I Became the Youngest Daughter of the Mafia Family

… Okay.”

When the maid was gone, the others gathered together and cursed her.

“Lucky girl.
Thinking she’s working alone.”

“Leave her alone.
Matilda said she’s from a slum.
There’s nothing good to see.”

“How come she’s working here? I really don’t understand.”

Matilda, who had a good ear, heard all the stories but quietly carried her food, ignoring them.

***

“Uh, huh!”

Ashmia ran up and down the stairs and through her mansion.

“Lady! You’re doing great! Just a little bit more!”

The training rotation was in the order of basic physical strength, self-defense, martial arts, and shooting.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

“Relax your shoulders.
I can see that you’re afraid of recoil.”

“Hmm.
I want to do that, but I’m constantly getting tired.”

“But you still have talent.
I hope you do your best so this doesn’t turn out to be beginner’s luck.”

“…Thanks.”

Ashmia couldn’t see it as beginner’s luck.

Michael did not neglect shooting and training every day during his lifetime, to the extent that there was a joke which went like ‘half of the bullets at the National Police Agency’s shooting range are shot by Michael Rose alone.’

Did the habits and efforts of her previous life help?

After about three days, Ashmia quickly found a pace that was right for her, and her training went smoothly.
Finally, she made sure she trained several times against ‘weird models’ with Vanessa.

At first, Vanessa looked at Ashmia with an expression that said ‘Why are you training like this?’, but after hearing Ashmia’s explanation, she took it seriously.

“Knock it down, but don’t get hurt.
That’s important.”

“All right!”

Bang—!

Ashmia watched while she wiped her sweat with a towel as Vanessa fought against her model.

She ate well, slept well, trained hard, and a week passed before she knew it.

“Great.
Let’s do it like this for today.”

“Thank you for your hard work!”

“You did a great job too.
Let’s take a day off tomorrow.”

Rest was just as important as training.

Vanessa agreed with Ashmia.

“Lady.
Why don’t you go tomorrow to the Special Ability Management Bureau I mentioned earlier?”

‘Oh, right.
Come to think of it, we talked about that.
To be honest, I want to lay down all day…’

After another sip of water, Ashmia replied while looking at her trembling hands that showed the aftermath of her training.

“Okay, let’s do that.”

***

The Ability Management Bureau was located in the center of the city, and it was built almost as if it were attached to the National Police Agency.

Ashmia got out of the car and looked at the National Police Agency, instead of the Ability Management Bureau.

As soon as she died in her previous life, she opened her eyes immediately to find herself in this body, so Ashmia looked up at the absurd building with a strange mix of longing and boredom, even though she had not seen it for about a week. 

‘What are my old colleagues doing right now?’

“My Lady?”

“Yes, let’s go.”

Ashmia turned around as if to shake off her regrets.

The prosecutor and staff of the Department of Human Resources opened their eyes wide when they received the documents.

“Well, if you don’t mind…”

“Do what you think is right.
Please take care of me.”

Right now, Vanessa was definitely ‘mafia-like’.

The poor employee was sweating and hurried to prepare the examination after hearing the words which sounded like threats, although they weren’t.

‘It’s been a while.’

When she was Michael, he had to take this ability examination before becoming a police officer.
The disappointment he felt when he found out he was normal felt as vivid as if it happened just yesterday.

“Lady, aren’t you nervous?”

“Yeah.
But it’s whatever.”

“Really? Then why am I nervous…?”

While chatting and laughing at Vanessa’s words, an employee who had been carrying the documents a while ago came back in a hurry.

“Hey, come here.”

When Ashmia entered the loom that looked like a small glass polyhedron, she saw an icosahedral mana stone floating in the middle of the room. 

At that moment, her heart began to beat really fast.

—Could you put your hand on the mana stone?

Following the announcement from the speaker, Ashmia slowly placed her hand on the mana stone.

The test method was simple.

Touching a part of her body with the refined mana stone for examination, just like she did now, and it was over.

The contact should be kept for a maximum of one minute, and if the person being tested is a person with mana, the mana stone responds to it and lights up, and sensory reactions related to their ability appear.

However.

5…10… 20… 30 seconds.

Vanessa, who was waiting outside, looked more nervous at the unresponsive mana stone.

‘Are you sure the lady is normal? Would that be possible?!’

At that moment, as if responding to Vanessa’s wish, the mana stone began to glow and vibrate.

Whoosh~

‘Is it supposed to be like this?’

Ashmia was also experiencing it for the first time, so she couldn’t know.