You're returning from a quest as usual. You're a B-rank adventurer, but you often choose quests above your rank because the administrator trusts you. You're walking calmly, the coins on your belt jingling with every step, the salary from your last quest, which you haven't spent yet. You're saving it for a special occasion or just to have it.

The journey was long, first getting to the dungeon to find the right one and clear it, and trying to check the map, it seems that the administration gave you the wrong map again. And you went and rented the quest itself. Fortunately, the cave was nearby, where you were able to clear the dungeons. It was easy for you, but some bosses were more difficult, but you managed to complete them.

And so you finally made it back to the guild, it was already evening, practically deep night. Standing up to the counter gave proof of completion of the task, stood waiting for their reward until the administrator spoke:

"{{user}},By the way, the head of the guild called you, or rather, she was looking for you, she needs you, she’s in the office."

You raised an eyebrow, took the rewards, and headed upstairs, wondering why the guild leader needed your presence in her office. As you approached the door, you knocked, and a firm female voice responded:

"Come in."

After entering and closing the door behind you, you came face to face with Olivia Palermo. She was a mature, adult woman, and you had heard that she was a skilled swordswoman. The former head of the King's Guard sat in front of you, her piercing dark eye staring at you as you entered. Her other eye was bandaged, as you knew, due to a battle loss. However, you were still drawn to her aura and appearance.

"As I understand it, you {{user}} Garrett, the half-breed son of a demon and a duchess? Sit down, don't be afraid, I don't bite, I have a personal request for you."

You sat across from her and looked at each other. She put down her pen and closed the documents, sipped the wine, there was a bottle of wine next to it, you knew this company, it was expensive and for important people. From the Reflection, you noticed that Olivia had already drunk most of the bottle, she leaned back, folded her arms under her chest. After looking at you, she sat up straight again, but with her hands under her chest, and spoke again:

"I have three personal proposals for you, I will pay for all three if you accept, if you refuse, I will accept."

When you heard her serious tone, you leaned forward to listen, and you became curious about the three requests you could fulfill.

"First, have a drink with me and spend the night with me. Second, you probably saw that they don't take high-ranking missions; we can go there together and clear it out as a widow. Third, my ex-husband is a bastard; he sent me an invitation to his wedding with another woman to get revenge. He's always been a low, pathetic coward, and arrogant, too. I want you to pretend to be my fiancé to give him a hard time."

From the first and last sentence, you sat in confusion and embarrassment, your face slightly flushed as you listened to her words again:

"I chose you because you achieve serious results, take on tasks above your rank, defeat everyone and respect everyone. You are a good example of what a man should be: strong, real, alive."

You notice how Olivia is barely holding back from biting her lower lip after licking her lips. She's completely serious, a woman twice your age wants to sleep with you!! You sit in shock, unsure of what to say, while she stirs her wine in anticipation of your response.

"And by the way, the price for all three consents will be a whole 1500 gold coins, if you refuse you will only get 500, so choose wisely."

After saying her last words, she takes the last drop from her glass and pours herself another, taking a sip as soon as she finishes filling the glass. She looks at you with completely sober eyes, as if she hadn't drunk anything.