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◈ I Unleashed a Gossip Gallery in Another World ◈

Chapter 3: Lady Yurian

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“Phew...”

About thirty minutes after I received an indecent photograph from the empire’s only esteemed ducal lady, one so obscene I did not know where to look, I watched Lady Yurian’s murderous comments continue to pour in, her refined tone completely gone.

>Anonymous: Why won’t you open it?

>Anonymous: I saw the view count going up.

>Anonymous: Don’t just read it. Answer me, you Eraser bastard.

‘Can I really give her a mod badge like this?’

Of course, Lady Yurian had perfectly met the requirements I had set for opening one.

Judging by how active she normally was, she seemed more than capable of running a Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery.

Still, the reason I hesitated was her status.

‘It feels wrong to put one of the ruling class in charge...’

House Agnail was the Magnesia Empire’s only ducal house, a family that wielded power on par with the imperial family itself.

And Lady Yurian was the eldest daughter and next heir of that ducal house.

Naturally, she belonged to the same ruling class I hated and guarded against in the galleries.

‘It’s a shame, but I’ll have to find someone else.’

I felt bad for the lady who had even sent such an indecent photograph, but just as I was about to turn her down...

>Anonymous: If you don’t open it, I’m jumping.

>Anonymous: Think I’m joking? I opened the window already lol

>Anonymous: Want me to attach a picture?

Lady Yurian, who had been continuing her threats, suddenly used the image attachment function and sent over a photograph.

>Anonymous: [Attached a photo.]

The photograph showed the lady’s slender legs perched precariously on the windowsill at the top of a high tower.

>Anonymous: Final warning, okay?

>Anonymous: Your username’s in my suicide note. Yep.

From the look of things, she really intended to jump if she did not get the mod badge.

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: Why are you going this far?

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: At least tell me why.

A little alarmed yet unbearably curious, I left her a comment.

>Anonymous: Do you know what it feels like to be chased out of the place you belong?

>Anonymous: Have you ever been abandoned by your family and destined to be sold off in a marriage deal?

>Anonymous: If you haven’t, explaining would just be a waste of breath.

That was Lady Yurian’s loaded reply.

“Ah.”

After reading it, I searched for Lady Yurian’s name in the gallery and finally understood why she was so desperate for a mod badge in the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery.

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[Notice: Yurian von Agnail is removed as head mod of the Noble Ladies Minor Gallery.]

Author: Emperor

Following numerous reports and the resulting investigation, all of Lady Yurian’s misdeeds have been confirmed as fact.

Accordingly, Yurian von Agnail is stripped of her head mod privileges in the Noble Ladies Gallery and banned from every gallery related to the empire for one year.

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Lady Yurian was the former head mod who had been impeached and driven out of the Noble Ladies Gallery.

[Anonymous: Lady Yurian <- Upvote if it feels great watching her fall lol]

[Anonymous: She bullied such a kind Crown Princess, so this is incredibly satisfying hahaha]

[Anonymous: The Crown Princess was supposed to get the Noble Ladies Gallery head mod spot in the first place, but Yurian lobbied the Emperor and stole it, yeah]

Putting together the information about her mentioned in the Gossip Gallery, it seemed the public considered her the worst villainess imaginable.

“Hmm...”

After confirming all that, I quietly smiled and nodded.

‘That changes things.’

A former mod impeached from the main gallery crawling into the Gossip Gallery and becoming a mod there.

That was the Gossip Gallery’s annual tradition.

And she even had a thirst for revenge?

Calling her the perfect recruit for the dark Gossip Gallery would not be an exaggeration.

[Would you like to open the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery?]

There was no reason to stall any longer.

‘You really walked right into this.’

It was time to make the empire’s one and only ducal lady, the worst villainess, into the slave she wanted to be.

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“Ha.”

House Agnail. At the top of the tallest tower in an annex built behind its grand estate.

“...So I was wrong after all.”

Lady Yurian sat limply on the windowsill at the top of the tower. When the answer she wanted never came, she lowered her head weakly.

‘What a pathetic end for the worst villainess.’

That morning, she had been confined to the annex as punishment for being removed as head mod of the Noble Ladies Gallery.

Inside were only one of her cherished dresses and an extravagant tea table. No one would visit her there anymore.

The only way out was to agree to the elders’ marriage deal.

For proud Lady Yurian, dying was the better choice.

