"I heard that a saint came from Aseretto."
"Shh! Watch your mouth!"
"No, but there are rumors that he is an apostle from Aseretto! Because he is a scholar of high virtue, he knows everything!"
Aseretto was a principality and a huge island at the bottom of the Etruscan kingdom. Although they had the same race, used the same language, used the same weights and measures, and used the same currency, their accent, ethnicity, and customs were slightly different from those of the Etruscan Kingdom. The 'Apostle of Aseretto' was a priest who gained popularity for his sermons in the Principality of Aseretto. The core of his sermon was that 'Gon of Yesak' is not the son of God, but a son of a man, and that we, as ordinary humans, can become as great as Gon of Yesak if we try. This has become a school, and now the number of followers has increased like a cloud. It was an undesirable phenomenon for the vested interest. Those who followed Ludovico insisted on the theory of the Holy Trinity and the Trinity, and held a council in Trevero to discuss whether Gon of Yesak was really the son of God or the son of a man, and decided to conclude.
"It's a problem that needs to be firmly established theologically what kind of person Gon of Yesak id."
If we let the discussion flow naturally, the Aseretto region will believe in a different religion than the continental mainland."
"This is an opportunity to let the Central Continent know the true truth!"
Everyone was welcoming the Council of Trevero with different thoughts. In principle, clergy of the bishopric level or higher in the entire continent had to gather in Trevero, the direct jurisdiction of the Holy Office in the northern part of the continent, and attend the Council of Trevero. However, Cardinal de Mare was not a priest belonging to Pope Ludovico's faction, and Pope Ludovico, in order to secure a stable vote, forbade anyone who was not of his faction to come to secure a stable vote, forbade anyone who was not of his faction to come to Trevero for all sorts of reasons.
Cardinal de Mare also remained in San Carlo with the logic 'who herds the cows.' Even the apostle of Aseretto, the center of all this controversy, was not invited to the party. As he was a common priest and not a bishop, he was not eligible to participate in the Council of Trevero. Instead, thought the arrangement of Pop Ludovico, he was invited to San Carlo, the capital of the Etruscan Kingdom, the essence of the civilized scholar world, and tied yup with Cardinal de Mare, a thorn in the eyes of Pope Ludovico, to preach the Grand Mass instead of the cardinal.
***
"Gather some more! Tighten the rubber!"
Isabella has recently started using something called a 'chest pouch'. It was an item devised by Isabella, who had an empty chest, to imitate her mother's voluptuous breast. As soon as the bundle vendor arrived home and offered that it was produced in the Moorish Kingdom, Isabella snatched it without even asking the price. It has become the most beloved item.
Isabella couldn't gather her breast with her breast pocket alone, so she put a wad of cotton in her breast pocket and tied it once more with a wide piece of cotton. On top of that, she created the perfect optical illusion that something is missing when she wears a dress that was popular in the Etruscan Kingdom with a deep decollete.
"Miss! You are so beautiful!"
After leaving Ariadne, Maletta , who had been hanging close to Isabella and risking her life to flatter her, raised her voice and praised Isabella's beauty.
"How should I do my makeup?"
"With pearl powder from Taranto. The cheek rouge and lip rouge are rose water from Gaeta."
Cremation was taboo in San Carlo, but everyone did it. A woman with a beautiful face was voted the most beautiful woman, but who the hell is fair competition in this San Carlo? Noble ladies, without exception, had their faces retouched little by little so as not to show any signs of makeup.
"You are a genius, My Lady. Everyone had only bathed in rose water, but no one would have thought of dyeing their lips.
Isabella smiled brightly.
If there was one person who excelled in the field of grooming in all of San Carlo, it was undoubtedly Isabella de Mare. No one could not blame Isabella for her Latin lessons on for the slowness of her court etiquette. She was not a slow or dull student. She was very smart and efficient student of the kind. But as she looked into the mirror all day. wondering which rouge would best suit her purple eyes, and how pluck her eyebrow to create a naturally even arch, she had no time for Latin, theology, history, or court etiquette. It was just lacking. This is given equally to everyone, usually.
"Let's get a new dress from last month."
The collar of the sky blue silk dress was decorated with golden thread lace, and a long pearl necklace of coarse grains was worn over the deeply cup decollete. A golden cross pendant the size of a palm hung on a pearl necklace. The tip of the cross pendant touched the breastbone created by the breast pocket.
Going down to the first floor, where her family waited, she wondered how to ignore men's gazes when they focused on pendants and breastbone.
'Should I turn my head to the side? Shall I talk to the person next to me? Who do I talk to? Ariadne?'
As her thought ticked her tail, Isabella looked up and down at her half-sister, who was waiting at the entrance on the first floor.
'Why does she walk around like that? The original version is smooth, so it would be much better if I just looked at it.'
