Chapter 120 – 11. Frozen Land Can’t Dry (Complete)
Anyone who despises those who hold power simply because they are female will inevitably suffer a great disaster. Those with strong bones in the social world of high society should refrain from the habit of looking down on others, regardless of title or not.
“The woman the loser of the northern frozen land falls in love with at first sight is my sister.”
“Oh, come to think of it, didn’t the Duchess get help from our Rom before?”
“The reason why this inescapable wandering knight was able to obtain the title of baron was because of Oriane’s support her. I heard that she had a vassal relationship. If that’s the case, that’s an acceptable line. However, I am concerned that it might be a bit frivolous for a hound to take the place of the landlord.”
“Yes. In many myths and legends, there are prostitutes everywhere who get entangled with a dashing hero without knowing the subject. East, West, South, North, I think there must be a woman more suitable for a hero who has no one he doesn’t covet. I guess this somehow knows what Mrs. LeBlanc is concerned about?”
Because Henrietta Aquitaine knew this, she was able to become the mistress of the eastern baron LeBlanc.
Marguerite Dior also learned it, and she now enjoyed the same status as the goddaughter of the Bishop of Gaul.
Melanie Tarn was equally determined to master that truth.
But two of the three women put those teachings aside for a while. And Melanie, who was the only rational one, couldn’t stop their spirits from growing behind her smiling face. Even if they were the daughters of the grand duchess or the mistresses of the counts, these two were the most powerful women in the eastern and central regions.
“Nothing to worry about. Rumors will be rumors. Madame LeBlanc will find out soon.”
“Whoa, are you worried? I can’t do that. I was just uncomfortable that the rumors that had already been circulating would block the path of my dear brother. I mean, just in case you didn’t know, it’s kind of embarrassing. I’m afraid that a lowborn knight will block our precious Orianne’s path to remarriage.”
“Ah, the dream is really wild. But that’s not what Madame Lemoyn said herself, right? If so, I think it would be a bit strange. After all, I’ve never met him, but there’s such a thing as a woman’s dying age.”
“It has to be. Sometimes I can’t believe that Oriane is the same age as the abbess. I, her older sister her, will seek out to introduce myself to her cute, lovely, and pretty little brother her, a nice, handsome gentleman, not a wandering scoundrel.”
“You are working really hard. I wish you all the best. And if Mrs. LeBlanc is interested in our Rome later, please write me. If it’s her wife’s beauty her, I think she’ll be fine for the next dozen years.”
“Huh? What do you mean, abbess?”
“Oh, no big deal. I’ve heard rumors lately that her relationship with the duke is not very good. It means that if you miss a decent man, you could introduce me to my brother. He’s cool, handsome, and talented. I don’t know her younger brother her well because I have n’t seen her, but I’ve known her wife her for a year or two, have n’t I? If you don’t mind an informal concubine, Margaret will arrange a match for you.”
“… Oh my, I should also say thank you. I think I have a rough idea of how she took the place of the bishop’s goddaughter. I also want to raise a child with her smooth face like the abbot, and send it to Bishop Hu Ravel in the west.”
It was a quiet life. However, a fierce battle of nerves broke out, making it difficult to breathe. She thought that even Melanie, who had been watching until now, would no longer be able to do so, so she, who had been politely holding her hands her, squeezed her body her between Henrietta and Marguerite and carefully took her luck.
“The two of you, Your Majesty will enter soon. If attention is focused on you, you will be in a lot of trouble, so I think you should do it at this point.”
Then the two women with her arms crossed reluctantly turned her head to her side her. Sensing that something unusual was happening around her, she secretly looked at her, but it was so nonsensical that she couldn’t bear to listen properly.
“Huh…!”
“I am not feeling well. It’s a pity, but I’m leaving the festival today, sister-in-law.”
Marguerite turned around quickly. She fired at Melanie, who hid her embarrassment behind her expressionless face her, in a brusque voice, and headed towards the entrance of the plaza. There, she called the butler Leonard, who was waiting for her to come out, with a wink, and got back on board.
“Are you all right, lady?”
“Leonard, cancel everything as soon as you return home.”
“What are you doing? Any troubles?”
“It’s because of Rom. Get ready to go to the Marquis of Lemoang right away.”
Leonard glanced at Melanie, who was standing next to him, with a troubled expression. She read the puzzled look on her face as well as her, bowed her head, and replied cautiously.
“Fix it. Under the circumstances, that’s difficult. Instead, I’ll ask an old friend up north about the situation and ask what happened. If you could tell me exactly what it is for.”
“Then find out. What kind of woman is Oriane Lemoang? If you have a crystal ball with a portrait or video, bring it no matter how much it costs. Find out what else the Marquis Marquis is talking about suddenly marrying Rome.”
