Tonight， Your Wife Will Be Mine. 9

Chapter 9 – 0. Northern Twilight (9)

Lemoang Citadel, residential space.

The center of the maze-like fortress was like a mansion for the margrave’s family. Due to the nature of the structure designed, it was possible to create an environment isolated from the outside world again in the fort, and it was an area where only the employees or guards who had been with Oriane since they moved could enter.

Even that, men, including sentries, were only allowed to enter and pass through the outskirts. Considering that even the room that was given out to entertain guests during the lifetime of Marquis Baek was attached to it, the top floor, which could only be reached by climbing the stairs beyond the locked door, was truly a forbidden area.

To be precise, it would be an area only for the Lemoang family.

Well, after the death of Gerard, the head of the family, it was meaningless to compare the two facts.

“Miss Lucienne?”

Maid Françoise, who appeared with the sun falling through the window, knocked on the ornate door. Among the servants who entered and exited the mansion, his career was the worst, but he was favored by Lucienne, the lady of the Marquis, so he had quite a strong influence among the servants.

“My lady, excuse me.”

To the extent that he dared to grab the doorknob and enter before the employer’s answer came back.

“What’s up, Bijou?”

At first glance, it may have seemed rude. However, strictly speaking, it was not a big problem. For once, Lucienne, who could be said to be the other owner of the castle, did not mind such an attitude, and her role as Françoise was soon to be that of her ladies’ maid of her, serving her of her.

“You said that when you work, you call me by name.”

“Is it? I don’t really remember.”

Moreover, the Lady of the Marquis took so much care of her personal maid that she affectionately called her Bijou.

“Anyway, you can’t stop it. You promised me not to do that last time.”

“Your nagging is like a bird chirping, so I love hearing it. But I have work to do after this, so I’d be happy if you stop talking about it.”

Françoise let out her deep sigh. She was natural, but she had a reason to do so. She is called the Winter Stone in the North, because her Lucienne here, unlike her beauty her, has a rather difficult personality. She doesn’t hesitate to lash out at people she doesn’t like, sometimes to the point where it’s hard for even someone as close as me to stop it.

“Supper will be ready soon.”

“Then bring it, as always.”

“Sorry, but not today. The mistress begged me to call her young lady to her restaurant her. I guess you invited a knight who made a big contribution in this war.”

Sitting in front of the dressing table and looking into the mirror, Lucienne raised her eyebrows. Possessing formidable charisma, she looked just like the dead barracks, and she would sometimes look at her like this. Her feelings of her were usually shown in something unpleasant.

Of course, even so, the Marquis Baekryeong’s winter stone was beautiful.

Her shiny and flowing hair of her, her eyes shining like snowflakes under her long eyelashes, and her doll-like body that all women would long for.

After all, it was she who inherited the spirit of her father, Marquis Gerard, and the beauty of her wife, Oriane.

“If it’s a knight, then the man his mother called from the capital?”

“Right. Sir Romuald of House Dior.”

“Another petty bastard set foot in my house.”

“What do you mean? Still, he’s a knight who saved the land that the young lady would inherit…”

“Aren’t you a good drifter?”

Lucienne scoffed bitterly. Françoise looked at her with her supposedly troubled expression.

“I didn’t need his help anyway.”

“Well, it might have been a problem that could have been solved if the lady had stepped forward.”

“Bijou, it’s okay, so tell them I’m not attending.”

Lucienne, who did not like her men very much due to the influence of her horny father, Gérard, became more inclined to do so after several encounters with greetings from her center. The tendency of her people who usually found her was that her winter seats were idiots who only heard rumors of her and were fascinated by her smooth beauty.

“If that happens, I will be scolded.”

“Sadly, that weak mother will surely whip you.”

“My lady.”

Françoise agitated with a crying voice. While she was older than the lady she served, she, with her mature charm, had no choice but to plead in front of Lucienne’s stubbornness.

Certainly, Mrs. Le Moyne, Orianne, is not harsh enough to lash out at her hirelings. Even if she was the size of Lucienne right now, unlike her other noble ladies, she grew up without experiencing that common hand injury.

But did she say that being scolded only meant beating her?

As much as Oriane was gentle and affectionate, she was a woman with strict distinctions between public and private affairs. If she doesn’t follow her orders, she will definitely be punished at the end.

“Even if you see me, please give me this lady. She wondered if the mistress would have invited him to her family restaurant rather than to the hospitality corridor? She’s staying downstairs right now, and she’s sent someone to come up soon.”

“Did you just say family restaurant? Not in the corridor downstairs?”

“Yes, I haven’t invited anyone there since the old Marquis died. Is it because the madam must have recognized him?”

