“I don’t think they’d stay still. Should we look into all the families related to you, in addition to the Duke of Neuta?”
“Well, more than that, you know the family that is preparing to make their social debut this fall, and also the neutral figures I connected with them when I married the Duke of Neuta?”
"Yes."
“Keep your eyes on that side. It looks like it’s going to move soon.”
Since she doesn't want an all-out war either, the battlefield will be the social circles, not the palace.
If you're going to hit someone on the back of the head, you probably won't move your aides or limbs to show it.
If they had to choose, there was a high probability that they would set a trap by drawing in a neutral family that they thought was closer to them while also having a connection to Agatha.
Madame Iris's eyes sparkled like an eagle's.
“Haha, that’s my specialty. Leave it to me, Ma’am. I’ll bring you good news soon.”
“Please take care of me.”
Agatha smiled and called in the other aides one by one.
Ask Marchioness Vanessa Beatriz to find out about the boutiques, shoe stores, and jewelry stores frequented by the Neuta family.
Agatha, who had been ordering the Duchess of Kate Evelyn to track the flow of funds between the Neuta family and the upper class, suddenly stopped talking.
As she was checking on her husband's situation from time to time, a young lady with a unique aura caught her eye.
Pink hair. A back view of a satin dress in a mix of light pink and dark pink that matches the color of her hair.
The moment he noticed that strangely expectant and longing look directed at Enoch, an alarm bell rang in his instincts.
She instinctively checked Enoch's face, but there was no change in expression on his face.
Well, there's no way she could read his changes from this far away.
“Madame Agatha?”
“...Excuse me, Lady Kate. Then I’ll ask Young Lady to take care of tracking the flow of funds.”
“Yes. Just leave it to me, Ma’am.”
Agatha, who had casually sent back the Duchess Kate Evelyn, turned to look at the Marchioness Iris Domunia.
Mrs. Iris bowed her head sharply and whispered.
“She is the daughter of Count Lucy Liras. I understand that she was engaged to Marquis Aratus when she was young, but when the Marquis decided to go on an expedition, Count Liras unilaterally declared the breakoff of the engagement.”
“But this is what appeared in front of my husband.”
Come now.
Agatha's eyes, fluttering with debt, sank coldly.
A young lady, who had managed to climb up the stairs, was talking to Enoch, who was sitting near the stage.
He neither gave up his seat nor stood up, but he did not ignore her words either.
The moment the woman sitting one step below opened her mouth, trying to suppress her excitement.
Agatha's fan folded with a snap.
“What would happen if I went there now?”
“...There is room for improvement, but rumors will spread.”
She thinks she can tolerate that much.
Agatha, who had been blinking quietly, stood up from her seat.
At first glance, Enoch seemed busy sharing drinks with the Emperor and other key nobles.
Enoch paid attention to Agatha without being obtrusive. It was natural that Agatha's gaze would often catch his attention.
Purple eyes filled with careful concern and pride.
Enoch lifted his glass and covered his slightly curved lips.
'He just left without even looking back.'
When he was caught by the Emperor, as he often did after lunch.
Agatha nodded calmly, saying that she would be fine there.
As if she already knew that his brief absence would not be a brief one.
Of course, it wasn't unexpected, but she felt strangely disappointed.
But how can she send him off like that and then secretly watch it?
Enoch felt his stomach, which had been a little twisted, soften at the appearance of Duke Theodore Neuta.
It was while he was drinking heavily and quietly scanning the entire Asagrat Hall for any possible safety precautions.
“...”
Enoch slowly put down his glass as he noticed the unfamiliar pink hair.
Ten years ago, the news that Count Liras, who was supposed to be his father-in-law, was struggling and unable to breathe spread widely throughout the palace.
It couldn't be helped, since the successor of the Marquis, who was expected to die, was given the title of hero and held a ceremony to celebrate his victory.
Even though the family was quickly recovering its power and solidifying its position in the court, the Count who had unilaterally insulted him must feel like he was struck by lightning.
Even the Emperor favored him.
'But you're sending your daughter as a negotiator?'
At that time, Lady Lucy Liras, who was young, knew that she had done nothing wrong, so he did not cast her out, but she was not someone to welcome either.
