Chapter 182 – 18. Henrietta of Deviation (2)
Marquis of Lemoens, City of Ardennes.
At the time when the sun rose brilliantly on the first day of the flower and bird month, a loud drum sound suddenly resonated. The guards at the north gate notified everyone as they saw the return of people raising familiar flags across the endless snowfield.
The army that went out against the invasion of the Empire is back! A warrior who is determined to protect this land appears in front of me!
A soldier who returns safely without committing a cowardly act is thus greeted with a grand welcome in his hometown. Not to mention those who returned after defeating Ruth, who was famous for being the continent’s superpower. The Marquis of Lemoang became a festive atmosphere every day following the wedding ceremony of the lord couple.
“The hero of the frozen land! The hero of the great snowfield! The savior of the Far North!”
“For Baron Ardennes, the invincible knight of Lumiere!”
A merry drinking party took place all over the city, which prospered day by day. Perhaps it was overcoming the crisis that could return to futile idleness like a dream, and I was happy dreaming of a brilliant future again. And Henrietta, who was watching it through her window in the VIP room of the Winter Mansion, made her strange expression.
“Madam, you are resting. I am sorry. Items sent by the owner closely arrived outside.”
“Is he him?”
“Yes, he sent the servant himself.”
The Duchess, immersed in her thoughts while fiddling with the fan, turned around at the call of her maid. Receiving her round and transparent crystal ball from her middle-aged maid, who was quite old, she asked quietly with her eyes wide open.
“You didn’t bring the messenger inside, did you?”
“Of course. It was tangential so that no one else could see it.”
Henrietta nodded her head and lightly swung her fan. She meant to stop. The lady-in-waiting soon showed her respect with her modest movements of her, and then she quietly closed the door and left. Left behind, the Duchess held her crystal ball carefully and waited for her reaction to her.
Eventually, it sparkles.
The shimmering magic power read the fingerprints of the delicate wife’s fingertips from her. She confirmed her identity as her as it was and played the video and sound contained within her orb her. She thought she would, she expected, but she was definitely a one-way reply. She inadvertently strained her hand holding her fan, but Henrietta sat in her proper chair and watched her record her in her crystal ball.
“Henrietta, it has been many days since you left the East. I heard that Baekryong, the frontier of Le Moen, is quite cold, but I don’t know if she is doing well. Nothing else, but I think I need your wife’s help with our housework this time.”
Arnaud LeBlanc was a middle-aged man with a solemn attitude befitting a man who was once called a hero of national salvation. From the moment she was stroking her handsomely grown beard, she was full of charm, which explains why famous women in Eastern society want to be the duke’s mistress.
“As you know, the LeBlanc family has been contributing to Jacques de Gaullia’s path. Because the dream he had had something in common with my ideal. Unfortunately, your sister-in-law’s family’s business is threatening me and Zach’s predominance.”
One of the reasons why her princess her Marianne, who has her influence her over the entire continent, could not usurp the throne even though she held the gold power of her country her.
Monopoly failure.
The company in which Arno, the hero of the brave, is the majority shareholder, is one hundred per cent, just like his owner. The trading house called Uestveda, which is said to monopolize the western trade starting from a mysterious country in the Near East, earns as much as any other country in a year.
“Until now, no one had ever conceived of trade through the snowfields of the Far North. That’s not natural A idiot would make such an opinion in the face of barbarians in the north and Ruth not knowing when they would invade again. Surprisingly, however, Baron Ardennes has advanced that slim possibility considerably.”
The only problem is the intense cold or the absence of an intermediate base, but the overland route through the extreme northern limit obviously leads to Sarhu via Beda. If Gallia’s rare trade goods go to and from the Far East with almost no tariffs, the profits will never be inferior to that of Uestveda.
“The royal family is nervous right now. I realized that I couldn’t catch up with us in terms of capital gains through the reissuance of the Lemoyn silver coin. Originally, my plan was to purify the Royalists under the pretext that they were disrupting the domestic economy, but now that I know of the attempt to pioneer a snowy trade route, I have no choice but to change the direction.”
It could be said that it was a disaster for the abolished princes. If the royal family played a joke with the amount of northern silver coins, he would have been able to use it as an excuse to win the political battle. However, the baron who appeared like a comet carried out a business that seemed reckless at first glance as an admiral.
“From what I’ve heard, the silver coin reissuance business seems to be something that never existed. Instead, it seems that he is trying to bestow the estate in the outskirts of Ardennes and grant him the title of count. Even the royal family will soon realize which side we are on, so there is no need to be polite.”
The situation flowed in an unknown direction again.
“Here is the main point. Find out about the personality of Romuald, Baron of Ardennes. I want to know if he will be of some help to my family. It would be nice if you could seize your weakness and wield it, but don’t overdo it considering your relationship with your sister-in-law. I am always grateful to you…”
Henrietta, who was looking into her crystal ball, suddenly threw it roughly on the bed. Seeing that she couldn’t stand her emotions enough to break the fan in her other hand, she bit her lip.
