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Chapter 19: [Chapter 019] Wretched Adriene Pireta
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Chapter 19: [Chapter 019] Wretched Adriene Pireta

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"Restaurante Zendica," a small, antique restaurant a few blocks from the central square of the capital. Rather than being frequented by nobles, it was a favorite spot for wealthy merchants. Near it, standing guard by a carriage, were Vicente and Neil, the direct subordinates of the Second Prince, Roardnes. They were both dressed in plain clothes to avoid being noticed. Since the restaurant was hidden from view from the outside, Neil tapped his foot restlessly, keeping a close eye on the occasional customers who came and went.

"What in the world is wrong with His Highness?"

"..."

"Vicente, you've served him longer. Does this make any sense?"

"If he orders it, we follow. What else can we do?"

"He's finally reached marriageable age and now he's interested in women, isn't he?"

Neil folded his arms, sounding almost certain. It couldn't be otherwise. The Second Prince, who had always shown either soulless politeness or infuriating rudeness to women, would never behave like this.

"He's finally reached manhood. He's become so casual."

"But, I mean, a married woman? How can that be?"

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"Isn't it possible? Even though she's a noblewoman, they're about the same age. A casual date or two wouldn't be considered adultery in this country."

"That's not what I mean. What I'm saying is that I can't believe His Highness is so... so focused on her."

"He must have his reasons."

Compared to the relatively calm Vicente, Neil glared at the door, looking rather agitated. There was one reason for their serious expressions. Since returning to the capital after two years, their lord, who had ignored the emperor's urgent summons after the victory celebration, had been meeting with a noblewoman once or twice a week. And it wasn't just for a brief meeting. They had met for two weeks already. The man who had lived to kill and injure everything alive was now dressing neatly and pretending to be polite while meeting a woman. And a beautiful noblewoman at that. It would be front-page news if it got to the gossip magazines. Of course, unlike their conversation, their meetings were very proper and strictly professional, but the fact that the woman was already married was a huge problem.

'To think he would deceive me like that...'

Neil gritted his teeth in particular. The maid, 'Maji', who had made his heart flutter with her striking beauty even in a city full of beautiful women, was actually Countess Blier Acacia.

"Maybe His Highness is so infatuated that he's fallen for some trick..."

"Do you think His Highness is that gullible?"

Vicente's expression clearly said, 'You're the gullible one.' Remembering all the times he had clung to Roardnes's coattails, Neil nodded reluctantly. How many beautiful women had there been in the world that his lord had never even glanced at? But...

"Still, I'm sure there's some connection to the Duchess of Trovika. His Highness still acts like he's the Duchess's husband every night, drowning himself in alcohol..."

He was about to say that he had even heard him sobbing, but he kept the last part to himself. Fortunately, Vicente didn't ask any more questions. Silence swept between them for a while. He had thought that when he returned to the capital, he would get married, share his war stories, and be respected. But Roardnes, who seemed to live as if he had no tomorrow, had always been a 'demon of the battlefield' who was as reliable as anyone else when they went out on the battlefield, and a 'demon of the training ground' who would drive anyone to suicide when they weren't in combat. But after the Duchess's death, the face of the man who had been like a huge, sturdy mountain had grown increasingly dark, and every moment he wasn't meeting that noblewoman felt like a wasted life.

"Well, in that case, it might be better for His Highness to keep sneaking out of the bedroom, filled with the smoke of forbidden love."

It was clear that Roardnes had been rotting inside since the death of the Duchess of Trovika. It seemed as if the Duchess had been like family to him. After all, considering that Duke Noah was only half-related, he was still Roardnes' uncle. Vicente, who had been about to speak, suddenly closed his lips.

"Your Highness!"

"Then this is it for today."

"Thank you again today, Your Highness. So, our next meeting will be at this time next week."

Roardnes and Countess Acacia left the restaurant together. The Countess, with a flushed face, bowed politely to Roardnes and then gave a slight nod to his aides before getting into the waiting carriage, her arms full of books. And Neil clearly saw Roardnes' gaze linger on the disappearing carriage for a long time.

