Tonight， You Will Be Mine. 228

Chapter 228 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (8)

Northern Gaul, the Ardennes City of the Margrave of Lemoang.

The fortress, which served as a gateway to the border, was experiencing dazzling prosperity every day. Since the arrival of the baron who succeeded the dead Marquis, it has been like that without any surprise. The trend of having a place for the purpose of socializing as a luxury was also fading, and the emergence of various gatherings was proof of that.

All the people of the territory praised him for his remarkably improved housekeeping. Romuald, who was a wandering knight who faithfully wandered the battlefield despite no one recognizing him, and was eventually recognized by the central government blinded by political strife and greed and was reborn as a baron.

Of course, not everyone was so appreciative.

There must have been some envious luxury, like the women who walked out the front door of a newly built villa and rode in a luxurious white carriage. As you can tell by looking at the glittering gold plating on the exterior of the cart or the unusually prominent hair, they were powerful nobles in the land.

“It’s surprising that the hostess of a poor margrave is holding a tea party.”

Even though it snowed all year round, the road was paved so well that the wheels of the wagon rolled smoothly all the time. It was an impossible road-based development without thorough follow-up management. It was a completely different look from the old days when it was like a kang village.

Estelle, whose naturally pink hair stood out on her face full of color, was very uncomfortable with it. A daughter of a bourgeois family and once a leading actress in the kingdom, she eventually married her now husband and achieved her rise to status as her baroness.

However, even though she is from the king of Amman, a woman who is only a daughter-in-law sits down in the family of a margrave. Not to mention her off-white color, even to me, a woman of the same age, she was a step above. It was not unreasonable to feel an inferiority complex due to title and beauty.

“What are you thinking now?”

“Huh, it seems like he wants to pretend to be a local, just because his situation has improved.”

In response to her arrogant expression, Isabel, with her gorgeous purple hair, chimed in with her. Covering her mouth with her feathered hand fan spread out, she was a typical ruling class woman. In the Brienne estate, which is ruled by her family, she has a reputation for being a very difficult person.

The jealousy of Estelle, the Lotringen wife, is still extenuable. Because they are from the same center and both got married to the north around the same time. She was only a few years old, and a girl who rose to the ranks of famous actors was often compared to others who were three or four years younger.

On the other hand, what about Isabel Brienne? She simply couldn’t stand having someone over her. So her bride, who had been married for less than three years, had already broken up her relationship with her husband.

“You two, it’s good to gossip, but be careful when you go to the mansion.”

Like Yvonne, here Madame Poitiers, who gave her attention with her luxuriant sky-blue hair hanging down.

“Because there is no other powerful person in Gaul these days who has as much prestige as Baron Ardennes.”

The central socialite gave a cool nickname to the three women, famous for their colorful hair. Although geographically belonging to the north, the two barons who belonged to the center politically were relatively neutral, but the wives of the counts, who had a close relationship with them, were collectively referred to as this.

Three-colored noble ladies.

Even if they are not comparable to Pyewolsuhwa, they are also the wives of noble families. There is no law that says that a person with a high status must be beautiful, but at least the ladies in three colors were like that. Pink Estelle, purple Isabelle, and sky-blue Yvonne each have their own charms to match their nicknames.

“That’s natural. In the first place, I have never looked down on Baron Ardennes, have I?”

“Mrs. Lotringen is right. When it comes to Dior’s Romualdra, you’re born from birth, but you’re actually a member of a prestigious central family. Millennium Gong is said to have been the most cherished child in his life, so it was strange that he had not been properly evaluated even after establishing so many majors.”

Yvonne said yes, nodding her head. Inwardly, he was talking badly about the two women, but it was only directed at outright jealousy and arrogance, not because he disagreed with such evaluations.

“It’s just that. Even if you say it openly, doesn’t Madame Lemoang have a bit of a hypocritical side?”

“Ah, I think I know what you mean. It seems that he has sympathy for having to deal with lowly people in a poor border environment. It’s normal for a thousand things to whine about being lazy and ask for a tax cut while just complaining every day.”

Estelle and Isabelle giggled. They were two people who got along really well. It was a shame because she was a countess of a higher status, but it was difficult for her to get rid of the feeling that if it wasn’t for that, I too would have been caught and abused.

‘Mrs. …’

To be honest, Oriane was a good person. At least, that’s what Yvonne Poitier had been through for many years. She was so perfect, like a fairy tale character, that although she felt alien, there was no reason to doubt her character.

