Chapter 291 – 29. Bitches (1)
At sunset, a chilly wind frequently knocked on the window glass.
After her monotonous routine, Marguerite slowly approached the source of the sound. He gazed calmly at the snow-covered fields and the angular mountains beyond the thin coniferous forest. The world, which had been entirely white and off-white, was dyed a warm scarlet light only after the setting sun set.
‘It’s beautiful…’
With her dark brown straight hair stretched asymmetrically, she contemplated the frozen land with a deep gaze under her thick, long eyebrows. She was wearing a black dress with embroidered patches, and her figure with her arms crossed was like a painting, creating an atmosphere that was difficult to approach.
‘I think I know why that child wants to protect this scenery.’
Considering her status as a high-ranking daughter of a famous family, it might have been natural, but the frugal woman, although full of grace, was not overbearing, so she didn’t look like an aristocrat. So many referred to her abbess as her heretic.
She was the goddaughter of the Archbishop of Gaul, Albert Monet, and her soon-to-be protégé, though it was a somewhat disrespectful adjective to attach to her. She was the most faithful disciple of the Celestial Gods, and she was the only member of Dior’s family who was unworldly.
‘But Rom, my sister is still worried about you…’
The embroidery, which was at least flashy in the costume that resembled a monk’s suit, was also hand-stitched. It was in a similar vein that she felt no discomfort leaving her well-equipped, comfortable home and serving as a guest housekeeper for her brother’s family.
She is a woman who reveres serenity because she is benevolent and unassuming.
Her only dream was to live a life of poverty. If I had to be greedy for that, it was for my precious people to live without any harm.
‘Yes, I know that few can match your sword. However, the hardships and trials in a rough world do not strike with a clear shape. As someone who has suffered from slander and slander for a long time, my advice is that there is no end to human malice and selfishness.’
That’s why Marguerite Dior had a lot of trouble these days. Looking halfway over her horizon, she let out a sigh with her complicated and frustrated heart. As night approached, she comforted herself by looking around at the unfailingly low temperature and the snow clouds in the sky.
Fortunately, I felt a little better.
Of course, the anxiety did not disappear. Fundamentally, the abbot’s heartache stemmed from her sister, who was like a sore finger. She is the youngest child who was almost kicked out of her family at a young age and had to repeatedly hone her swordsmanship to harm others in order to survive.
The memory of the cute little boy running towards me while saying Mar noona, Mar noona, was clear as if it had happened last night. It’s not that, the body may have grown, but the essential part hasn’t changed much.
Even though her petite physique has been slimmed down and turned into a sleek muscular body, and her skin, which was white all over, has also matured in the sun and burned darker than before.
At least to Margaret, Romuald, Baron of Ardennes, was still her cutie. Contrary to the public reputation, it was probably natural for them to have a special bond as siblings who grew up under bad parents.
Gently biting her lip, the head of the abbot revealed her anger for a moment. To her, her family was a single word for one person. The parents who gave birth to her went beyond neglect and almost abandoned themselves, and the only good memories with her only brother were the bright days before he ran away from home.
Second Charles?
The messy little brother was always hurting Rom. We didn’t have a big age gap with me, so we had a bad relationship because we often quarreled like any other brother and sister, but I couldn’t like it because he kept harassing my innocent brother.
Third Emilian?
I didn’t hate it too much, but the feeling of sadness was clear. If the future Dajeonggong had succeeded to the family, many people’s lives would have been different. For the purpose of becoming a maternal aunt of the royal family, she had to follow the will of her father, who betrothed herself to Jacques de Gaulle.
‘I’m sorry, but I can’t help it, Rom.’
My youngest brother, who had been kicked out of the family, would not have had to live the life of rolling outside and running around the battlefield. For Marguerite, who had no intention of dating anyway, marrying the crown prince was neither good nor bad.
‘My sister is doing this because she wants you to do well.’
It’s better that way To the extent that she thought so, her dearest brother, her brother, her Rom, was her only family.
‘Even if you end up hating me, I can’t help it.’
The friendship between siblings who grew up sadly in a wealthy but unfortunate family was naturally strong.
‘Because this is a decision that considers your future before personal feelings. I know that woman, whom it would be a shame to call her sister-in-law, asked because she wanted to save my sister, but she pushed you to a place where you could have been killed!’
Marguerite, who had been biting his thumb nails nervously with her arms crossed, soon realized that a bad habit had sprung up and corrected her stance.
‘Sister, don’t bite your pretty nails…’
My good brother, Romuald.
‘I know it’s hard, but…’
My sincere brother, Romuald.
‘Then my mother scolded my sister.’
My naive little brother, Romuald.
‘I don’t like getting scolded by Maru, I want her to always smile and be happy…’
Her bliss rose. But this wasn’t jealousy. It was because of the in-laws who tried to manipulate the heart of a child who deserved to be happy. It was because of Oriane Lemoang and Henrietta Leblanc, who could be said to be the masters of evil.
“I cannot forgive…”
Besides, where was it? There was also a problem with the woman who fell on fire due to the chaotic situation in the south after the invasion of the kingdom of Aragorn. She devoted herself to her sister who saved her family from being driven into a predicament in the midst of a difficult time.