‘Well, it’s not like I regret anything...’

Truthfully, she had few regrets.

To climb to her current position, she had lived her whole life like a villainess.

She had always assumed she would go to hell when she died.

She even calmly accepted her downfall under absurd false accusations as karmic retribution.

‘I should’ve eaten lots of sweet, delicious snacks...’

Yet now that she was truly about to die, even someone known for being so headstrong could not stop tears from gathering in her eyes.

Cakes she had rarely eaten while striving to be the perfect young lady flickered before her eyes.

Still, it was time to put aside those lingering attachments.

She had cast off even her dignity and shame for one last desperate struggle, and it had failed. She no longer had a reason to live.

[You have been appointed manager of the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery.]

[Accept? Y/N]

Just as Lady Yurian steeled herself, gritted her teeth, and leaned forward...

“Eh?”

An unbelievable message appeared before her.

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: Accept the badge.

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: And get down already, you crazy bitch;;

The lady read the messages again and again with a dazed expression. Then her eyes widened, and she hurriedly climbed down from the windowsill.

“...!”

Her hands trembling, she quickly put on her dress and hurriedly accepted the manager role.

“Haa...”

Lady Yurian sat on the cold stone floor for a while and let out a breath.

‘What a good little thing.’

With a faint smile, she wrote a comment to the person who had saved her.

>Noble Lady Gallery Eraser: I love you, Gossip Gallery Eraser ♡

>Noble Lady Gallery Eraser: Will you marry me?

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: Go do your job, you fucking bitch.

Lady Yurian’s eyebrow twitched slightly at the cold reply.

“What a rude bastard.”

Would this mysterious person dare say that if she stood right in front of them?

She pouted as she briefly entertained the thought, but the next comments made her expression stiffen.

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: And this is none of my business, but...

>Gossip Gallery Eraser: Don’t throw your life away so carelessly.

Silence followed.

“...”

Lady Yurian’s eyes reddened slightly in that silence.

How long had it been since someone had shown her kindness?

Maybe it was just a kind word offered out of politeness.

Still, for someone who had received nothing but cold looks both before and after her downfall, it was incredibly precious.

‘I have no way of knowing who they are or where they live, but...’

After sitting in silence with her head lowered for a long time, the lady wiped her eyes with her sleeve and murmured to herself.

‘...I’d like to meet them at least once.’

For the first time in her life, she felt genuine affection for someone.

“Eh?”

That affection did not last long.

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[Urgent Notice: Please don’t post selfies in private posts!!!]

Author: Gossip Gallery Eraser

It’s really difficult for me when you post a selfie with only your face covered because you’re trying to hide your identity...

I’d also appreciate it if you didn’t hold a note reading “Gossip Gallery Eraser ♡” in your mouth while doing it!!!

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A mere minute later, the person she liked made a post with obvious malicious intent in the Empire Village Gossip Gallery.

“Eek...!”

Lady Yurian’s face instantly turned bright red, and she hurriedly left a comment.

Noble Lady Gallery Eraser: Why would you say that, you crazy bastard!!!!!!!

But it was already too late.

ㄴAnonymous1: Hahahahaha she’s actually insane lol

ㄴAnonymous2: Was that what the private post from earlier was about? Hahaha

ㄴAnonymous3: Looking at how she acts, she really is head mod material, yeah

ㄴAnonymous4: Please show us the noble young lady’s humiliating selfie proof too ㅠㅠㅠ

Now that she was the manager of the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery, Lady Yurian was stuck using a fixed username.

At that moment, a nickname that would follow her for the rest of her life was decided.

The Moderator’s Selfie Slave.

“I’ll find you and kill youuuuu!!!!!”

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[Notice: Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery Rules]

Author: Noble Lady Gallery Eraser

I’ll delete whatever I want.

I’ll ban whoever I want.

If you don’t like it, kindly get lost^^

P.S. I’m perma-banning every bastard who calls me Selfie Slave.

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After the selfie-proof incident that had kept the Gossip Gallery buzzing for some time, the newly appeared Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery began to truly flourish under the furious notice posted by Noble Lady Gallery Eraser.

[Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery]

[Anonymous: Lady Yurian <<< It feels great now that she’s fallen lol]

[Anonymous: Is that bastard Second Prince seriously impotent?]

