EIITAB - Chapter 102 < Food >
Even if it is Trampled and Broken
Aslan always treated others with a harsh attitude.
Of course, Dulcinea felt that wall too. However, she always thought that the height was particularly low for her, unlike others.
Although sh knew it was thanks to her father and mother, another thought arose in her heart.
If Aslan really hated her, wouldn't he have kept his distance like everyone else?
Dulcinea was the only woman Aslan had by his side. Everyone in the Kalathi Estate said that.
It was not just her who had the illusion.
'If the Duke gets married someday, it will be with Lady Dulcinea, right?"
Such comments are becoming more and more common, such as 'When will you two get married?', and Dulcinea enjoyed it.
Dulcinea had no doubt that, as the people of Kalathi Castle say, if Aslan were to marry one day, it would be with her...
Until Hestia appears!
Dulcinea glared somewhere at her with a venomous expression and she huffed. Her attitude was as if Hestia was right in front of her.
So while Dulcinea was excited in her solitude, Anette remained silent and just watched her do her work.
'My ears sting!'
The words Dulcinea kept pouring out were quite annoying.
So Anette was upset, but it wasn't so much that she couldn't listen to everything that was going on, so she was just enduring it.
"I will find my place. And I will form a perfect family with Aslan. We don't need any blood other than our child."
After she finished speaking, Dulcinea took several deep breaths.
Perhaps because of that, the excitement disappeared from her face little by little.
However, since it was impossible to completely calm down her twisted emotions, Dulcinea continued to mutter to herself.
"I believed Aslan when he said he would protect me for the rest of his life. That man never says nonsense or says anything he can't keep. Because he's been like that since he was a kid."
Now Dulcinea looked like half out of her mind.
Anette looked down at Dulcinea pitifully with her arms crossed. Then, when Dulcinea made eye contact with her again, as if she was asking Anette to agree with her, Anette straightened up her expression as if she had never done that before.
"So there must have been something going on."
She asked Anette again and again with a desperate look on her face.
"Anette, right? Am I right? Was there something in the capital that Aslan couldn't refuse? Since you are the same Saintess as Hestia, you must have seen something nearby, right?"
Anette smiled inwardly.
The answer was fixed anyway..
So, all she has to do is tell Dulcinea what she wants out of her mouth.
'It's so easy!'
Anette deliberately narrowed her eyes. Her smiling blue eyes stared at Dulcinea for a moment, and then her red lips lifted up as well.
"That's right, cute Dulcinea."
She reached out her pale hand and played with Dulcinea's curly hair near her ear, before tucking it behind her.
"As you said, there was a situation in the capital."
"I knew it would be like that!"
Relief began to creep across Dulcinea's face.
The fact that he was married could not be undone, so the most important thing to Dulcinea right now was Aslan's heart.
A few days ago he drew the right line.
'Yes, but..!!'
At the time, Dulcinea rationalized that it was because he was 'briefly' upset about her own indiscretion.
If it weren't for that reason, she wouldn't have let him go after having stayed by her side for much longer than Hestia.
After losing the strong support of her parents during the Great War, Dulcinea became obsessed with what was her own.
That applies to both objects and people.
It was because the attachment to Aslan Kalathi was the strongest among them that the situation came to this point.
So Dulcinea wanted confirmation from anyone. She had no choice but to choose as if Aslan was pushing Hestia away.
If only someone could confirm that to her, she could no longer be anxious and wait for the rosy future that would come to Aslan and herself.
And Anette gave the answer that Dulcinea had desperately wanted.
"After all, Aslan was forced to marry her. Yes, that's right. So, that's it."
Dulcinea muttered incoherently with a brightly colored face as if her mind had finally been relieved.
There was no evidence, but her words were enough.
Anette, who was staring at Dulcinea with cold eyes, quickly calmed down her expression.
'If Saintess Hestia has a child, she will be a bother to me too, so let's take advantage of her a little!'
Anette spoke in a soft voice, as if soothing a child.
"Dulcinea, did you say silphium?"
"Huh? Ah, yes."
As Anette revived the previous topic, Dulcinea nodded with her eyes shining.
