Chapter 147 – 14. Courtship Competition (7)
The dawn of the wandering people has dawned. The wanderer, who was sipping beer from a wooden mug while watching the bonfire in the square, was fed up by a figure approaching from afar. I found a sister who naturally harmonizes with people who are drunk and chattering with a high class status, but with frugal clothes and gestures.
The most beautiful woman in her kingdom hid her dazzling beauty with the help of her thick winter clothes. Next to her is her godmother who once roamed the great snow fields, and she was accompanied by a heroine who looked like an ordinary woman at first glance but was able to defeat a few knights.
“It was you too.”
Marguerite Dior, the abbot of the Gauls, stopped in front of her wanderer and spoke to her. I was worried that those who paid attention to my beauty would ruin the meeting with her, so I kept her whole body wrapped tightly and only kept my mouth open.
“… Emily.”
A drifter with her arm rustled at her baggy robe and offered her an empty seat across from her. The seat, which was made by laying logs cut down in the nearby forest, was a suitable place for two people to sit. I didn’t even have to worry about the conversation leaking through the noise of the crackling fire.
“It’s been a while, sister.”
He took off the hood he was wearing and shook his hand. His name was Emilian, with a slim and tall appearance. He was once the third son of the Duke of Dior, and was chosen as the successor to the family from Alexandre, who was called a millennial baller.
“How did you find me?”
“Arsene’s position was originally yours. Those who refuse power gain recognition of their own. Moreover, how many guests have come as guests from the center over the past few days, did you think that their identities would not be revealed?”
Emilyen put in a chuimsae, saying that it was indeed so. It was a typical hanryang’s appearance with a wide smile on his face and no wrinkles at all. Margaret, who sat down with Anais, who accompanied her as an attendant, sighed and added,
“You, too, know the personalities of luxury men. Would they be able to forget the real power of a duke and the honor of a count so easily? I don’t think you’re clever enough to know that…”
“It is overrated. It wasn’t that I was stealth, so I didn’t mean to hide.”
“Anything like that has been very difficult to meet. If it wasn’t for Anais talking to the grand duke’s servant who said he had seen you by chance, he wouldn’t have been able to meet you.”
The man who temporarily put down his status as a vagabond like a wine glass nodded. As if asking for a conversation out of respect for their long-standing relationship, he made a silent bow toward the quiet Anais and then met his sister’s eyes.
“It’s been over ten years. It’s a story everyone can forget.”
“Rumor has it, but to me it’s a family affair.”
“Well, my sister has always been that kind of person.”
“I still vividly remember the day my brother Arsene ran away. The furious father called us together and said he would appoint you as heir to the family. Because Charles and I had reasons for disqualification.”
The Gallic nobility usually inherited from the eldest son. It’s not that each region doesn’t have different rules, but these days, those things are mostly private culture.
Of course, it’s a different story if it’s a powerful family that has settled down one by one in the east, west, south, and north. However, the Duke of Dior is a prestigious family with a long history in the capital of the kingdom. Considering that Alexandre, the former patriarch of the millennium, was also the eldest son of his father, the composition of the succession that Emilien Dior took was very unusual.
“The news of the new successor soon became widely known. Growing up without corners, you made your social debut very well. People welcomed the three sons of the Dior family, and with respect and love they called him a future gentleman.”
“It’s embarrassing. To put it bluntly, I liked everyone’s nickname Emilian more.”
“You were the future of Gaul. Because a young boy showed the potential to lead this country to prosperous glory with a firearm not befitting his age. It would have been the warm Dajeong-gong, not the gloomy Dark-gong, that made peace.”
Margaret raised her voice slightly. It was because he was emotionally charged when he brought up the story.
“As I said, everyone liked you. Didn’t Rom get along well with you? Even before you left without saying anything. Have you ever thought about how many people suffered because you disappeared without a trace overnight?”
“There are two sides to every choice. Because I chose the life of a wanderer like this, my sister was able to rise to her present position, right? Because this younger brother made the crown prince into an abolished prince, he was able to save his dear sister from the fate of an abolished crown prince.”
Anais looked around for a moment with a sunken gaze. It was because the topic the duke’s two siblings shared was very sensitive. The downfall of the ambitious Jacques de Gaulia came from none other than this man, everyone’s Emilien Dior.
“I was curious about that. I wonder if you made that choice because you thought of me. So, I will definitely listen to the answer today. What the hell happened on the day my brother came back?”
The abandoned prince still has many henchmen. It was undesirable for someone to overhear this conversation, considering his disposition his to repay what he received. Still, Marguerite continued to question her brother her, whom she had met after 10 years.
The secret history of the family, what happened the day the gloomy eldest son returned to the prodigal son.
