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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

"FINALLY, it's over," Gypsy said, then she plopped to the sofa. She would have removed her shoes already, but Yvo was still there. "Yvo, aren't you tired?"

It was as if they didn't practice a complicated dance for two hours straight. To be fair, they danced three different routines during those two hours. However, she didn't have the stamina that the young master had.

Hence, she looked ragged while Yvo still looked fresh.

"I'm not tired, Noonim," Yvo said, then he got down on one knee while looking up at her. "But we can take a break since you look exhausted. Should I ask the maids to serve refreshments before we practice for the last dance?"

"But we already practiced for the top three dance that nobles of our stature are required to do during a banquet," she said, confused. "What last dance are you talking about?"

THE WINNING STREAK