Chapter 133 – 13. Big Wedding (3)
The Ardennes Gate, the old checkpoint of Lemoang Citadel, was called the gate that manages entry and exit like Saint-Buch at the southern end of the Marquis. It was because a new impeccable foundation of stone was laid in the place where there were only huts and guard posts that leaked easily.
“Next person, please state your identity and purpose of visit.”
“I am just a simple wanderer. I didn’t visit with a specific purpose, but I came here because someone I know had something auspicious going on here. I couldn’t help but notice that there was a lot of noise on the way there.”
“If you have any documents to submit, please do so now. In addition, even if you are free to enter and leave the city, please note that you will need a wedding invitation to attend the baron’s wedding tomorrow as a guest.”
The inspection was carried out through a systematic procedure. Unlike the days of fistfighting, the motivated soldiers took turns maintaining order. It was thanks to the guarantee of working in a well-heated room and the drastic wage increase to the extent that it was possible to escape from a life of poverty.
“Hmm, I was worried because remote cities often have curfews at night. Contrary to rumors, it seems that it was because of the fact that it prospered very much.”
“I will take it as a compliment. I hope you have fun in Ardennes.”
The wanderer in winter clothes nodded with a puzzled expression and left. As the soldier in charge of the guard post said, outside the fortress, hundreds of pedestrians and dozens of wagons were lined up waiting for their turn. Among them, there were quite influential figures, such as the mayor of a nearby city, and the fact that they did not take care of any convenience made me guess how fair the city’s administration was.
“Next person, please state your identity and purpose of visit.”
“This is Henrietta LeBlanc. She is visiting to attend my dear sister’s wedding.”
The soldier, who was keeping his head down while filling out the entry and exit records, was started when he heard the name suddenly heard. He was so flustered that the spear he leaned against the wall fell to the floor, ready to use force at any moment.
“Le, Duchess LeBlanc?”
“It is a lot of trouble. Here’s an identity card with our family seal on it. She urges safety by guaranteeing the identities of a total of sixteen people, including twelve wagons, five coachmen, two butlers, three servants, and six maids.”
“It doesn’t matter. We will take action so that you can enter immediately.”
Said the soldier, bewildered. Even the lowest-ranking soldier in the northern frozen land does not recognize the most beautiful woman in the eastern part of the kingdom. Soon after, the soldier shifted his gaze and stared blankly at the woman with reddish-purple hair swaying like a ripe grape.
Her dazzlingly bewitching face of her, her body tightly wrapped in a fluffy sheepskin coat, were not even exposed. Nonetheless, in her flattering outfit her, from her curvaceous body to the elegance of her body her, she was indeed the spring of the East.
“Thanks. Still, I would like you to follow the formal procedure.”
“Of course. However, when the guests invited by the lady visit, we ask that you respectfully attend them. I will put a message inside so you can meet right away.”
The soldier who checked the certificate politely returned it. I took it with both hands carefully so as not to dare to rub against Henrietta’s fine corn. If her colleagues were by her side of her, she would n’t have been so nervous, but it was embarrassing because everyone was being mobilized for summary checks outside.
“Slow down.”
I heard that she is not a nasty woman. Rather, it was rumored that she had a considerable obsession with authority, perhaps because of her days as a woman in Aquitaine. Still, it was probably to show respect for her sister’s authority her that I brought the certificate myself, not the coachman or butler.
“Yes, please wait inside.”
The soldier who bowed and greeted me opened the door and stepped out. He intended to call one of his colleagues who stood guard at the entrance to bring the news inside. Coincidentally, as soon as he went outside, a soldier with a white expression came running from far away.
“Hey, there’s a big shot!”
“Shh! You idiot, you know who’s inside right now!”
There was no bird to dry. The gasping soldier barely looked around and found Henrietta, startled. Just like the enlisted soldier who was in charge of the guard post for the first time, he was frightened and hardened like a hard stone.
“Hey, Duchess LeBlanc…”
“Hurry up and apologize, go inside and tell the Marquis Lady that the Duchess is here!”
“Oh, no! It’s crazy outside right now! Marguerite of the Dior family is here!”
“Abbess of Gaul?”
The two distraught soldiers begged for forgiveness and called a bunch of scattered comrades to gather. Henrietta, who had been silently listening to their conversation, openly frowned at her, as if she couldn’t stand it any longer. Rather than being bothered by their bustle, it was because of the woman who appeared on the other side of the wide open door.
Marguerite Dior.
Her dark brown hair her, which had a deep luster, was lightly combed and tied up, and the head of the abbey, dressed casually in clothes that were not special in fabric or processing, befitting a simple religious person, was elegant nonetheless.
“I see you often these days, Mrs. LeBlanc.”
“The abbess.”
Henrietta and Marguerite looked at each other with smiles. On the surface, they looked like close friends, but in reality they were like two wild beasts in the social world who grew because they couldn’t eat each other.
