Chapter 229 – 22. The Ardennes Harem (9)
It’s better to be cozy than luxurious. That was all the knight who longed for rest throughout his life wanted for his home. Perhaps it was fornication, but he wasn’t the type to particularly enjoy luxury, so his lifestyle hadn’t changed much since becoming a baron.
The winter residence of the Citadel of Lemoens in the Ardennes is certainly a wonderful piece of architecture. The structure designed with all the heart and soul of Aragon’s eccentric genius is therefore sophisticated and majestic. It is a wonderful place where the nobles of the north live.
However, on the other hand, the concept implied by this building is coziness. Like a baron who doesn’t care about the eyes of others, he focuses more on practicality than appearance. Isn’t it a rather ordinary axis compared to the geogak, which is said to have a beautiful view of the mansion right now?
It’s not that it’s not flashy.
That it is not extravagant.
And to the three-colored nobles, and to the prestigious ladies in northern Gaul, thriftiness indicated immorality. Besides the aggressive Estelle and the arrogant Isabelle, even the calculating Yvonne did not change her opinion.
“Welcome, Mrs. Lothringen.”
“Welcome, Mrs. Brienne.”
“I was waiting for you, Madame Poitiers.”
The tight guard and the courteous and moderate reception of the servants were impeccable. The antique-looking patterns on the marble front door, the black-painted lion-shaped rugs, and the carpets in the entrance halls and corridors were truly artistic.
However, just as having the things you need in the right place isn’t called a luxury, the sight of having enough money and not showing off your wealth and power was unfamiliar to the three wives. Even though this was already my second visit.
“This is Françoise, who is serving you today. Please feel free to call me if you have any inconvenience or need to do something.”
A loser in the North must have dignity to match. Like the Dior House, the home of the baron, or the Montmorency House, one of the most beautiful buildings in the capital. Dazzling chandeliers and colorful glass paintings are the basics, and it is better to equip them with golden decorations or expensive artworks.
At least Estelle Lotringen and Isabel Brienne thought so.
‘Come to think of it, I couldn’t speak properly with the baron at the last banquet. If you’re going to seduce me, you have to know what kind of person you are before going in. Even if you can’t believe the rumors right away, seeing how thrifty you are, you might be someone who really has no greed.’
The one who came out to greet the guests was a woman who appeared to be a ladies’ maid. As if she had injured her hand, she was bandaging her. Her young and pretty face and her beautiful body were really impressive. Every step she took lightly was perfectly cultured, comparable to that of a high-class woman.
‘Perhaps the baron’s mistress? If that’s the case, he’s not overly religious.’
Yvonne gave him an interesting look. She had a habit of looking closely at figures she thought would make good subjects for her work. It was in a similar context that she immediately started interacting with Estelle and Isabel.
She was a beauty that seemed like a good source of inspiration. Taking care of Françoise’s complexion as she was escorted to her living room, she entered her well-decorated interior. She crossed the doorway after the other two wives and was greeted by the hostess who was waiting for them.
“Everyone, thank you for coming.”
Her hair, which stood out as golden as her ripe ears of rice, was braided and curled up, and she was Orianer Le Moin. She was her Marquis Marquis, who showed off her superior presence simply by blinking her blue eyes like aquamarine.
Pyewolsuhwa, dressed in an elegant velvet dress, offered a seat. The round table was made of high-quality wood, and the texture of the tablecloth was very good, as if someone had done handicrafts. In addition, the tea cups and kettles prepared in advance were also luxury items.
“How can you say that, Madame Lemoyn?”
“Yeah, even though we were arrogant about this and that. A wife like an older sister from the north invited me, but how likely was it that she refused?”
Estelle, with long straight pink hair, said. She was wearing a silk dress that clung to her body. In the past, she was a leading actress in a famous theater company. She wanted to hint at herself.
Isabel, who was moving her purple ponytail, nodded. She was wearing a daring fur dress that kept her mouth twitching because of her haughty face. The fan she was carrying, the only one of the three, had soft feathers hanging from it. She also drew unconventional attention because of it.
“As you know, the situation in the frozen land has improved considerably recently. Thanks to my husband’s hard work, the misunderstanding with the royal family is resolved, and I want to stop doing public duties that don’t fit the subject and return to being a single woman.”
“Oh, it must have been a difficult decision.”
“I have never had a chance to say it, but I have always admired Madame Lemoang. It wasn’t enough that she suffered the loss of a bereavement, and she had to take on one of her most important responsibilities for years.”
“Whoops, no.”
The wives who had been talking sadly sat down one by one. The one standing until the end was Yvonne with long sky-blue hair draped to one side. She had a calm face, even if it wasn’t true, and reacted a step late due to her deep thought.
“Why is that, Madame Poitiers?”
Oriane asked, tilting her head. The sky-haired lady, wearing her tight corset and linen dress, showed off her gorgeous charm without any special decorations in her monochromatic clothes. She is not inferior to the person who is hosting the meeting or the other two-colored beauties.
“Ah, I was lost for a while. It is nothing.”
“I think I know what it is. I have times like that too. It is said that sharing such experiences with each other is very meaningful, and I would like to take this opportunity to get closer to Madame Poitier. Until now, there has not been a regular social event in our northern part, but I want to light a fire at least with a tea party like this.”
As Yvonne listened to her, Dung Ma nodded. As the saying goes, if a social arena opens in the north, Oriane will be the highest in status. She, who is good at calculations, responded to her invitation today to maintain her family’s influence, so there was no reason for her to act like this that might discredit her.
