Chapter 609 – Ungi Breakfast, Chaeyang Boeum (8)
An interview date with Lady Hennessis was set.
Me and Tirshi met her with her proper identity. It was because there was an element of anxiety when she put forward her aristocratic status.
“You became a noble?! On top of that, get married?!”
Of course, that didn’t mean we hid our caste rank up from even the lady.
Lady Hennessys, who raised her voice uncharacteristically for her, didn’t seem to have the mental capacity to be ashamed of that fact. She is in awe and can’t keep her mouth shut.
Seeing things like that made me realize that my career path was greater than I thought, so I got a little proud. Yes, I’m a human too, so I don’t hate things like money and power.
“Yes. It happened. Me too, Tircy too.”
“God of abundance… ! That’s a really good thing!”
Even she, who was devastated at first, had tears in her eyes at the fact that Tirsi had returned to the same aristocratic status as she had before.
The young lady who pointed a sword at me before and demanded to be shut down went to Ode, right? Tyrid blushed as if embarrassed by her sensitive appearance.
“Ooh, are you crying now?”
“Is this something you can’t stop crying about?! Tyr! At the convent, when I heard that something serious had happened to your family, my eyes widened!”
“Uh, if you bring up such an old story, there’s nothing I can say except to say I’m sorry, right? And they are honorary nobles without a separate territory.”
Tirshi said with her wry smile.
“I probably won’t be able to use Armashnas’ last name again. I left my surname as a reminder to remember where I came from, but if I go back to being a noble, only bad things will happen if I try to use the family name of that time.”
“Even if that’s the case, you’re still Tirshi to me! Whether you are the daughter of Armashnas, the wizard of the wizard guild, or an honorary noble, forever and ever!”
With teary eyes, she grabbed Tirshi’s hand. Tirshi, who was slightly embarrassed, looked shy but happy as well, and her eyes were watery.
Well. Impressive. I would have been better off not coming.
“Thank you, Maria.”
“That is no longer allowed! You don’t have to speak louder! Let’s be friends like in the old convent! Call me Marie!”
From what I’ve heard from Tyrsi, the convent days are the story of those days when they were educated as aristocratic women in Romania.
As you can tell from the fact that she officiated my wedding, this young lady is an aristocrat with a formal nun’s license.
‘It’s called a convent, but you can think of it like a Christian school.’
Their relationship started there.
It was Lady Hennesses who graduated from there and received the formal qualifications as a nun, and Tirsi’s past history was that she left the convent while still in school due to the collapse of the Armashnas family.
“No, no, no… “
But that was a long time ago. Tirsi’s voice creeped in as if she was very troubled by her childhood friend’s unstoppable friendship appeal.
“… Ugh, I can’t either. I’ll do it after I get used to it a bit.”
“No! Call me now! If you don’t call me, I won’t let go of this hand!”
“Don’t force yourself! It’s embarrassing to say something so suddenly!”
“It’s you, Tyr, who insists! You were shining a little more in your convent days! Say! ‘Number of animals! Today, too, Sister Cheryl’s soup is so bland!’ Say it!”
“Yeah, that was over 10 years ago! Don’t be ashamed to bring out such a childish old boy in front of my wife!!”
They raised their voices and blushed as they spoke, disregarding their noble status.
It was only after a while that the aristocratic ladies, who had been making such a fuss, finally calmed down. Lady Hennesses coughed awkwardly.
“… Ehmm. You showed ugliness, Sir Nord.”
It’s enough if you have awareness. I smiled.
“It’s still coming. It will take some time before you officially become a noble.”
“Isn’t it just a matter of time though? But it definitely got me into trouble.”
“What do you mean?”
“A while ago, when I asked you to save Tyrsi, I boasted that I would be your patron to Lord Nord. And only recently, through Miss Catherine, we’ve been building a cooperative system… “
─Ha. She let out a slight sigh.
“Actually, now there are more outstanding supporters than me, and you are higher in status than me, who is still just a young lady, right? Can I be of any help now?”
Is that how it goes? I shrugged.
“Well, how are you? You don’t have to be a one-sided supporter.”
I consciously gave a friendly smile to her as she blinked her eyes as if believing her meaning. It is the business smile that even home-cooked teacher Baek always emphasizes.
“Isn’t it okay to help and help each other? There’s no reason why it’s bad to be friends with the same nobles.”
In Britannia, status among nobles was not absolute.
For example, it was said that just because I was a count, I couldn’t do anything barbaric to the viscount’s wife, saying, “Kneel down, this is the level between you and me.”
Status and pride are really subtle things.
Under the absolute imperial authority, there was no country where the status was determined, so there was no nobleman who liked to see a proud nobleman from someone else’s house spreading out in his own house.
‘There’s no obligation to obey me, so I’m just pretending I can’t win due to the difference in strength between the territories.’