Unlike Isabella, who looked like a bright sky, Ariadne was wearing a simple black dress. Her hair was neatly braided into one plait, and there were no earrings on her bare face. Her only ornament was a small silver crucifix hanging from a thin string around her neck. Absolutely, by all accounts, this half-sister could not threaten her position. Isabella was so generous with her heart that she said something to Lucrezia.
"Mom, look at that kid. If you go to the Grand Mass and go dressed like that, what will others say?"
Lucrezia's eyebrows twitched, but she was always weak to her eldest daughter.
"Zia, bring my golden earring to him. The one I put in the bottom tier of the second box."
Ariadne's eyes twinkled at the word 'gold'. She reluctantly had her maidservant fetch Ariadne some earring, and Lucrezia, who has filled Ariadne with her emotion-infused savagery, hurriedly put her two children and one of her courtiers into her carriage.
"Come on, let's get on! If we're late, we'll be in big trouble!"
It was always thrilling to enter the Cathedral of San Ercole in an ornate carriage decorated with sterling silver, making their way through the crowds of poor people who filled the square.
"Get out of the way! Everyone get out of the way of you don't want to be run over!"
"Oh, that's someone's carriage!"
"It's the Cardinal's carriage!'
It was one of Isabella's favorite pastimes to see the bewildered and dismayed faces of the poor through the transparent curtains on the windows as the coachman beat them with his whip to clear the road.
'Look at how he runs away because he almost gets whipped. Get out of the way early. Like that lazy poor man.'
It was the same thing as chasing pigeons in the square, but chasing people was much more exciting than chasing pigeons. Every time something like that happened in her always empty and boring life, Isabella felt her senses soared and alive. She also always liked the situation after entering the Cathedral of San Ercole.
Crunches!
The central door located in the verandah was flung sideways noisily. They entered the huge main gate at the very front of the grand Cathedral Hall when everyone else entered through the side door, walked along the central aisle like a bride walking down a Virgin Road, and triumphantly marched to the alter. When they reached the altar, they slipped to the left and went upstairs to the second floor and took a seat on the balcony. Other than their families, on the royal family and Count Cesare and Countess Rubina were allowed to sit on the balcony.
'Come. Isabella de Mare.'
'It's a blue dress today/'
'Isn't that golden cross made by Lucca jeweler?'
Today was the same as always. As she walked lightly along the central aisle that ran across her nave, the woman looked over with half-envy and half-jealous glances at what she was wearing, and then men sitting in either side of the chairs most likely hung their heads at her. A man looked back in Isabella's direction. It didn't matter if she had a wife by her side or not.
"Honey! Keep your body tight!"
"Ahem!"
Not only in the middle of the hall. but even the men sitting in the far aisle poked their heads out of field of view. Isabella was amused, and she struggled to suppress her desire to laugh out loud. Today, Count Cesare arrived first and sat on the balcony seat on the right, toward the royal family. He was like the head of the men who look at Isabella at the Mass. His gaze was always good, but at the same time she hated it.
'I wish I could keep looking only at me so that others would yearn for me like he did. But I don't want to go out with Count Cesare, and I want Prince Alfonso to be jealous of Count Cesare clinging to me. I hope Prince Alfonso takes an interest in me.
It was completely self-innate desire. As they walked almost to the end of the courtyard, the gazes of Count Cesare and Isabella met in the air. Isabella said she would never go out with him, but she kept asking him to take good care of her.
***
Ariadne followed Isabella behind her at a distance, watching her lustful gazes. She had never been looked at like that since she was born. Her men didn't look at Ariadne like that when she was young, and since she was Cesare's fiancee when she grew up, no one dared to look at he with those lustful eyes. The women had only pityed her or ignored her, but no one had ever fired her gaze with a hint of anger.
With a little disgust and a little but of envy, she followed Isabella, the object of those gazes. It was then. It was that she met the gaze of that person she could not forget even if she died. A handsome man in his twenties, with a cold impression like a marble statue just entering his adolescence, was standing in the low balcony on the right side with his arms crossed and staring down. At a higher level, he seemed to think he had dominion over everything on earth. Unlike Alfonso, who was young but had thick lines, he had delicate features and a slim lower body. Although he was tall, his overall figure was slim. His dark brown hair, close to black, was reflected in the light of the candles that were lit in the Hall, and his two blue eyes. Those blue eyes, longing for the warmth that Ariadne had risen from them, were fixed on the beautiful amethyst-colored Isabella, who walked motionless right in front of Ariadne, radiating a bright light.
Ariadne's dark green eyes were filled with emotion, whether it be pain, regret, or anger. She vowed never to deal with the author again, but it hurt. The emotions that had been built up for 14 years were inevitably separate from the resolute reason. But today was an important day. Cesare couldn't ruin the business.
'Please, I hope that the same thing as in my previous life will happen, and that the plan will succeed.'
Ariadne gripped the hem of her dress rightly.
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