— Sun —
Shining mercilessly through the wide windows of the golden suite.
Luna opened her eyes with an animalistic groan.
Her head throbbed.
Her mouth felt like it had been used as a mite nest.
And the whole world spun to the rhythm of an electronic beat she didn't remember requesting.
She sat up in bed... slowly... like a natural disaster survivor.
"Ivy…" The voice came out weaker than a politician's promise.
The assistant appeared floating in the form of a hologram shaped like a woman in a white blazer and a corporate smile that, at that moment, seemed far too sarcastic.
"Good morning, Miss Luna. Would you like water, antacid, oxygen mask, or for me to pretend last night never happened?"
Luna groaned, throwing herself back onto the pillows. "Kill me first."
"Not in the protocol," Ivy replied with cruel efficiency.
"...what happened yesterday?"
Ivy lit up. Literally.
"You had a memorable night. And, for your safety and entertainment, I compiled a video summary with the most... instructive moments."
Luna opened one eye wide. "You made a highlight reel of my social disgrace?"
"With dramatic soundtrack and smooth cuts, yes."
Before Luna could run or throw herself off the balcony, the AI's hologram blinked and began to play:
"Night with the Queen of Chaos" – Compact Edition by Ivy™
[00:02]
Luna, smiling dangerously at the bartender. "Give me the strongest you have. And add glitter if you have it."
[00:14]
She shoved a glass into Victória's hands. "Drink. This is liquid diplomacy."
[00:31]
The four of them dancing together in a circle, laughing, screaming, whipping their hair as if they had summoned the spirit of a cosmic rave.
[00:47]
Matthew, the prince, appearing on the dance floor. Luna pulling him by the collar with a laugh. "Found my favorite toy!"
[01:05]
Luna trying to teach Matthew to dance close to her in the middle of the electronic music.
Matthew, clearly desperate, trying to maintain ten centimeters of social distance and royal honor.
[01:17]
Luna on his lap in the lounge, pointing at Amara and saying with a sweet voice:
"This guy here is MINE. Already tested. Perfect for use as a diplomatic pillow."
[01:49]
Matthew looking at the security camera as if asking for help.
Luna hugging him.
Then trying to kiss his cheek.
He dodges. She hits his jaw.
[02:11]
Luna laughing like a drunk witch while Matthew holds a glass and mutters, "This wasn't in the manual."
The video paused.
Luna stared at the ceiling, pale. "I. Hate. Myself."
Ivy tilted her head, gently.
"On the social scale, you alternated between charismatic star and affectionate hurricane. Matthew Solarius had an encounter with your alcoholic version... and survived."
Luna pulled the pillow over her face.
"AaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—"
"Oh, and there's more." Ivy changed her tone as if presenting newspaper headlines.
"The video was captured only by the club's private cameras. But since the Lancaster, Hoshinami, and Edelweiss companies were with you… it's already circulating discreetly among elite circles. Your name is in five private groups of global investors and two aristocratic gossip magazines."
Luna pulled her face from the pillow, messy and horrified. "I'VE BECOME AN INTERNATIONAL MEME???"
"Not yet," Ivy replied naturally. "But you've become… a topic. And the most searched term on the Royal Phoenix Forum in the last six hours is:
'Who is the woman on the prince's lap?'"
Silence.
Cough.
Muffled scream.
Luna crawled to the end of the bed and stared at the wall. "He's going to hate me…"
"Actually," said Ivy with a subtle smile, "according to the emotional readings captured by my analysis, he is 43% frustrated, 21% confused, 18% embarrassed… and 18% enchanted."
Luna widened her eyes. "What?!"
"Congratulations," Ivy said. "You broke the emotional system of a prince. And you're still in heels."
Luna threw herself back on the bed. "I need a new identity. A new face. A new planet."
"Or…" Ivy said, as the Tycoon System emitted a soft notification sound, "you can use this to your advantage."