‘It’s just boring. He and these women are all fine, but inside they are full of vanity, so it’s not fun. I think I’d like to review the contents of the new manuscript in my room.’

In her tumultuous wagon, Yvonne slapped her bruise as she leaned against the window and cupped her chin with her arm. Dongto was a neighborhood she liked, although the excessively cold weather was sometimes embarrassing. There were many landscapes to capture in her eyes, and so were the beauties she wanted to use as subject matter.

“Come to think of it, I heard that Duchess LeBlanc and Abbot Marguerite are staying at the mansion right now?”

“That’s right, I’ve heard rumors going around lately that the relationship between the two of you isn’t good.”

“It must be a feud due to the marriage of Baron Bonama and Ardennes. I once met the abbess at the central social circle. Her love for her brother is really extreme.”

“Because he is a deeply affectionate person. She is dedicated to helping the poor, so it goes without saying that she loves her family.”

“That’s why my relationship with Countess Melanie Dior is not good either. Why did you marry Count Dior after wearing Baron Ardennes, who was once a wandering knight in Tarn’s younger days? Thanks to that, there are very ugly rumors going around the South these days, but I can’t seem to do anything like this.”

“Oh, I think I heard that too. Rumor has it that the Summer Stones in the South are preparing to go to the North.”

Yvonne, taken aback by the fruitless conversation, blinked her long eyelashes. There was no other way for her to pass the time like daydreaming, because looking back, there were a lot of strangely beautiful women in the frozen land these days.

‘How many are there in all?’

First of all, there was Oriane, the Marquis’s wife. The woman with elegant blonde hair and aquamarine eyes was a figure that perfectly matched the traditional beauty of Gaul.

Next was Lucienne, the Winter Stone of the North. She, who surpassed her mother in her fame, was also known for her blonde hair, her ruby-red eyes, and her icy demeanor.

‘Mother and daughter Lemoang.’

Henrietta, the Duchess in question, was also upset when she was left out. With her reddish purple hair and apatite eyes, she, like her brother, is a typical beauty of the West Continent, and was the first to coin the term four seasons stone in this country.

‘Queen of society.’

In terms of overall prestige, is it definitely the abbess of the abbess who has recently become enemies? She certainly wouldn’t win against Marguerite Dior, who could guess her appearance even with her plain dark brown hair and plain clothes.

‘A woman from a high family.’

What if Melanie, an old Tarn lady who is considered the summer seat of the South, joins them? The combination of silvery white, like the color of her sandy beach, and jade, reminiscent of the sea, she would bring back her tension, which had probably loosened.

‘The symbol of the South.’

Spring, summer and winter stay in one city. This was about the extent of the whereabouts I heard right away. Moreover, although it was somewhat unfamiliar, Yvonne thought to herself that the three-colored lady had the right to join the ranks.

Even if I conscientiously confess that it was at the end.

‘I guess the exceptions are Autumn Stones and Eternal Stones?’

The beautiful woman representing the west and Princess Jang who was considered the best in the center because she was said to be comparable to the four seasons in terms of sheer beauty.

But you don’t always know what’s going on in the world. It wasn’t such an absurd delusion that the active long princess Marianne was going, considering the status of the frozen land that was literally going crazy.

‘I’ve only heard of Ga Eul-seok’s name, but I don’t know it well, so even if it’s out of the question, hehe…’

In the same vein, Yvonne found her own delusion very interesting. The habit of nobles is to arm themselves with evil and hypocrisy for survival and comfort. That’s why some of them, like me, will be busy trying to maintain the family’s influence.

It is a word floating without substance. Even if it is not credible, it is not so with the thick experience of the world.

Azure Yvonne still remembers her memorable phrase from that time. On the one hand, she also believes that Dior has become Ardennes and nothing has changed.

Lords of the continent, if you truly want supremacy, capture Romuald.

‘Isn’t this the same now?’

If she was a wise woman, she would have realized. As long as she took over his heart, regardless of the means and methods, she could achieve unprecedented success, regardless of status.

Coincidentally, most of the beauties chosen by Yvonne, Countess of Poitiers, had obstacles of their own.

It didn’t matter. As she saw it, what mattered was whether her motives for moving her baronet for the sake of my woman were met, not her status as a courtier.

Adultery and incest are basic knowledge for mature Gaul nobles. Even if you pretend not to be on the outside, in your heart you regard morality and ethics as a pretense, and if you are a quick-witted person, you will soon be able to calculate.

That it would be good to try to capture Romuald, Baron of Ardennes.

… Like yourself