‘Could you give me a moment, brother.’
‘Olke? What’s happen?’
Melanie Tarn.
‘It’s a chore. I wanted you to convey some words to Master Romuald.’
‘… To rom? If you have something to say, do it yourself. I’ll tell you to communicate as soon as I get home.’
‘No, it’s fine. Just tell me. In the future, the capital and the south will be very noisy because of our grand duke’s family. I’m sure there will be a lot of talk asking the young master to stand on the same side, but ask him to remain neutral without being attached to anything.’
Wherever I went, my sister-in-law was a problem. Marguerite muttered that, and let out the anger she had been suppressing all this time. At first, the emotion that started as a small worry and sigh exploded like an active volcano.
‘It’s absurd, do you, the Tarn family, have the right to ask that child for such a favor? If you’re going to make such a request, you’ll have to show your face in person. Is it right to send a letter or a daughter to communicate through the crystal ball like this and then talk to me instead of yourself?’
‘I know that part is not polite.’
‘How much more you! Didn’t even her face shine at Rome’s wedding! Yes, I know it’s complicated because of the land issue, but who knows, who wouldn’t know? But anyway, I tried not to say anything harsh as much as possible… !’
‘I fully understand what your brother is saying. But please tell me. I mean, thinking of our old relationship, I don’t want you to get involved in what I’m going to do from now on.’
In the eyes of the abbess, Orianne Lemoang is taking advantage of the given situation in a very cowardly way. Having asked her godfather and her teacher to make Rom her baron, it was all in the hope that my brother would settle down happily and not be neglected.
Unfortunately, the invincible knight who rose to the ranks of the nobility came under some restrictions.
Among them, divorce is definitely the most representative one. In Gaul, bigamy is viewed with more generosity, and breaking up with a partner is contemptible. It was clear that Mrs. Baek, who knew that all too well, had let her innocent romance fall into the width of her skirt by revealing her true color, which she had been hiding until her marriage.
“You’re like my everything!”
Marguerite made up her mind. In fact, it has been like that since I suddenly left for the East without proper explanation to me. She had mixed feelings when she saw that Henrietta, who had spoken ill of Rome in front of her, wanted to live up to her likeness.
Yeah, I wish I didn’t die, but why did I have to do it to my sister?
Did that mean that the child’s honor was greatly damaged, and that she had to do something like professing the duchess as her concubine?
“Don’t worry, Rom. I swear to the heavenly god that I won’t be watching this sister any longer.”
Her highlight was, of course, her relationship with the maid she had seen last time. She hid her maid with her smooth face and voluptuous figure under her desk, secretly indulging her lust in front of her.
You don’t know how surprised I was. The fact that my sister’s penis, which I happened to see at a glance, had grown ridiculously from what I saw while washing it when I was young.
Why, because men are originally said to be beasts.
As my sister grew up, she would have needed a woman who would accept her natural desire. Marguerite, no matter how religious, does not blindly believe in the doctrine of abstinence. He is, he considers it a good virtue, but it is far from reality.
Neither fornication nor deviance is good as long as they are not excessive.
Obviously, the mischief I saw could only be said to be excessive, but it is. The reason why her kind and naive younger sister did such a thing in front of her older sister was probably because she felt real affection for her tolerant maid, who was similar to me in the rudeness of her wife who did not deal with him.
“… Marguerite? Excuse me.”
Beyond the tightly closed door, someone approaching from the hallway, pretending to be there, knocked on the abbess’s room. Marguerite, who was fairly certain that this was the answer that would be given to me for requesting an audience with her brother, took a peek at the sun completely disappearing for the last time and then moved on.
“The baron said he could make time now, so if he still has business, he’s here to pick him up.”
Don’t make it look like your beloved sister’s marriage is doomed. However, Marguerite was a Dior like the rest of my family, and a religious mogul who could exert behind-the-scenes influence if she wanted to.
“… Wait, I’ll prepare and leave soon.”
The abbess made a promise to bitches who had nothing but a svelte body, and to women who were like the darlings of the vulgar age.
He said that he would completely crush him with his own political strife, that he might be a family in name, but that he would send him into exile far away so that he could not even come close to my brother, and that he would restore his daily life.
Starting from now
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Leave the dirty office and enter the baron’s bedroom.
“Now, Francoise? My sister will come soon.”
The concubine, who had laid her naked maid uniform on the floor, knelt under the desk in her underwear. As I hid secretly, ready to shove my stiff cock between my huge tits, I met Rome’s eyes and nodded.
“Are you ready?”
“Of course, the bitch’s mouth is always welcome to the owner’s cock…”
I’m sorry for her dear sister, but she was the one who intervened first in the time to communicate with my precious concubine.
“I’ll wrap it around my shameful breasts, and after I ejaculate, I’ll happily suck on her side until I ejaculate.”
“Don’t forget, you really shouldn’t make any noise this time. If I get caught again, my sister will really try to kill me.”
“But that’s why you want it to be more thrilling, right?”
This is a legitimate revenge for that nagging.
“… My wives really know me too well.”
And it was a fun game for the couple.