“I, Your Grace.”
Enoch looked up at Lady Liras without saying a word. The woman quickly lowered her body and spoke in a slightly trembling voice.
“Can you spare me a moment? I have something to tell you.”
“Speak.”
Those who knew about Enoch and Lucy Liras' relationship were interested in it, and those who didn't were interested in it.
In particular, the gaze of the Crown Prince, Anthony Roxiba, was spectacular.
Suddenly, Agatha came to mind.
His wife wouldn't like seeing this scene.
Enoch's eyes naturally turned to where Agatha was, and a faint look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
The figure of his wife, visible through the layers of curtains, had disappeared.
“First of all, I congratulate you on your belated victory, Your Grace. Although I did not dare to approach you during the triumphal procession or the victory banquet, I was cheering for your accomplishments as much as everyone else in my heart.”
Enoch's eyes, which were quickly scanning the banquet hall while listening to Lucy Liras' words with one ear and letting them go out the other, stopped at one place in the hall.
Under the stairs of the imperial palace.
Agatha was walking towards him with elegance, smiting the nobles who were gathering around with just her gaze.
No way.
Enoch's gaze turned forward. The woman, who had already taken her seat one step below him, continued speaking with blushing cheeks.
“...So, my father asked me to ask if I could spare a moment to apologize for my past rudeness. If you could just give him the chance, he would do whatever you want.”
Enoch's expression became subtle. As soon as Lady Liras finished speaking, his wife's eyes, which had arrived at his side, took on a bright light.
"Enoch."
Agatha could easily detect the faint bewilderment and puzzlement on Enoch's face.
Are you saying that you can see changes in emotions without having to look closely?
Lady Liras, who had been showing her back the whole time, finally looked back.
Pink eyes are similar to her hair. Still a young face.
“The Marchioness of Aratus?”
A woman who seemed to be just past adulthood was looking up at Agatha with her eyes wide open.
Agatha naturally took her place next to Enoch.
"Enoch."
“...What brings you here, Madam?”
“I haven’t heard from the person who said he would be back for a while. So I came in person.”
Agatha looked down at Lady Liras, who was sitting one step below her.
“Who is this person? I think it’s my first time seeing you.”
“Oh, excuse me.”
A woman with a lovely blush introduced herself.
“My name is Lucy Liras, daughter of Count Liras. I have a connection with the Marquis from long ago, so I would like to briefly greet him.”
“I wonder what kind of fate it will be.”
“Ah, that’s...”
While Lucy hesitated, Enoch answered.
“We broke off our engagement ten years ago. When my parents passed away and I went to war, Count Liras unilaterally declared the breakoff of our engagement.”
“Your Grace...”
“It’s a relationship that has passed now. We have no relationship whatsoever.”
Lady Liras's trembling voice and Enoch's cold voice meshed together.
Enoch's gaze was directed at Count Liras, who was watching this place from a corner at the bottom of the stairs.
The bewildered Count fidgeted and then hid in a more secluded place.
The person who insulted Enoch by unilaterally breaking off the engagement has returned as a victorious general.
It seemed as if he was anxious and wanted to send his daughter to spy on them.
'I just remembered the related rumors now.'
He pretended to be calm, but the fact that he had even walked here was proof that he was not completely rational.
Of course, even if she had heard that rumor in advance, she would have come here.
Tak, Agatha's eyes, which had folded her fan, shone coldly.
“I see. It’s not a good fate, so why did Lady Liras come here?”
"That is..."
“Do you think the Marquis will be lenient on the Liras family’s rudeness like he was ten years ago? His wife may think differently.”
“Mrs. Marchioness...!”
Now that Agatha come forward, shouldn't she return the favor for the insults Enoch suffered in the past?
Agatha raised her voice slightly as she looked at the middle-aged man with pink hair who had been standing out at the bottom of the stairs a little while ago.
“Go back and take care of yourself, Young Lady Liras. It is the right thing to do for the head of the household to step forward in this matter. Of course, it is up to the Marquis to decide what happens next.”
"...Sorry."