Marguerite, who leaned against the back of the chair in the carriage, gasped for breath. Melanie looked at her sister-in-law worriedly, then she quietly shut her mouth. It was because I had no right to speak when she talked about Lumiere’s invincible knight.
“By the way, who is that old friend?”
“Ah, this is a soldier named Mathieu Peltier. We’ve been friends since we were clerk, so he’s a reliable friend. She’s been a little toned lately, but I heard she’s a knight now, so you’ll get the information you want.”
“It must be so. Because it’s about him.”
The benevolent abbess gave the order with an uncharacteristically cold attitude. Leonard answered with a serious bow of her head.
“Is it possible?”
“Let’s go. Let’s leave before the king sees it. If you get caught, you will hear what you said to your brother.”
“As soon as we get back, I will ask Anais to call the doctor. If you say that she is not feeling well because of her distance of her, she will not be greatly blamed.”
Margaret groaned. It was a signal to do so. Thinking that it would be good to start at last, Leonard gave a signal to the coachman. And Henrietta, who rode in the luxurious eastern duke’s carriage from afar, similarly reprimanded her butler and saw her leaving her, the abbot bit her lip and muttered inwardly:
‘By the way, if the rumors are true, why didn’t Rom send me a wedding invitation?’
It was really unpredictable.
* * *
The Marquis of Lemoen, the southernmost point of Saint-Bourse.
Heading towards the center, the commander of the decree, Antoine, and 10 soldiers were in trouble as they watched the sit-in right in front of their eyes. It was because the citizens were out of their mind because of an untimely uprising at the gateway that they had to cross to go south on the main road to the capital.
“Sir, the weather is bad. If we don’t pass through this gateway today, we’ll be stuck in the North for a few days. If that happens, I won’t be able to properly send the letter the baron asked me to deliver.”
“The same goes for your wife’s letter. Didn’t you say that Mrs. LeBlanc would be in the center at this time of year? If the date is late and we have to cross paths, we will have to go all the way to the east and come back, so we won’t be able to deliver the wedding invitation in time.”
“But, of course, there is still time until the wedding, but the schedules of nobles are completely unpredictable…”
The protests of the gateway, seen from afar in the downtown square, were hot. Even in the cold weather, Antoine touched his forehead and groaned. Against the soldiers who gathered from afar for suppression, the force grew stronger with shouts and non-violent resistance as a base.
“Mrs Oriane! Mrs Oriane! Mrs Oriane!”
“Lady Lucienne! Lady Lucienne! Lady Lucienne!”
“The frozen land does not become a slave!”
“Wow! The central puppet, go away!”
It was a situation that had no choice but to rot his head. Antoine, who was biting his fingernails and feeling nervous, nodded lightly when he saw the mayor and some of his bodyguards his who had just started approaching from afar. He was far behind in terms of his position, but it was because the baron’s letter they handed over a few hours ago had a request to help the decimator’s party.
“No, Mayor Georges! We must start within today! The donation to the workshop has been completed, so there is nothing to do in Saint-Buch!”
“Ah, the tenth commander. Sorry. Now we are gathering more soldiers to quell it, so please wait a little longer.”
“I would be delighted. What on earth are you doing that for?”
“You know the Count of Poitiers, right? I deliberately spread rumors that the old man had been grumpy over his recent futility. They say that the marriage between the baron and Mrs. It’s really shit because even the chivalrous bastards put on weight and carried on.”
Georges, perspiring profusely despite the fierce cold, looked embarrassed as he wiped it with a handkerchief. Judging from the way things were going, it seemed like they would have to be tied up for a few more days, rather than leaving within today.
“Rumors have spread to the center, so it’s not a big fuss right now. Poitiers This old lady knew when I would buy and hit once. The chivalrous bastards are saying that they like it again.”
“Are you sure you want to stop the baron and his wife from getting married? Even the royal family has been talking about it!”
Antoine pressed his temples. The mayor, who had nothing to say, kept his mouth shut and just stared into the distance. And one of the soldiers under his command his, who was scratching his head his, carefully brought out his words his.
“Huh, Chieftain?”
“Why?”
“They just don’t like the baron, don’t they oppose the marriage?”
“Therefore? What do you mean by that?”
“Uh, shouldn’t I tell you that I’m delivering her letter to her to Mrs. LeBlanc in the East by her orders to her?”
“… Anyway, can that be?”
* * *
“Stop! That outfit is definitely that of a baron! You will never pass!”
“Be careful what you say! My name is Captain Antoine! We are on our way to deliver an important letter to Duchess Henrietta LeBlanc in the East, under a secret order from Madame Lemoyn!”
“… Excuse me very much! Pass!”
Although it delayed a bit, the group of tens of commanders were able to safely arrive at the capital.