Even so, the reason why the sky-colored lady did so inadvertently was because of the existence of teacups, kettles, and plates neatly placed with sweets.
“Madame Lemoyn, will you keep inviting us?”
While I was clearing my messy mind, the chatter of the beautiful wives was in full bloom. In a friendly atmosphere like a blooming spring, they pretended to be close friends that they hadn’t had, threw bony words in a subtle joke, and fought fiercely.
“Sure. Rather, I want to ask you from my side.”
“How glad you are to say that.”
“Let’s make a really good gathering!”
Of course, this only applies to Estelle Lotringen and Isabelle Brienne.
“Yeah, I think the West will like it.”
In any case, Oriane is the clear winner. There is no reason to show sincere anger or confrontation with a different look on the outside. The reason she invited the three-colored lady after her last banquet was to feed her refreshments.
Still, a very interesting conversation ensued, if only the inner meaning was counted.
“Wow, you call the baron that high?”
Do you live obediently to your husband because you have nothing to show off other than your body?
“That’s right, he’s a companion as precious as the sky to me.”
Huh! So is it good?
“I envy you.”
Dumb Estelle, you can’t even tease her properly.
“Ah, I will.”
What? Isabelle Did you say anything? Then where did you try!
“Be ashamed, don’t be so spiteful.”
Oh, are you two fighting now?
“Ahaha, was it a little like that?”
Nasty year! Who do we like?
“Oh, look at my mind.”
Yes yes, do as you like
“I forgot to gather the guests and offer refreshments. Do you have a pretty friend who helped guide you earlier? Françoise is an employee with a very promising future. The kid made this and that for you, so try it.”
There is also a truce in the world of women. In order to immerse yourself in a fierce battle of nerves, you must not forget to replenish your energy. Orianne, holding the kettle, poured dark black tea into everyone’s cups with a very fine posture.
“Where is this tea from?”
“It is the finest product from Veda.”
“Oh my God, is that hard to find?”
Isabel, her eyes wide open, was absorbed in the tea. Estelle took a sip as well, and she let out an exclamation. Somehow, the strange flavor gave off a feeling of excitement and stuck to her mouth.
“Delicious… !”
“It’s amazing, I feel like I’m already falling in because I drank a little.”
“Do you like it, you two?”
The two wives nodded. Oriane smiled and offered her plate, saying that besides tea, try some snacks. The pastries, made with ingredients specially airlifted by her baron’s concubine, were literally finished the moment they were tasted.
“A meringue without color, this is fresh as it is.”
“Then I’ll start with ganache and biscotti.”
“Hot… !”
The sweet tasting time was actually an obscene and immoral insult. Estelle, who had her straight pink hair pulled back with a drunken expression on her face, was not an ordinary meringue, but a special one made by mixing sugar with cum.
“Oh, it’s creamy! Exactly as Britannia said!”
Likewise, Isabel, who had been cheeky by holding her chin up, was chewing on her, and it wasn’t the usual ganache and biscotti. Instead of fresh cream, it was a ganache of cum mixed with chocolate, and a biscotti filled with cheap cum that tasted like honey mixed with milk.
“Isn’t it nice that your tongue isn’t so sweet? This white juice is especially the best.”
“It is so clean and refreshing. Do you have these refreshments every day?”
“Yes, it is the greatest joy given in my life.”
Behind the sweet taste lies a trap that ensnares troublesome wives. It is the essence of magic that Oriane, who claims to be the husband of the baron with her daughter, likes the most. If you get used to it, you can enjoy the flavor without the sweetness.
“Is it made from processed milk?”
“I want to try it raw. It’s pretty addictive.”
As the saying goes, I’ll do anything to get it.
“It’s impossible today, but I’ll let you taste it to your heart’s content someday. You will probably never get tired of it.”
The ecstatic cum that is thick, sticky, thick, and doesn’t drip easily.
“Did you promise?”
“Yes, yes.”
Deceiving others is not the Marquis’s way. But for some reason, she found herself having some bad fun right now. It was a disprove that the young lady’s innate temperament did not manifest without warning like some kind of mutation.
‘What do you do, I think I know why Lucienne enjoys things like this… !’
And Yvonne, still lost in thought, had been tricked by her benevolent mask into one wrong conclusion. She couldn’t believe it, because it was hard for her to dream that she would have such a hobby.
‘This teapot, which seems classy at first glance, is actually a sponsored product of some sensual book…’
A novel in which a foolish knight captures an elegant lady is a so-called book with extra money. In addition, if the identity of the author is known, there will be a great upheaval in the political world of the West Continent and the upper world without exaggeration.
‘The plate that looks like a simple depiction of a woman’s body and that teacup with a horse pattern on it…’
It depicts the nude of a slave woman appearing in his early works. It does not simply refer to a beast, but a metaphor in the work of a bitch addicted to a cock as big as a horse. It is a luxury product produced in small quantities by requesting a certain artisan to commemorate it.
‘It’s hard to get unless you’re a serious fanatic, but Mrs. Lemoang doesn’t seem to know anything about it.’
Decisive. Yvonne Poitiers was convinced again and again. Like the early books, it’s a collectible that you wouldn’t own unless you were a reader who bought it. She, who is the only one in the world to be acquainted with the author of this sensual novel, has a strange smile on her face.
‘Sneaky Baron Ardennes, did you have such a hobby?’
The Countess’s secret identity is none other than the illustrator.
‘That’s what I drew! Now I think I know how to seduce you!’
She was a dirty painter.
