Chapter 128 – 12. Concentration (8)
So two weeks passed.
It was a busy busy day. Lemoang Fort, which was desolate between frozen forests and snowfields, soon showed off its magnificent momentum as when it was first built. In the part where the hole was like a missing blade, stonework filled the void and became solid, and the side wall, which depended on the mountains on both sides because it was a fortress blessed by nature, was built as high as the alpine peak .
Where was it?
The mine, which had been sluggish in mining due to outdated facilities compared to the overwhelming amount of reserves, brought in state-of-the-art equipment and tools to transport mountains of rare earths and minerals every day. From white stone, which boasts the highest quality on the continent, to blue magic stone, to heating stone, to freezing stone, the empty warehouse was packed with grains.
A phenomenon of population distribution that could not be found anywhere in the frontier Baekryong occurred. With the exception of a few major cities, what were only marginalized villages gathered one by one and prospered. Of course, the ones that benefited the most from this were the existing large cities of Havre and Saint-Bouch, including Lemoang Citadel.
In any case, it was a very positive sign that the population capable of economic activity was spread evenly rather than concentrated in one place. It meant that the prosperity of the territory did not end in one fell swoop, but gained the power to move forward into the future.
And what made it possible was the roads that were maintained so that people could come and go without being tied down like before, even in rough weather. Thanks to this, the tavern opened on a trial basis by the Brulin Commercial Association was successful, and the villages around the mine formed a fairly stable living area.
In fact, it was a scene that developed beyond recognition every day.
So, rumors about Baron Romuald, who founded a family called Ardennes in the northern frozen land, quickly spread throughout the kingdom. After the death of the 9th Margrave Gerard Lemoang, people said that another outstanding figure had appeared.
It was definitely an achievement that would remain.
Lemoang Fortress, which was a symbol of the border, was being reborn as a big city in name and reality. If the soon-to-be-departed trade group successfully returns, the margrave will acquire enormous wealth. In preparation for that, the fortress village, where only the families of those in service lived, rapidly increased in scale.
Unlike Saint-Buch’s administrative faction, the government office was filled with people who were more interested in duties than power.
A temple affiliated with the Church of the Celestial Gods, which was established by a priest from Havre.
The newly established branch of the Marquis Council and the merchants who joined the shopping district with their arrangements.
A two-story clock tower similar to the height of the surrounding buildings was built instead of a fountain, which was usually present in the quiet town square. Perhaps because the number of districts increased on the street, which was not known, a guide sign made of copper was attached, and the new name of this place was widely publicized.
“Walls and fortresses are not cities. It’s just a building in a certain area. In that sense, my mother thought that there should be a separate title for the city that would hold this fortress, Lemoang, in the future.”
“That’s the Ardennes, I know.”
“Rom sacrificed a lot for our mother and daughter. He deserves to enjoy the highest pleasure of Him. So if you don’t mind, keep going…”
In the site of the residential space, which is connected to the castle wall through complex passages in a closed structure, there is now a mansion that looks like a palace. The fact that it was still fortified remained unchanged, but after rebuilding the foundation and making it an independent building, a separate passage was installed so that people could pass through the watchtower or the north and south gates.
“I hate to admit it, but I wasn’t a very good girl. She is a modifier that suits me, not a filial daughter, but an immoral woman.”
A space exclusively for Romuald Arden and his family.
“To be honest, I still want my mother. It just made the rom a priority. Now you know who poisoned Gerard and controlled Corbin and the four barons behind the scenes. You don’t have to ask for forgiveness from a bitch who is malicious enough to wish for incest.”
On the rooftop of the new residence, which was completed ahead of the wedding, a beautifully decorated observatory was created to observe the city of Ardennes in its infancy. Even in the midst of the cold wind, the mother and daughter stood there ahead of her move-in and continued their conversation while looking at the street in front of them.
“Yeah, I didn’t even know you were behind the vassals.”
Oriane closed her melancholy eyes. Wearing a black top and bottom with an impressive off-white wool trim, and tightening the straps of her long red coat, she tried to overcome the fear she felt in her heart.
She was about to reveal her secret that she had been hiding from her beloved daughter her.
“But I knew it was you who killed Gerard.”
“… !”
Lucienne, who had crossed her arms and maintained a somewhat brusque attitude, was visibly agitated. She hated being cumbersome, and as usual she was wearing only a light chemise dress and a long, loose maroon robe, but when she heard that, she pulled her cover down to her face her and hid her expression her.
“Since when?”