‘Sounds like thanks.’
It was because I felt the existence of a hateful bitch in a place that was invisible in the video. The lowly, dissolute pagan witch must have been doing lewd things between her and her husband’s legs. Thinking of her, who must have been intoxicated with her superiority, despising her temple, Henrietta, who was in a bad mood, grimaced at her.
‘Kenna, on the subject of continuing to play with that dirty bitch.’
The Duchess of LeBlanc has a strict distinction between her public and private affairs. She was sincere when it came to family interests, even if it was her husband having an affair with a woman she didn’t know where she came from.
‘Do what you want. In the meantime, I will control the power of the LeBlanc family.’
Even so, he was a man I never liked. In particular, she, who reigned as her social tycoon, saw her lovely younger brother as an upstart aristocrat like the Baron of Ardennes at all. Henrietta, who wanted to find a decent husband for her instead of her man who was a lowly knight, made her promise.
He said he would definitely catch up on Romuald’s weakness.
It wasn’t just because of the argument he had with Marguerite. It is because it is necessary to put such a rein on a man who thinks he has risen in success. If you seem to listen well, there is also a plan to discipline you to become a husband you are not ashamed of.
‘Didn’t I say there’s no such thing as a socialite here?’
Dongto, which was destitute just a few months ago, did not have any social gatherings unlike other regions. Occasionally a modest feast was held somewhere in the lower nobility of Havre or in the county of Poitiers, but that was it.
‘Maybe I can make it.’
Henrietta’s head spun rapidly. She had already planned to purchase a plot of land somewhere in the city of Ardennes with funds drawn from her family. At the villa of the duke’s family, if the hostess invites guests every day, I’m sure that there will be regular meetings in this uncivilized north.
The countess of Poitiers, the baroness of Lothringen and Brienne, a theater actress and musician from Havre, and many other notables were pondered over.
“Smart, aunt!”
Meanwhile, an unexpected guest came in the hallway. Her casual niece her, Lucienne, burst open her door without warning, and she greeted her with a bright smile. She sighed as Henrietta, startedled, checked her visitor, and she sighed, as if she couldn’t stop it.
“My nephew, a grown lady, shouldn’t suddenly open someone’s door without showing signs of popularity.”
“Hee hee, I’ll pay attention next time, so please look at it.”
Lucienne, sticking out her tongue in a playful way like her tomboy her, played her.
‘Damn it, I did it on purpose because I wanted to see a defenseless figure.’
Of course it wasn’t sincere. From the Duchess’ point of view, the Lady of the White House was no different from the girl she had seen a long time ago, but in reality, she was the most vigilant villain in the land.
‘Even though I don’t want to see her engrossed in piercing her pussy her, at least she’s changing her clothes her. The bitch pretends to be expensive and does n’t let me see her underwear in her.’
Lucienne, who had muttered so much that Henrietta couldn’t hear, immediately changed her expression and came into her arms. She satisfied her desire her by rubbing her curvy body her without being pointed out by her.
“Why is a grown girl talking so cutely to her aunt? She does n’t have anything she wants like the other kids.”
“Is Aunt Henrietta the best thing in the world?”
“Oh my, did you? Is she better than your mother?”
“Yes! Aren’t you her aunt?”
No matter how socialite the Duchess was, she could not have foreseen what was hidden behind her nephew’s innocent smile her. Far from being childish, she is a winter stone from the north who is as mature as any other lady, but no one would have expected that the essence of a woman with such a pretty face was so corrupt.
“Of course I am fine. It’s not like this, you want to be my daughter at all.”
“Really? Didn’t I suddenly come to you and make you feel bad?”
Lucienne, with a wide smile on her light cheeks, reached her hands on her under her waist. She enjoyed it by pretending to knead and pull her right buttocks towards her, as she felt that somehow she had become that way.
“Sure.”
“I love Aunt Henrietta!”
In the eastern spring, even the duke’s mistress, who had strong bones in many ways, was nothing more than a naive prey in front of a mystic who commanded her frozen land her. She buried her face in her her Henrietta’s chest her in her willful foolishness her, smelling her fragrant scent her and climaxed.
‘Ah, ah! Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch! I want to eat it, I really want to eat it like crazy! I want to put them on the floor right now and make them lick their toes while fucking fucking selling them! I want to make her cum with my dick and then harass her by slapping her face her mercilessly!’
I deeply regret the fact that it is not yet the right time.
“By the way, my nephew, should I tell my aunt about what happened?”
“Oh, my mother said to ask if I can attend the banquet later tonight.”
“Oh? Of course you have to attend.”
“Exciting! Will you play with me until then?”
Steeply, subtly, yet meticulously.
“Hey guy, was that your intention? What do you want to do with your aunt?”
“Um, why don’t you try the massage I practiced?”
“Massage? Can my nephew do something like that?”
“Yes,hehe…”
He stretched out his sinister spell.
