It was obvious. He guessed they sent it to him with the provisions of the proposal in mind.
'My complexion wasn't very good either.'
The fact that they sent that much in just half a day was proof that they had overexerted themselves.
Enoch handed the wet towel to the servant and walked into the main house.
As expected, his brow furrowed slightly at the sight of about 10 carriages as he left the training ground.
One of the vassals of Nobilis who had been waiting, who seemed to be the representative, stepped forward and bowed.
“Hello. I am Denny Keilor, the First Executor of Nobilis. Are you Marquis Aratus?”
Enoch nodded, checking the vassals who had rushed out following him.
“Nice to meet you. Are you here to carry out the proposal?”
"You're right. She was so abusive, saying that she couldn't leave behind a single debt before marriage. Haha. Maybe I was rude by coming too early?”
“No. You came at just the right time.”
There is no need to explain it at length, he will understand when he sees it. Among the vassals who were watching, the administrator, Conrad, quickly stepped forward.
After exchanging brief greetings, Conrad immediately glanced at the carriage.
“Well, I heard you came to carry out a proposal. Could that be...?”
"Yes. This is the 100,000 gold karats top-related documents you requested.”
100,000 karats of gold was an amount equivalent to the annual budget of an average family.
You can prepare that in half a day!
The bailiff immediately approached the wagon and showed the bag full of gold coins inside.
The excited vassals went through the verification process under the butler's direction. It was exactly 100,000 gold.
“Oh, she said that the interest rate fluctuates. She said that she can never charge interest to her prospective fiancé. This is the letter she sent to the Marquis.”
“...”
Enoch, who had been frowning slightly, silently reached out to the letter delivered by Denny Keilor, the first executor of Nobilis. Pretending not to notice, everyone's eyes turned to him.
On top of the flower-scented letter were a purple statis, the symbol of Agatha Nobilis, and Nobilis' emblem sealed with wax.
Enoch turned his gaze down to the letter, handing the proposal over to the butler, who had transformed it into a contract.
It's a font he's seeing for the first time, straight and yet somehow soft.
"To my beloved fiancée-to-be."
“....”
He stopped moving for a moment and slowly read the sentence.
"You're not surprised, are you?
I thought it would be best to resolve this quickly, so I grabbed the administrator who happened to be not far away.
How fortunate I am to have been able to finish processing it yesterday.
I accepted the terms as they were given except for the interest part.
Of course, there were some changes, but as you said yesterday since we are getting married soon, I think we can skip the interesting part, right?
Preparations have been completed earlier than expected, so it looks like we will be able to receive permission for an audience with His Majesty within a few days.
Now, arrangements have been made to allow you to enter the palace at any time, so please visit us at your convenience.
Well, I look forward to the day we can meet again.
From your fiancee.
P.s. I heard a rumor going around the capital. Do you think your relatives were also taken aback by the sudden news of the marriage proposal?”
“...”
It was a surprisingly friendly letter, unlike the two polite, ghostwritten letters he had received so far.
“This is what happens to all fiancés.”
"Yes...?"
The retainers, who were secretly hovering around and trying desperately to steal the letter, pricked up their ears.
Enoch nonchalantly put the letter in his bosom and stared at Denny Keilor, the Nobilis executor.
“Let’s go into the mansion and talk about the top.”
"Yes. I’ve been waiting for you, Marquis.”
At those words, Aratus's vassals were silent. There were so many things they were curious about, but the matters related to the proposal came first.
After the Nobilis vassals returned after confirming the terms of the proposal made into a contract and other implementation parts.
Enoch entered the office, followed by the butler and Aratus' vassals.
Enoch let out a long breath as he searched for a piece of stationery on the desk.
“I just confirmed that you decided to get married and congratulated you, but I was curious about something else.”
The vassals who took the opportunity immediately became noisy, shouting out questions such as what happened, was there anything agreed to be exchanged in return for the engagement, and when were he planning to get married?
They decided to get a separate house to live in together, she wanted safety and she wanted to not interact with her relatives, they would respect each other and keep the basics in check, etc.
After giving an appropriate answer and pouring it out of one ear, Enoch dipped his quill pen into the ink bottle.
The hand that had hesitated for a moment finally wrote down the first sentence.
"To my beloved fiancee."
The eyes of the retainers, who were paying attention to the unexpected letter while bombarding him with questions, seemed to pop out.
"Ah....!”
Puck!
The fists of the butler and vassals jammed into Conrad's side as he tried to open his mouth without notice.
After looking at the whimpering magistrate for a moment, Enoch gave a congratulatory command.
“I guess everyone has nothing to do?”
“No! I was just about to leave!”