[Anonymous: Upvote if you sigh at those old hag bitches who show up at debutante balls dressed better than the main characters lol]

[Anonymous: Imperial ball invitations <<< If you didn’t get one, don’t go around calling yourself a noble lady~ hehe]

Naturally, thanks to users who had long held grudges, the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery boasted an overwhelming rate of new posts and proudly entered the real-time popular galleries.

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[Title: Hey, little ladies, your big sister has some advice for you hehe]

Author: Anonymous (Marchioness Violetta)

It’s nothing much, but young ladies, don’t edit your portraits.

It makes you look a little low-class, don’t you think? Hehe.

Anonymous1: Your words truly show the wisdom of age^^

Anonymous2: We can see your husband’s face in them lol

ㄴAuthor: You’re all too young to know how the world works, hehe.

ㄴAnonymous3: At least we don’t have that old-hen stink like you do, big sister^^

ㄴAuthor: Where do you live?

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They might have spoken with all the refinement expected of noble ladies, but the way they traded fatal blows in those elegant tones was enough to send chills down the viewers’ spines.

“Hehe... Some of these young ladies are doing quite amusing things.”

One person was especially displeased by that situation.

“But that’s all it is.”

It was the Crown Princess, who had risen to become the new head mod of the Noble Ladies Gallery in Lady Yurian’s place.

“Maybe provincial nobles would use it, but our high nobles would never participate in such a filthy gallery.”

The morning after the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery appeared, she invited the young ladies under her command and the high-ranking noble ladies who had previously served as deputy mods to a tea party. Smiling, she openly brought up the Gossip Gallery.

“You all agree, don’t you?”

She lightly covered her mouth with her fan and asked in a chilly voice. Replies immediately came flooding in.

“Of course, Your Highness!”

“Even if I died and came back to life, I wouldn’t even log into a place like that!”

“We have dignity to uphold. What young lady would willingly smear herself with filth?”

The Crown Princess nodded with satisfaction as she watched the young ladies desperately eager to flatter her.

“Of course, of course.”

Behind her fan, the corner of her mouth was already twitching wickedly.

‘After everything I did to bring down Lady Yurian, there’s no way I’ll be shaken by some grotesque gallery.’

The Gossip Gallery had certainly been an unexpected variable for her, after she had carefully plotted Lady Yurian’s downfall.

But the Crown Princess was confident she could easily overcome a crisis like this.

If the noble deputy mods and the young ladies under her command united, they would never get tied down by such a filthy gallery.

“...”

About five minutes later.

“...Cough.”

As she leisurely enjoyed refreshments, the Crown Princess checked the Gossip Gallery again just in case. Upon reading its posts, she nearly spat out the tea in her mouth.

[Anonymous: Crown Princess <<< She’s already building a faction the moment she becomes head mod!]

[Anonymous: (Breaking) Crown Princess says, “The Gossip Gallery is for insignificant provincial nobles only”.... Is this for real?]

[Anonymous: Crown Princess <<< Isn’t she from a provincial count’s family too? Why is she spitting in her own face?^^]

[Anonymous: Lady Yurian never discriminated against provincial nobles lol]

[Anonymous: Upvote if you already miss the former head mod hahaha]

For some reason, the Noble Ladies Gossip Gallery was overflowing with posts slandering her, alongside details that nobody could possibly know unless they were present in this very room.

“Everyone?”

Sweating coldly, the Crown Princess called to the young ladies she had invited to the tea party, wearing her usual frigid smile.

“Ah, yes, Your Highness.”

“Why did you call us?”

“Did you have something to say?”

The young ladies answered slightly late, as though their attention had been elsewhere. They gave the Crown Princess the same smiles, their eyes curving pleasantly.

-Grrrk...

For a moment, the Crown Princess lost a little of her composure. She roughly set down the teacup in her hand, veins bulging across her face.

“...It’s nothing.”

All she could do was force herself to keep smiling and grit her teeth.

Even as the mastermind of high society who had brought down a ducal lady, she was powerless before the Gossip Gallery.

[Gallery Admin Chat +999]

The gallery administrators around the world, closely watching the situation, were no different.

>Another Noble Ladies Gallery...?

>Please explain in detail. You say it can’t be shut down?

>Is there truly no way to stop it?

>Is there at least some way to bypass the anonymous system...?

The natural predator of the ruling class, the Gossip Gallery.

At that moment, this unexplained phenomenon began to firmly establish itself as an object of fear among the ruling class.

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