“That’s a really big deal.”

Lucienne tilted her head. Françoise wanted everything at this time, rummaging through her wardrobe.

“Yes? So hurry up and decorate it pretty. I’ll help you choose clothes. I also raise my hair with more force than usual. When I asked the kitchen, they said that the lady prepared a lot of things she likes, so she will definitely like it!”

“What are you bothering about decorating again? Take out a suit or something.”

“Ugh, lady!”

“Why? I didn’t ask you to take out some men’s suits.”

“If you do, the knight will call you a gangster!”

“It doesn’t matter if my bastard hates me or not.”

So, rather than persuasion, we agreed on a comfortable dress in a way closer to whining.

* * *

Standing in front of the door leading to the top floor was an elderly maid. According to Rom’s memories, she was the nanny that Oriane had been with since childhood. In her previous life, she was also a loyalist who sacrificed herself so that she and her daughter, Lucienne, could escape during the siege of Le Moen Castle here.

“This way, knight.”

“Thank you.”

Rom, who nodded her head in a rather respectful manner, followed her maid. Unlocking it with the padlock in her hand, she was quite interested in how he behaved with a simple employee like me. Even a knight without a title would be condescending to a mediocre freedman, but I didn’t know that a man who set up a hero-like military service could be so gentle.

“It’s the first time the lady has called someone here since the old Gerard passed away. Presumptuously, this old man wondered if even a hero who saved the territory was being treated too excessively, but judging from the character he felt in the knight, it must have been a misjudgment.”

“I don’t know what to do since you look at me well.”

Rome responded appropriately. Her lack of rudeness was impeccably good manners even with her maids. He was a gentleman who was far from the violent and ruthless people who usually come to mind when talking about knights.

With a smile, the maid who accompanied her climbed the stairs and soon knocked on the door just off the corner of her hallway.

“Madam, I have brought guests.”

“Take them inside.”

Soon, the door leading to the room opened. The maid let her rom in and she bowed her head in the hallway. It was a kind of consideration that she said that if she had a good time, she would be gone after fulfilling her role.

“Then I will go away.”

“Thank you, Nanny.”

The room at the end of the top floor was a family restaurant used by the margrave’s family, and its size was relatively small compared to the size of the citadel. A place for only three people to eat should be spacious, so even if it is decorated well, it will not give a better impression than loneliness.

Coincidentally, that’s why the seat for Rome to sit at the table here today was the seat of honor for the deceased Marquis Gerard.

“Looks like you made me wait a long time, madam.”

“I just got here too.”

Oriane, who was sitting in her chair, invited her to stand up and sit down. For Rom, who had been imprisoned in a dungeon until yesterday, it was a treatment that could only be described as a different feeling.

“My daughter is a little late. If it’s okay, could you wait a little for your meal?”

“Of course.”

Oriane grinned at her rom. It was a smile that was so charming that it would take me crazy. Moreover, less than an hour had passed since I had seen her in her office, but she had already changed her clothes and was so beautifully decorated that I couldn’t recognize her.

It was a very delicate handicraft that was used to fix the beautiful shape of the hair that was braided back and rolled up. It was an item studded with diamonds that gave off a luxurious feeling without being too excessive to the fabric that was painstakingly woven stitch by stitch.

Also, the face focused on emphasizing the natural beauty rather than powdering, and the red rouge of the lips that emphasized the elegance even though the makeup was not specially elaborated was fantastic. It was because it showed off her sexual charm in contrast with the benevolent tolerance of her long, drooping eyebrows.

The emphasis was on the velvet dress. The clothes, which were exposed from the nape of her neck to her collarbones, were a richer red than the crimson I had seen in the morning, and were lined with black silk and embroidered with geometric patterns with gold thread. The cleavage of the upper body exposed without being excessive was an alluring garment.

A silver earring that was subtly exposed, a wedding ring on the ring finger of the left hand that appeared to have never been taken off, and even a pendant that was a bit worn and clunky but that made it stand out more.

If there was such a thing as a noble lady’s incarnation in this world, it would probably be right here in front of Rom.

“Come to think of it, I forgot to say thank you.”

“I just did what I had to do.”

“That’s a very chivalrous word.”

Oriane gazed at her rom, still retaining her dazzling smile. Then she opened her mouth in a cautious manner, wondering what subject had suddenly come to her mind, and whether she thought it would be a good idea to mention it before her daughter arrived.

“Sir Dior.”

“Yes, madam.”

“Do you know why I invited you to dinner today?”

Letting you know that this place is not prepared for simple thanksgiving.

“No, can you tell me?”

“You said you wanted to be part of the northern family.”

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