In a crowd of people disappearing in panic.
The sole surviving butler, Ben, brought out a new letter and handed it to him.
"Master. How about using this for stationery?”
“...”
It was a blue-colored letter paper soaked in a refreshing scent as if it had been prepared at some point.
Enoch, who was silently looking down, put away the stationery he had written earlier and pulled out a new one.
"To my beloved fiancee.
The gift you prepared so carefully has arrived at the Aratus family.
It must have been difficult to prepare in such a short time, but I am worried about the health of my future fiancé.
Please let me know the date and time of the audience and we will prepare accordingly.
From Enoch Aratus.
P.s. I'm afraid this may have been embarrassing for you too. I will visit you as soon as possible.”
He tried his best to write with correct handwriting. As he had been exchanging hasty correspondence on the battlefield for 10 years, his habit of rough scrawling remained even after he returned to the capital.
“Do I look fierce?”
"No. This is the most gentle letter you have ever written.”
In response to the old deacon's testimony, Enoch sealed the letter and put his seal on it.
“Please ask Lady Nobilis.”
“Yes, Master.”
The butler, who had been politely accepting the letter, bowed his head again and said.
“Master, I know this may be presumptuous of you, but next time you meet her, wouldn’t it be better to change your title? You’re getting engaged soon, and I’m concerned that you might feel distant when you address her.”
“...Take note. What about flowers?”
“It will arrive today. I hired a skilled flower arranger.”
Enoch thought for a moment and then added:
“It would be better for me to choose the type of flower myself. Tell him when he comes.”
“Yes, Master.”
Ben left the office. The moment he closed the door and turned around, the vassals he thought had gone away were waiting for him.
“Are you gone yet?”
“How can I go back? I, I saw something like that!”
The vassals, led by the administrator, Conrad, surrounded Ben.
They swallowed hard as they looked at the letter in the butler's hand, trying to keep their movements as quiet as possible in case someone heard them.
The butler, Ben, who naturally took the letter into his bosom, smiled.
“It doesn’t seem to be a simple arranged marriage.”
"Also...!”
“That’s good. Isn’t this his first proper relationship since then?”
"Quiet. Why do you bring that up on such a nice day?”
All the vassals except Ben glared at the vice-captain who had said something inconsiderate. One of the vice-captains who was surprised quickly shut his mouth.
"Sorry."
“Yes.”
The servants quickly surrounded the butler and whispered.
“If the Young Lady happens to come, you must tell us. Okay? You promised?”
***
Agatha has been in a good mood lately.
Instead of getting married as she wanted, she had a huge amount of work to do, and there was still a deal with the Emperor, as well as wedding preparations and negotiations with the Mainukor Empire.
All of that became quite bearable the moment she took out a single letter from her bosom.
"Enoch Aratus"
The stiff handwriting on the bottom of the dark blue envelope made her laugh every time she saw it.
“It’s clear that he pressed it hard.”
If you actually look at the contents inside, you can see that the handwriting is secretly flying away.
That looked strangely cute.
Is it because there are traces of effort to suppress the raw handwriting here and there?
Agatha was now picking up her quill, savoring the subtle lingering scent.
Knock knock.
"Come in."
A maid came in and told her the good news.
“Miss. The Marquis Aratus has come to visit.”
"Yes? Take me to the reception room immediately."
The young lady checked her attire with the help of the maids.
Her golden hair, which hung plainly over a fresh water-colored dress, fluttered like a veil under the sunlight.
“Is this enough?”
“You are beautiful enough, Miss.”
She changed her makeup and changed her accessories to something a little more flashy.
Instead of low shoes, she wore slightly high-heeled shoes and headed to the living room.
“The Lady has arrived.”
The moment the reception room door opens.
Agatha was speechless at the sight before her eyes and the fragrant scent of the flowers.
Enoch was dressed in gorgeous growth, and even his hair, which was wild, was neatly pulled back.
Enoch Aratus was standing holding a bouquet so large and abundant that it overflowed even in his wide arms.
Her golden hair, which hung plainly over a fresh water-colored dress, fluttered like a veil under the sunlight.
“Is this enough?”
“You are beautiful enough, Miss.”
She changed her makeup and changed her accessories to something a little more flashy.
Instead of low shoes, she wore slightly high-heeled shoes and headed to the living room.
“The Lady has arrived.”
The moment the reception room door opens.
Agatha was speechless at the sight before her eyes and the fragrant scent of the flowers.
Enoch was dressed in gorgeous growth, and even his hair, which was wild, was neatly pulled back.
Enoch Aratus was standing holding a bouquet so large and abundant that it overflowed even in his wide arms.
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