Lady Lucy Liras ran away as if she was running away. Agatha felt the gaze of those who were focused on her without realizing it and opened her fan and waved it around.
And she smiled as she looked at the Emperor sitting in the highest seat.
“I apologize for causing a commotion, Your Majesty.”
“What’s the fuss about? It’s the fault of the one who sent the child away without taking care of it. Isn’t that so?”
Here and there, laughter and flattery toward the Emperor burst out.
Agatha, who had finished her training to some extent, took a quiet breath. Only then did she relax her tense shoulders.
“Well, more than that, you know the family that is preparing to make their social debut this fall, and also the neutral figures I connected with them when I married the Duke of Neuta?”
"Yes."
“Keep your eyes on that side. It looks like it’s going to move soon.”
Since she doesn't want an all-out war either, the battlefield will be the social circles, not the palace.
If you're going to hit someone on the back of the head, you probably won't move your aides or limbs to show it.
If they had to choose, there was a high probability that they would set a trap by drawing in a neutral family that they thought was closer to them while also having a connection to Agatha.
Madame Iris's eyes sparkled like an eagle's.
“Haha, that’s my specialty. Leave it to me, Ma’am. I’ll bring you good news soon.”
“Please take care of me.”
Agatha smiled and called in the other aides one by one.
Ask Marchioness Vanessa Beatriz to find out about the boutiques, shoe stores, and jewelry stores frequented by the Neuta family.
Agatha, who had been ordering the Duchess of Kate Evelyn to track the flow of funds between the Neuta family and the upper class, suddenly stopped talking.
As she was checking on her husband's situation from time to time, a young lady with a unique aura caught her eye.
Pink hair. A back view of a satin dress in a mix of light pink and dark pink that matches the color of her hair.
The moment he noticed that strangely expectant and longing look directed at Enoch, an alarm bell rang in his instincts.
She instinctively checked Enoch's face, but there was no change in expression on his face.
Well, there's no way she could read his changes from this far away.
“Madame Agatha?”
“...Excuse me, Lady Kate. Then I’ll ask Young Lady to take care of tracking the flow of funds.”
“Yes. Just leave it to me, Ma’am.”
Agatha, who had casually sent back the Duchess Kate Evelyn, turned to look at the Marchioness Iris Domunia.
Mrs. Iris bowed her head sharply and whispered.
“She is the daughter of Count Lucy Liras. I understand that she was engaged to Marquis Aratus when she was young, but when the Marquis decided to go on an expedition, Count Liras unilaterally declared the breakoff of the engagement.”
“But this is what appeared in front of my husband.”
Come now.
Agatha's eyes, fluttering with debt, sank coldly.
A young lady, who had managed to climb up the stairs, was talking to Enoch, who was sitting near the stage.
He neither gave up his seat nor stood up, but he did not ignore her words either.
The moment the woman sitting one step below opened her mouth, trying to suppress her excitement.
Agatha's fan folded with a snap.
“What would happen if I went there now?”
“...There is room for improvement, but rumors will spread.”
She thinks she can tolerate that much.
Agatha, who had been blinking quietly, stood up from her seat.
At first glance, Enoch seemed busy sharing drinks with the Emperor and other key nobles.
Enoch paid attention to Agatha without being obtrusive. It was natural that Agatha's gaze would often catch his attention.
Purple eyes filled with careful concern and pride.
Enoch lifted his glass and covered his slightly curved lips.
'He just left without even looking back.'
When he was caught by the Emperor, as he often did after lunch.
Agatha nodded calmly, saying that she would be fine there.
As if she already knew that his brief absence would not be a brief one.
Of course, it wasn't unexpected, but she felt strangely disappointed.
But how can she send him off like that and then secretly watch it?
Enoch felt his stomach, which had been a little twisted, soften at the appearance of Duke Theodore Neuta.
It was while he was drinking heavily and quietly scanning the entire Asagrat Hall for any possible safety precautions.
“...”
Enoch slowly put down his glass as he noticed the unfamiliar pink hair.
Ten years ago, the news that Count Liras, who was supposed to be his father-in-law, was struggling and unable to breathe spread widely throughout the palace.
It couldn't be helped, since the successor of the Marquis, who was expected to die, was given the title of hero and held a ceremony to celebrate his victory.