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Days had passed since her meeting with Roardnes, and so had the days since she'd been assigned a brutal amount of homework. She was so focused on finishing the task Roardnes had given her, as she had another appointment with him that afternoon. Her brother Gregory had once said that even smart people can't always teach well, but that saying was proving to be wrong. She'd already had several lessons with Roardnes, and her studies had progressed to the point where she was recalling her memories from the academy. In fact, she felt a good premonition, as she had been reviewing for several days and was even remembering parts of her academy classes that had been buried deep in her memory. If she took an exam now, she might not get an A+, but at least a C+?

Excited, she was solving problems when her quill snapped. She was startled at first, but accustomed to Blier's sturdy body, she called for Maji.

"Maji, where's the quill I've been using?"

"Huh? I threw it away."

"...What?"

Maji had simply thrown away the quill she had carefully broken in. She was just starting to study again, and her impudent maid had taken it upon herself to dispose of it without her permission. To maintain her composure, she kept her mouth shut for a moment. Maji didn't even look apologetic, but instead looked at her strangely and continued.

"Didn't you always say that 'new is best' and that you should always throw away what you've used?"

"Is that even logical?"

Quills get smoother and easier to write with the more you use them. It's not like new is always better!

"Yes, ma'am. I thought it was strange too, but you would get angry whenever you saw something you had used or something someone else had used."

"Me?"

"Yes, ma'am."

This must have been another of Blier's messes. She told Maji not to throw anything away without her permission and silently accepted the new quill that Yona had found.

"You always say, 'I like new things, I like new things.' You're really the most fickle person in the empire."

"Maji, I heard you perfectly."

Maji, who had been tidying the console, turned to Yona and openly criticized her, then flinched when I reacted. Even though she had gotten a little more familiar and started taking better care of me, her nature hadn't changed. She didn't even feel like scolding her anymore, she just chuckled. Even though she talked like that, she was amazingly good at taking care of her, so she couldn't hate her. As the maids who had been watching her study with worried eyes left the reception room, she quietly moved to her bedroom and locked the door. Blier's pink diary was safely stored in a jewelry box. The old pink diary was like a foreign object among the jewels she had stolen, or rather taken, from the Duke's mansion. It was like a fishbone stuck in her throat, and she couldn't stop thinking about the maid's diary. Feeling nervous, she wet her lips with her tongue and took out the diary in question. She also had a thick Elacon dictionary in her other hand. As Roardnes had said, the grammar of the Elacon language was easy, so if she just remembered the basic words he had pointed out, she could easily translate a diary of everyday life. She had already read more than half of the "Beginner's Elacon" that she had only skimmed through during her academy days. When she opened the rather thick diary again, most of it was filled with doodles and drawings. She flipped through the pages, looking for the dated parts to find the important parts, and found a part that was particularly pressed down. Blier had terrible handwriting, so she tried to trace the letters with her finger. And finally, she translated the first line of the diary. It took a long time because she had to look up the words in the dictionary. The first sentence was incredibly,

[Poor Adriene Pireta.]

"Ha!"

She felt a chill run down her spine, and she couldn't help but laugh bitterly. It was utterly ridiculous. She wasn't even her friend. How could she so brazenly use my name, the wife of Noah, like this... And besides,

"...Pitiful?"

Yes, it was pitiful. As her heart grew colder, her hand trembled as she traced the next line of the diary to translate. Sweat broke out on her hand holding the quill, and she had to clench and unclench her fist several times to calm down.

[Noah... finally... saved...]

As if hypnotized, she tore the blank part of the diary and scribbled with the quill. Unlike her usual neat handwriting, she scribbled words that were barely legible. She frantically looked up the meanings of the words in the dictionary. And finally, she translated the next sentence. [Noah Trovika finally found the medicine.]

"What..."

It was nothing special. He had always sent her medicine. Without those expensive medicines, she wouldn't have been able to endure the excruciatingly difficult situation. She took a deep breath, relaxed a little, and calmly continued to translate the next sentences. It was difficult to translate, and she had to combine the words she found in the dictionary. It took a long time. [Adriene won't live long anyway. The signs of death are already very, very clear. There's no time.] She didn't know about the signs of her death... How could Blier, who had never met her once, know this and write it like this?

[Poor Adriene Trovika. She probably didn't even know that her husband was killing her.]

As her own story began to appear directly, she started to tremble again and finally burst into tears at the last line.

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