“Jacques’ downfall was deeply personal and, in turn, additional vengeance. Even half of it failed. Our virtuous King, who is looked after by the heavenly gods, would not cross the line even if he competed with his own blood. Even though my father insisted so much right now, he saved all the women of Aquitaine.”
“Emilien, do you dare to mislead His Majesty’s mercy his? Thanks to that, Rom got a true bride yesterday.”
“You mean Madame Lemoyn. It is well known that the last remaining Aquitaine became the mistress of the frozen land. But I’ve felt it before, but my sister is really bad at lying. Far from being a true bride, she only believed in her appearance and looked at my sister as a fairy who had stitches.”
Marguerite frowned and tried to scream. The reason she was able to calm herself down so much was because Anais, who had been watching, calmly warned her first.
“Third boy, your expression is somewhat inappropriate.”
“It’s been a while since my nanny called me that. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I know. But it’s a bad thing for Lady Marguerite.”
Emilian shrugged her shoulders and thought it was not a big deal.
“Well, I’m willing to support you if you’re willing to be honest with your feelings.”
“Enough with that!”
The benevolent abbess shouted at her. She was said to control her emotions of her, but she ended up drawing attention from those around her. Fortunately for her, she quickly gained attention, perhaps because she thought the atmosphere of the party and the drunken guests had a brief quarrel.
It was dark for her, and it was the time when the color of dawn was calmly permeating the black and blue sky. When morning came, the plaza would once again be crowded with people who were enjoying the banquet, besides drunkards. So Marguerite, who wanted to finish the question and answer before it was too late, threw a hwadu.
“Tell me the truth. Do not pretend that your becoming a wanderer not long after your brother’s return is mere coincidence. Explain to me how my mother, who was otherwise healthy, died of an unknown disease and how the father could have been poisoned.”
“… You already know the answer.”
“Were all of them older brothers? The one who kicked you out, smuggled your mother and father, and tortured even Rom by imprisoning me in a monastery?”
A deep shadow fell on the bright and cheerful wanderer’s face. The flames of the bonfire shimmering hotly illuminated Emilien Dior and engraved it in his eyes her. With a bitter expression on his face his, he picked up a bottle of alcohol he had stored on the floor and gulped it down.
And said
“The truth is sometimes both lucid and complex. The reason I gave up the position of heir and became a wanderer was because I just wanted that. Of course, in the process, the fact that I was able to save my older sister who was facing a discord with my older brother or an unwanted life did have an impact.”
“So, believe me I never regretted that choice?”
“He who does not regret is a law worthy of vigilance. Those who do not know how to reflect are bound to make the same mistakes. However, as this wanderer Emilian says, the future Da-Jeong-Gong could not have existed in any case.”
Marguerite tilted her head. It was because his brother her ‘s words her, which were full of metaphors, were somewhat difficult to fathom.
“I also prided myself on having a lot of love for my family, but I couldn’t help it after meeting someone who was even more so.”
“He just can’t understand anything at all…!”
“Don’t go back to the center.”
Emilyen spit out at once. The head of the abbey, who had been trying to argue with her younger sister who kept saying things she couldn’t understand, hesitated. I widened my eyes at the serious look of my brother staring at me.
“Arsene will not stop any longer. We have come too far for that.”
“… What?”
“The original sin of Gaul must finally be punished. Across the continent, the specter of Aquitaine will swarm like bees. It starts with Albenis Aragon. Ask Charles’s wife. I doubt he came here because of housework.”
“Uh, what is that…”
Marguerite stumbled, confused. And Emilian, who spat out the words with a more resolute face, aroused the surroundings and spoke clearly, as if not to be overheard.
“In the East, Duchess Henrietta LeBlanc was Aquitaine. In the south, Lucien Tarn’s wife and mother of Summerstone was Aquitaine. The Autumn Stone of the West is also the daughter of the former king through an affair with the Manusi woman, and although not well known, she deserves a name.”
“The Rose of the Wilderness was Aquitaine?”
“In the north, Orianne Lemoant, the Marquis’s wife, was Aquitaine. Among the bishop’s pupils was Aquitaine. If you look abroad, you can’t even count them. Mercedes, Queen of Aragon? Warda, the adopted daughter of Nasr Sultan? This is only what can be grasped right away, but what about in reality?”
Wanderers know many things. The man who could have been everyone’s best friend did not simply wander and set out on the road. Just when I was reluctant to drink bone broth, I just lightly entrusted my body to the wind that flowed in.
“North or East will be relatively safe. But the Southwest is unpredictable. The political stripe in the center will intensify. If you clumsily join in, your sister-in-law’s status will become the dew of the executioner. The abolished prince and the princess threw a gambler.”
The living will die, and the dead will be insulted.
“So, sister, like Rom, settle down here. Even so, I hope that I will no longer see the people I love get hurt.”
The three sons of the famous family smiled vaguely and returned to wandering around before they knew it.
“This time, it won’t end just because I concede.”