“At first, I just wanted to. But after she had finished the funeral, Marion did. I’ve been saying that Françoise has been strange since a few days ago. She was not originally a child of deep faith, but suddenly it seems that she is trying to atone for something while searching for the scriptures of the Heavenly God. He seems to feel guilty, she said.”
The relationship between her mother and daughter was always awkward. Because there was a reason for that.
“I only found out later. That Gerard was trying to lay his hand on Françoise.”
So, for the two of them, this atmosphere was never pleasant.
“The fact that you, who still hated him, arranged for the child to be poisoned.”
Lucienne showed her displeasure. If there is a time when the karma of the evil deeds she has committed is the most heavy, it is definitely when she is caught cheating. Moreover, it was Orianne who said that she saw through even the desires she wanted to hide from her person her.
“Her heart her was complicated. I didn’t know how to look at you. Being a child at such a young age, her mother didn’t know how to be a good parent either. Even more so after that happened. That’s why I’ve been having a hard time with you all this time.”
Her wife finally opened her eyes, which had been closed. Despite her great fear of how strong her daughter’s contempt her for her would be, she mustered up the courage to meet her gaze her. She took off her robe just in time and stared at the young lady who spoke.
“Sometimes her mother feels like an older sister who is older than her. At most, he’s only 10 years older than me. But you seem to suffer from the compulsion to always be perfect, perhaps because of the trials of the past.”
Unexpectedly, what Lucienne conveyed in her gaze toward her mother her was a sense of sympathy punctuated by her compassion her.
“That is hypocrisy. Living without desire is not a human being, but a monster. We always have to choose between moments and moments. Reflection for the future may be helpful, but regret only breeds negative emotions.”
The twinkling hair of the mother and daughter fluttered in the wind. The wife waited for her daughter’s words her with a puzzled look on her face her, and the young lady spoke in a comforting voice, as if living up to her mother’s expectations her.
“I rather like it. I came to know that my perverted tendency to trample on my birth mother in a mess was a desire inherited from my mother, if not worse than that. You can’t even feel guilty.”
“Guilty?”
“Like Rom in my previous life, I was worried that my mother might be a victim I made. She must have gotten into such a sloppy relationship because of her daughter-in-law. But it was just our family history.”
Sincere conversations have greatly improved the relationship between mother and daughter. Oriane stared blankly at her daughter as she trudged towards me. Eventually, when she opened her arms and gave me a warm hug, her eyes widened and she was very surprised.
“I love you. My feelings for her mother will never change. Although, of course, she won’t give up the pleasure of being Mr. Seo’s bitch. It would be a lot of fun to serve him happily while competing to see who is the real one.”
“Lucien…”
“Our wedding is soon. Sooner or later Aunt Henrietta and other guests will come to bless us. It’s the Sabbath of the Sabbath. It’s also very long occultly. I want to show you that day. After the happy ceremony, the mother-daughter subordination ceremony.”
Oriane, thrilled, nodded her head. She, likewise, stretched out her seomseom chalcedony and hugged and sympathized with her daughter. The sound of pounding hammers resonated and spread beyond the two women, who would have been more appropriate to call it reconciliation rather than a grandiose expression like reconciliation.
“Rom had business in the square, so he said he would come here a little later. So stop looking around the house and call Francoise to help me prepare something. Her mother will like her too.”
“When will it be like this, my daughter?”
“It must be a gift and a mystery that is perfect for females who are obscenely subjugated.”
After her embrace, Lucienne withdrew, tucking her hair behind her ear and looking at the view of the distant plaza. The butcher’s shop, which opened the other day, sells high-quality meat at a low price, and her shouts of cries caught her eyes. In fact, the land is like a freezer due to the nature of the climate, so you will be able to save on storage costs.
Merchants at the currency exchange booth opened as quickly as money flowed in, and did not stop bargaining to save even a single penny. In the barn, which was covered in layers of tents, there was no chance for air to pass through, and the musk ox, a gift from the Camag Tribal Union, was rejoicing as the cold-blooded Dongma gobbled up the fodder.
Even though the size of the store was small, a bookstore that was trying to start business by going back and forth with a cart containing thousands of books several times, and a school that could only be found in cities such as Havre or Saint-Buch , even though it was a temporary structure on a wooden fence, was being built.
The growth of Arden, an active city, is remarkable. So Lucienne Lemoant willingly turned her back to her beautiful scenery and took her mother’s hand her. She left the observation deck on the roof and went down the stairs, looking contentedly.
In this way, she vowed to return to her own body the joy that the baron had bestowed upon her wife and young lady.