Anette, who was gently stroking the top of her head as if she were petting her beloved puppy, subtly handed her some food.
"I'm glad we haven't unloaded the medicine yet."
"Huh? So that means..."
"Once they unload the cargo, the quantity is recorded in the ledger, making it difficult to steal it."
Anette, who was laughing out loud, soon widened her eyes even more and spoke.
"Dulcinea, don't worry. I'll find out."
"Thank you, Anette!"
Finally, Dulcinea's face brightened.
Seeing her like that, Anette's smile also grew brighter. But as if the excitement was short-lived, Dulcinea looked at Anettea again with her brooding eyes.
"But that... How can we give and receive?"
It's not like her head is a flower garden at all.
Anette snorted to herself.
It seemed like she wanted to keep the fact that she had done such dirty things, including her relationship with Anette, a complete secret.
'Well, if you have a brain, you'll know that you have to buy her body.'
As with the royal family, a successor is a very important issue in an aristocratic family.
She doesn't know that, but she moves like this...
'Is it because she's a fool blinded by love?'
Anette felt sorry for Dulcinea.
While she fundamentally didn't understand Dulcinea being so immature, she understood her actions.
'If she had lived in the capital or at least in a southern estate, she would have known that it was a futile thing to even dream of.'
However, this was an unprecedented situation for the Princess of Kalathi, who lived a life Isolated here and cut off from the social world.
If she had been Lady Philippa, she would have cut off Dulcinea somehow, but not Anette.
'She doesn't have the personality to stop you!'
Anette smiled, hiding her true feelings.
She spoke lightly, as if her worries about Dulcinea were really no big deal.
"Don't you remember? Dulcinea. We have our own secret space."
"Ah!"
Dulcinea must have remembered where Anette was hinting and let out a small exclamation of her own.
Anette spoke in her more coy voice, looking down at her with her eyes shining.
"I'll leave it there, so take it."
"Thank you so much. After all, Anette is the only one who thinks about me!"
Dulcinea suddenly grabbed her arm.
"I have to help, of course."
Anette naturally shook off her hands and continued speaking.
"You are the daughter of someone who was like a father to me."
There was little trust in Dulcinea's blue eyes, which resembled Anette's.
Faced with those clearly read emotions, Anette also smiled even deeper on her lips.
***
The sun could not be seen in the sky today.
This was because the snow that had been falling since yesterday evening did not stop in the middle and continued to fall.
Plus, strong winds blow from time to time.
Northerners were also slow to move, but it was even more difficult for Southerners who were not immune to the strong cold.
"The weather looks like shit."
"That's what I said."
Doctors and workers from the south who were unloading medicine poured out harsh words.
They wanted to get inside as quickly as possible and go somewhere warm to warm up. But things didn't go their way.
Aslan appointed Dr. Vito as the person in charge of counting and organizing the medicines. However, because he was very principled meticulous, and picky, the organization was not moving quickly.
Dr. Vito checked the items by carefully comparing them one by one with the ledger where the quantity was recorded.
As a result, even after several hours had passed, the medicine was only half full.
“Hey.”
The southerners who were unloading the medicine spoke harsh words.
One of them walked up to Mr. Vito and asked him a harsh question.
"I'm going to freeze to death at this rate. Can't we do this after moving it indoors first?"
Dr. Vito shook his head.
"It is a long way to confirm the exact quantity."
"Then at least you can do it after you release me!"
"What if all the medicines freeze in the meantime? I won't be able to use any of it."
"Ha, you're so strict."
The person who spoke to him pounded his chest in frustration.
Then, Dr. Vito noticed that a southern worker who was unloading goods that had passed inspection was moving boxes with rough hands.
Dr. Vito pointed it out right away.
"Be careful transporting that. The moment the lid is opened, cold seeps in and becomes unusable."
"Yes, yes."
As soon as the southerner answered half-heartedly, Dr. Vito looked somewhere sharp.
"And that one. What do you do if you grab something wrapped in wet paper so tightly Phew... Why do people who know do this, tsk."
The moment Dr. Vito let out a long sigh in frustration, the Southerners lost their senses.
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