“There were a lot of mistakes in many ways in the past. We have good things ahead of us, so I hope we put away our bad feelings here.”
“That level of discernment is a basic requirement. I hope to see you at the wedding hall with a smile on your face.”
Even if he said that, the atmosphere was very awkward. I was holding back because I didn’t want to ruin my sister’s wedding, which was so precious to me, and I didn’t have any crushes on the woman standing next to me.
‘I’m hypocritical for fearing someone might say I’m not a religious person! Does it make you feel better if you brag about being a frugal person like that?’
‘How can you, look at that venomous face. The woman whose name is the Duchess keeps trying to prevent her from being bold.’
‘I know you’re putting up with it because it’s Oriane’s ceremony!’
‘Because it’s Romuald’s ceremony, I know how to put up with it!’
The two dazzlingly beautiful beauties smiled and repeated themselves. In the meantime, the soldiers who had gathered hastily checked twenty-one wagons and dozens of employees riding in them at once and sent them in.
Naturally, only the Duchess of the East and the abbess of the Central Convent were left.
They were two people who did not exchange a word until the busy soldier returned. The heavy and uncomfortable silence was broken only after about ten minutes had passed, when the Lady of the Marquis, who had finally received the news, appeared.
“Aunt Henrietta!”
“Lucienne!”
With her long blonde hair, ruby-red eyes, and a velvet dress, Lucienne Le Moine walked over. She picked up the hem of her skirt and, holding it lightly, hurried her gait, and then, in a friendly manner, she was embraced by the Duchess.
She was so generous that it was hard to believe that she was a cold and cold beauty like the frozen soil of the northern winter.
“Wow, how long has it been?”
The chest of the duchess, who was no less voluptuous than that of Françoise, was indeed warm. Even though they are of similar height, Lucienne, who had deliberately clung to her, rubbed her face. She thought to herself, enjoying her sixth sense of the eastern spring stone, which resembled her own mother and evoked lust, even over her clothes.
“It has been several years.”
“It’s too much to come to see you often.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry, Auntie.”
Henrietta, who was conscious of the gazes around her, comforted her who was hugged by her as if she was perplexed. Since she was young, she thought that her child her, who had been following me often, was acting cute on her. Even when her hands her gently massaged her buttocks her, he did not restrain himself and stroked her hair her.
‘Bitch bitch, your ass is so fucking hot. I want to beat him until he cries and begs. Fucking with her mother while chewing on her fingers would make you feel better.’
Lucienne sighed. He held the body of a woman for as long as possible, which no one dared to touch except the Duke who had won the hegemony of the East. And, exquisitely, when she wanted no more than this, she appropriately withdrew and disguised herself with an expression of innocence.
‘Ah, you must eat this bitch. Shaking her ass her gently is so outrageous that I can’t stand being teased. I heard that you’ve been in separate rooms with the duke for a long time. Are you insisting on being violated because you’re frustrated with the appearance?’
Henrietta, who had no way of knowing the evil occultist’s intentions of her, was only a small admiration as she glanced at her cover-up nephew her. She said, realizing why she was included among the four seasons, which the world considered as the beginning of her bow her.
“There are many things I want to say. Her castle her has changed a lot.”
“It is a city now. It is called Arden.”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind, why don’t you guide her to her aunt her?”
“Sure.”
Lucienne smiled broadly. To a stranger, she would look like a foster mother, happy to see a relative after a long absence. In reality, he was the most cunning and vicious mystic in the kingdom.
“Who is the person next to you?”
The young lady asked cautiously after meeting her beautiful aunt her. She was the daughter of a noble family, with an impeccable demeanor. Margaret, her prejudices softening a little, introduced herself.
“Lady Lemoang? It’s an honor to meet one of the kingdom’s most famous off-whites. If it’s a winter stone in the north, it’s reputed that no one can match its beauty even in the center where I am. It’s called Dior’s Marguerite.”
“Oh my God, the abbess?”
Lucienne, pretending to be surprised and covering her mouth her, quickly glanced at the abbot standing in front of her.
‘Shit, this older sister is not joking around, is she? Ha ha, you look so damn creepy He’s the type of person who doesn’t know what to do because even if he looks calm, he likes it when someone stabs him in the back. Even though she has a pretty sister like this, she can’t help but feel frustrated that she hasn’t eaten until now, Romu Ald!’
The young lady, who licked her lips, sent a blazing gaze. She thought for a while about the abbess, who seemed weak and delicate, but she had a pulpit at heart.
“Welcome to the northern frozen land!”
A benevolent religious figure cannot recklessly refuse such hospitality. Under such judgment, Lucienne, who held Marguerite tightly, dug into the nape of her neck, savoring the scent of her flesh that emanated from her. She spat it out over and over again, aiming for the two women who somehow didn’t seem to get along very well.
“You don’t know how happy I am to have precious people come to visit me ahead of a great day, I’ll take you inside!”
I will definitely capture these girls.