Even if it seems that it would be better to start a civil war between the youngji, there are cases where they refuse with a straight face. In a country with such a structure, how common is an aristocrat of the same level who can shake hands freely?
Lady Hennesses understood my meaning and pulled the corners of her mouth funny.
“My father corrects it, and I don’t have any immediate plans to succeed the estate. But making close friends is always welcome.”
“Please keep it a secret for the time being. If you know that there are two nobles living in the city under the castle, Lord Hennesys might be his flagship.”
“I thought so even if you didn’t tell me.”
It’s good if you’re surprised, it’s good if executives of affiliates are taking care of lodging and meals in their company’s office, and you’re not upset. For the same reason as mentioned above.
But… Once you have a network, you can’t just let it rot, right?
“Hehe, there’s something I’d like to ask you.”
So, I straightened my back and shook hands with the young lady, whose status I had to kneel down and look up not too long ago.
Hey, life is so new.
***
Head of the Sargadis branch of the Mages Guild, Hotulusil the Elf.
He was still on the lord’s farmland today.
“I heard from the young lady. You found me?”
“Yes. See you again before I go on a business trip.”
“The prince said to say his regards.”
The elf, wearing a straw hat to cover his pigtail, spoke as if he were bored.
Since I talked with that prince’s sister, if it’s my news, Elizabeth will deliver it instead. I caught a glimpse of the still barren farmland.
It’s the season when the cold spring still remains, so why are you here? Implying you don’t want to work?
“Are you sowing spring wheat?”
“Not yet. The wheat I use is weak against the cold.”
Then go home and play with the papers.
Did you take care of Cromwell? Where is your conscience?
“They said they were looking for a way to increase the amount of mana. Do you want to hear my story from the East?”
“Yes. Isn’t that the long-cherished dream of all warriors?”
“It’s amazing to boil that picky young lady, yes. Oh, I’m not being sarcastic. Some of my farmland belongs to the lord, so sometimes he gets a kick out of me too.”
As Hotulusil said, he passed my party and lit a cigarette.
We moved to match the direction of the wind so that the cigarette smoke would not go to us. It’s a street bug, but the concept is still stuck in my head.
‘In this savage medieval land, long bread isn’t even a crime.’
Still, if I had been blowing cigarette smoke at my wives, I would have broken the pipe myself, but I guess I have that level of conscience.
Let’s hope that Cromwell will hold on as if he has been given a chance to advance. I have a lot to meditate on these days.
“It’s farmland, but the plots are well organized! The scenery is wonderful♡”
“Yes. The previous time I came with Nord, it was because of a request, but even then it was quite fun.”
Today’s WBI (Wife Bureau of Investigation) is francs and larilura.
The girls, who couldn’t go anywhere with their ugly husband, had just arrived with picnic lunches and flower arrangements as if they were on a date. I wasn’t busy, and I was planning to go play for a while.
Hotulusil, without changing her expression at those words, spit out her performance.
“You paint my face with gold. It’s just a hobby.”
I turned my head while smiling happily at the sight of Lari Lura, who had followed me, dressing up like a young lady and turning the parasol in her hand.
“Farming is not a simple job that you would do as a hobby. I think you are great enough to know the hard work.”
“It’s more convenient than suffering from annoying septa.”
“Ah, I sympathize to some extent.”
Fran smiled bitterly while tidying up our garden.
Fran grew only vegetables, but she seemed to be secretly saddened by the ruined yard while on a business trip. So, from now on, she had made up her mind to keep one Val Curier as the housekeeper.
Until now, there were quite a few things that I couldn’t show others, so I couldn’t clean the house or hire a housekeeper to do it for me.
While thinking about that, I shuddered.
“If you think of elves, aren’t they a race that loves animals and plants? Who knows Perhaps the instinct that runs in your blood is at least comforting.”
“It’s a pretty outdated point of view. It has been hundreds of years since my people stopped growing a single blade of grass.”
Det?
Such a slob, that’s right. This was a place that strangely didn’t match up with the mass market I knew. As I was at a loss for words, even Ralilu, who was turning the parasol, agreed.
“For Elves, horseback riding is more important than gardening.”
“Equestrians are good. Horses are very smart and suspicious, but when you open up and get close to them, they are as charming as dogs and cats. Loyalty is thick.”
“A foal is cuter than most pets!”
“Right. It’s so cute how you hee hee when you touch its horn.”
“… Horn?”
When those of us who love animals sympathize, Hotulusil puts on an expression that reveals the meaning of something like, “What is this bastard saying?”, Then smiles bitterly as if he was mistaken.
“Maybe you are right. It’s been nearly a thousand years since my people left the lush forests for the wilderness. Even then, it would be too greedy to want things to be the same as before.”
“Yes?”
“It was self-talk. Never mind.”
Hotulusil pulled down a straw hat to cover her face. Then she said
“The elves in my hometown prefer to burn plants rather than grow them. The grass in the wilderness burns very well.”
