The middleaged man called out to her desperately, but Prodia left without looking back.

‘Ah, these imperial parents.’

Prodia shook her head with a tired expression.

The Abeom Empire’s royal family held an annual competitive exam to recruit administrative staff.

And Prodia had made a name for herself as the empire’s private tutor.

The reason she became a teacher was simple.

Firstly, after giving birth to Prodia, the Countess died, and the Count’s health rapidly deteriorated.

In the end, the family’s power declined sharply while the Count lay ill.

Secondly, the most effective way to erase debt was through ‘teaching someone.’

In other words, what was called ‘producing’ in this world could be replaced with ‘education.’

So Prodia started working as a private tutor to feed her family, using all her previous experience as a private tutor and her knowledge from studying for exams.

Soon, Prodia became a brilliant teacher with a 99.99% success rate in the royal competitive exam. Not Edu… but a great teacher.

However, it all turned out to be futile.

Prodia looked into thin air and shouted inwardly.

‘…Status window.’

A blue status window immediately popped up.

Pa[Dash]!

[Prodia Duser

Remaining Debt: 8,569,942]

Fortunately, she had safely passed the first quest, erasing a million debt points.

But the road ahead was still long.

‘I worked so hard, but I haven’t made much progress. Ah, it’s driving me crazy.’

She had really worked day and night.

But Prodia had only managed to reduce the debt by that much, and there was a good reason for that.

A newly hired servant approached Prodia as she arrived at the Count’s house.

Prodia shouted inwardly.

‘Status window.’

Then, the servant’s status window appeared before Prodia’s eyes.

Pop!

[Name: James.

Job: Servant of the Count Duser.

Dream: Resign.

Ability: ……]

Prodia said inwardly.

‘Skip the ability and go to the next.’

Then the next page of the status window appeared.

[If you produce James, you can erase the debt: 22.]

‘…….’

It was always like this.

She had examined every student she taught, but the erasable debt was always tiny.

Although she had no choice but to use a strategy of collecting small amounts to build a mountain…

‘No, how can I erase all the debt at this rate!’

When she felt that there was no more way left.

‘That’ was announced.

The [Abeom Empire Buma Selection Tournament].

(This is a time delimiter.)

Abeom Empire Buma Selection Tournament

[The Empire’s Princess, ‘Arlin Abeom,’ is holding a competition to select her spouse.

Judging criteria: Various abilities will be assessed.

Participation qualifications: Anyone in good health can participate.

Final winner’s prize: Marriage to the princess and 10 million gold.] Prodia carefully read the royal letter in her hand.

The somewhat startling content was about selecting the princess’s husband through a competition.

In such a thoroughly classoriented society, they would ignore status.

‘What on earth happened to the royal family?’

But that was not for Prodia to know.

What’s important now is that this competition holds her lifeline.

Because, as soon as she accepted this letter, a new blue window popped up.

Ding~!

[Quest Initiated!

Find a suitable candidate for the ‘Aibem Empire’s Groom Selection Competition’ and produce them.

Failure leads to: Death and editing hell.]

Indeed, all of the cram school tutoring up until now had been a waste of time.

The one opportunity God mentioned.

It referred to this competition.

(This is a time separator.)

After that day.

Prodia had her servants spread rumors within the empire.

That [The crab tongs private tutor Prodia Duser Yeongae, a countess with a 99.99% royal public examination pass rate, is looking for a talent to send to the groom selection competition].

The effect was tremendous.

Days later, countless letters poured into Prodia.

Wasn’t she the shining private tutor with the royal public examination pass rate?

Everyone thought so.

‘The one who receives Prodia’s choice will become the groom.’ they said!

‘Um, good.’

Prodia nodded her head in satisfaction.

Now all she had to do was meet the applicants and display their status windows.

There must be at least one among them.

Someone fitting for God’s ‘suitable candidate’.

Specifically, a candidate who can reduce her sins the most.

‘I don’t care about high ability. I’ll only check for extinguishable sins.’

It doesn’t matter if some idiot is placed before me.

I will raise him into a man fit for a groom.

And finally, numerous applicants gathered for the interviews.

The garden of the Duser estate was suddenly filled with young men of the empire.

Prodia sneaked a peek outside through a window in the mansion.

‘With so many people, there must be at least one who can hit the sin jackpot.’

I will definitely find him today.

Thinking so, Prodia turned her head.

On the bed across the room, Count Duser was asleep.

She recalled the image of her father, who smiled brightly at her when she was young.

Was the fact that he had become like this somehow her fault for her sins?

That the punishment she should receive was being borne by her family?

Every time she saw Count Duser, a part of Prodia’s heart was occupied by such guilt.

Prodia sighed.

But now it’s okay. She knew what God wanted to do through her.

‘Produce a suitable candidate, win, and then share half the prize money… I can erase the sins, and solve the family’s financial crisis.’

After that, she’ll properly live this new life given to her.

She clenched her fist with a determined expression.

And soon after, Prodia’s first audition began.