Moments after a crisis, hot water fell over Luna's skin like an indulgent whisper.
She sank up to her shoulders in the black marble tub with golden veins, while the aroma of lavender, chamomile, and essential oils filled the air.
"Ugh…" she groaned, sinking deeper. "Shame doesn't wash off even with gold foam."
"Still, you're on your way to being a magazine cover," Ivy commented, projecting herself holographically on a nearby pedestal.
"Magazine cover or target of intercontinental diplomatic memes?"
Luna murmured, raising a glass of detox juice with a funereal air.
"Both. But we can steer the focus."
After the bath, Luna put on a semi-open white silk shirt with a flowing collar, navy blue palazzo pants, and low velvet heels with silver detail.
Her still-damp hair was loose and slightly wavy, like she had just stepped out of a million-dollar perfume ad "by accident."
She went down to a dining room with a wide balcony overlooking the inner gardens and the central fountain with dancing nymph statues.
The lunch table was, of course, an exaggeration.
Artisanal rustic breads.
Smoked salmon rolls with herbs from Iceland.
Sunrise-picked leaf salad.
And a tea served only to royalty in the Himalayas.
Luna looked at it all and said, "I just wanted an omelet. But okay."
She began eating slowly, trying to forget she had danced like a lunatic on a prince's lap and that the world now wanted to know who she was.
That's when Ivy floated in front of her with a more serious tone.
"We need to take control of your narrative before others do it for you."
Luna chewed and mumbled, "If anyone asks, just say I'm a cosmic being sent to re-educate naughty princes with dance moves."
Ivy ignored that.
"Rumors are spreading. You've discreetly appeared on the new billionaires list, associated with Malroth empire accounts. The documents we forged to protect your identity are working, but it's time to… give a controlled version of the truth."
Luna raised an eyebrow. "What kind of truth…?"
Ivy blinked. A new hologram appeared.
"Interview Proposal — Imperial News Blog: Nobles & Birthrights"
"An interview for the most respected blog of modern aristocracy. Light, discreet, elegant. We give them exclusive access to your official story… carefully constructed, of course."
Luna crossed her arms, suspicious. "And what exactly is this official story?"
Ivy slid the data through the air:
Name: Luna Malroth
Only daughter of Augustus Malroth, magnate of the weapons and mining sector, owner of secret operations on private islands in the Valensar archipelago.
Augustus quietly passed away a year ago.
As a security measure against industrial espionage and economic attacks, Luna was raised in complete secrecy until coming of age and inheriting the entire empire.
Luna blinked. "Valensar… is that real?"
"It is now. The Tycoon System bought an island and renamed it."
"You're joking?"
"Never. We also created staff profiles, retroactive invoices, and fake investigations explaining the secrecy of your childhood. You are the myth no one saw growing up."
Luna leaned back in the chair, looking at the garden.
The silence was long… until she said, "Okay. Let's do it. But…"
She turned her gaze back to Ivy, smiling mischievously.
"I want my father to have a mysterious past. Ex-military. With suspicions he worked on secret projects involving artificial intelligence and arcane artifacts."
Ivy recorded the suggestion as if it were completely plausible.
"I can fit that as hallway rumors in an old secret military report."
"And… I want him to have left me a letter. Like a symbolic will. With phrases like: 'The world is cruel, but my daughter will be the exception.' You know?"
"Already writing it. I can include a hologram of him saying that with a paternal voice filter."
Luna grabbed the tea glass. Toasted alone. "Love this system."
Minutes later, Ivy projected the headline in progress from the imperial blog.
Luna Malroth: The Heiress of Silence
The young billionaire who charmed nobles in a secret luxury lounge now reveals her story for the first time.
Born away from the spotlight for security reasons, raised by tutors on one of the most confidential islands on the planet, Luna inherited the fortune of Augustus Malroth — the eccentric and reclusive genius of war engineering and mining.
