus Helion, so it could only mean one thing.

[Noonim and the brat Crown Prince worked together to trick me into coming here.]

"Shut up," Yvo said coldly to the five merchant guild members that he had a meeting with. "I already know that Prince Cyrus only sent you to keep me here for as long as you can."

The five gentlemen faked a cough and avoided his gaze.

Right now, he was in the private lounge of a famous restaurant in the duchy's capital. He had already been a good host since he prepared a feast for the gentlemen. Now that he knew this meeting was only meant to stall him, he had no more reason to stay there.

THE CURE