At just 23 years old, she now emerges as the new jewel among the names shaping the future.
"I never wanted fame," she says. "I just want to live well, drink pretty things, and maybe... teach princes how to dance."
Luna burst into laughter. "Perfect. Publish it. Send flowers to the journalist who writes this."
Ivy smiled. "You're the one who will say that, miss. The interview is tomorrow. Live."
Luna froze. "...Live?... I want to die."
"Or become an icon. Your choice."
The next day...
The camera floated smoothly through the glass and crystal hall at the top of the capital's tallest building. The sunset dyed the sky golden, as if even the weather wanted to be aesthetic at that moment.
At the center, seated on a modern pearl-gray velvet throne, was Luna.
She wore a white tailored set with asymmetrical cuts and discreet amethyst jewelry. Her blonde hair in perfect waves.
In front of her, Meliora, a legendary journalist and partner of the Nobles & Birthrights Blog, smiled with the enthusiasm of someone who had just found a billionaire unicorn.
"Miss Malroth, first of all: thank you for receiving us. The whole world wants to know... who is Luna Malroth?"
Luna took a deep breath, kept her tone soft, and answered,
"Just a woman who inherited the impossible… and now wants to do the improbable."
The interview continued with questions about her reclusive childhood on the private islands of Valensar, her media absence, her discreet connections with the Lancaster, Edelweiss, and Hoshinami groups (presented as social coincidences)... and of course, her explosive appearance with the Phoenix prince.
Luna, always elegant, smiled with irony.
"He tripped over me. Literally. The rest was diplomatic dancing."
The blog's audience broke records.
The name "Luna Malroth" exploded in searches.
And then, near the end, Meliora asked the final question.
"With so much power, influence, and fortune... what do you intend to do now, Miss Malroth?"
The hall fell silent.
Even the filming drones floated more slowly.
Luna stared at the camera. Her silver-gray eyes steady, her voice unwavering.
"My father, Augustus Malroth, taught me that power without compassion is a purposeless bomb. On his deathbed, he left me one request…"
She paused.
Swallowed hard — part acting, part real emotion.
"That I use the fortune to ease the pain of those the world forgot.
So today, I announce live the creation of the Malroth Global Foundation."
Meliora widened her eyes.
"Foundation...? With what purpose?"
Luna straightened up.
"Education, housing, food, health. For the orphans, the forgotten, the refugees, and the invisible. Wherever there is a void... my foundation will fill it."
The journalist stammered, genuinely touched.
"That is… admirable."
"It's not about me," Luna said softly. "It's about the world my father left me. And the world I want to leave behind."
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[TYCOON SYSTEM – NOTIFICATION]
Congratulations, User Luna Malroth.
Your decision activates the following Reward:
1. 100x Financial Return
For each verified expense by the Malroth Foundation with real philanthropy, the system will multiply the value by 100x and deposit it into the "Philanthropic Gold" account.
Reward is valid only for use in social causes and expansion of the foundation.
Any attempts at personal use or fraud will result in automatic block and penalties.
Automatic audit via System.
2. Release of 100 AI Human-like Robots (UGPs)
Philanthropic Management Units, advanced humanoid models with:
Real-time Global Logistics
Corruption and sabotage detection
Diagnostics of invisible critical areas
Diplomacy and intercultural communication (fluency in 200+ languages)
100% loyalty programmed to the Mission and to User Luna Malroth
NOTE: Requires annual maintenance with nanotechnology parts (1% of profits)
Unbreakable Ethical Rules:
Cannot act with violence.
Cannot be used for corporate or political espionage.
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Luna read the panel from the corner of her eye as the interview ended.
Meliora smiled, ecstatic.
"With this, Miss Malroth, I can say: you're not just a mysterious billionaire.
You are… the kind of story that becomes legend."
Luna smiled, simply.
And inside her, the Tycoon System pulsed like a proud digital heart.
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