Even though the family was quickly recovering its power and solidifying its position in the court, the Count who had unilaterally insulted him must feel like he was struck by lightning.
Even the Emperor favored him.
'But you're sending your daughter as a negotiator?'
At that time, Lady Lucy Liras, who was young, knew that she had done nothing wrong, so he did not cast her out, but she was not someone to welcome either.
“I, Your Grace.”
Enoch looked up at Lady Liras without saying a word. The woman quickly lowered her body and spoke in a slightly trembling voice.
“Can you spare me a moment? I have something to tell you.”
“Speak.”
Those who knew about Enoch and Lucy Liras' relationship were interested in it, and those who didn't were interested in it.
In particular, the gaze of the Crown Prince, Anthony Roxiba, was spectacular.
Suddenly, Agatha came to mind.
His wife wouldn't like seeing this scene.
Enoch's eyes naturally turned to where Agatha was, and a faint look of confusion appeared in his eyes.
The figure of his wife, visible through the layers of curtains, had disappeared.
“First of all, I congratulate you on your belated victory, Your Grace. Although I did not dare to approach you during the triumphal procession or the victory banquet, I was cheering for your accomplishments as much as everyone else in my heart.”
Enoch's eyes, which were quickly scanning the banquet hall while listening to Lucy Liras' words with one ear and letting them go out the other, stopped at one place in the hall.
Under the stairs of the imperial palace.
Agatha was walking towards him with elegance, smiting the nobles who were gathering around with just her gaze.
No way.
Enoch's gaze turned forward. The woman, who had already taken her seat one step below him, continued speaking with blushing cheeks.
“...So, my father asked me to ask if I could spare a moment to apologize for my past rudeness. If you could just give him the chance, he would do whatever you want.”
Enoch's expression became subtle. As soon as Lady Liras finished speaking, his wife's eyes, which had arrived at his side, took on a bright light.
"Enoch."
Agatha could easily detect the faint bewilderment and puzzlement on Enoch's face.
Are you saying that you can see changes in emotions without having to look closely?
Lady Liras, who had been showing her back the whole time, finally looked back.
Pink eyes are similar to her hair. Still a young face.
“The Marchioness of Aratus?”
A woman who seemed to be just past adulthood was looking up at Agatha with her eyes wide open.
Agatha naturally took her place next to Enoch.
"Enoch."
“...What brings you here, Madam?”
“I haven’t heard from the person who said he would be back for a while. So I came in person.”
Agatha looked down at Lady Liras, who was sitting one step below her.
“Who is this person? I think it’s my first time seeing you.”
“Oh, excuse me.”
A woman with a lovely blush introduced herself.
“My name is Lucy Liras, daughter of Count Liras. I have a connection with the Marquis from long ago, so I would like to briefly greet him.”
“I wonder what kind of fate it will be.”
“Ah, that’s...”
While Lucy hesitated, Enoch answered.
“We broke off our engagement ten years ago. When my parents passed away and I went to war, Count Liras unilaterally declared the breakoff of our engagement.”
“Your Grace...”
“It’s a relationship that has passed now. We have no relationship whatsoever.”
Lady Liras's trembling voice and Enoch's cold voice meshed together.
Enoch's gaze was directed at Count Liras, who was watching this place from a corner at the bottom of the stairs.
The bewildered Count fidgeted and then hid in a more secluded place.
The person who insulted Enoch by unilaterally breaking off the engagement has returned as a victorious general.
It seemed as if he was anxious and wanted to send his daughter to spy on them.
'I just remembered the related rumors now.'
He pretended to be calm, but the fact that he had even walked here was proof that he was not completely rational.
Of course, even if she had heard that rumor in advance, she would have come here.
Tak, Agatha's eyes, which had folded her fan, shone coldly.
“I see. It’s not a good fate, so why did Lady Liras come here?”
"That is..."
“Do you think the Marquis will be lenient on the Liras family’s rudeness like he was ten years ago? His wife may think differently.”
“Mrs. Marchioness...!”
Now that Agatha come forward, shouldn't she return the favor for the insults Enoch suffered in the past?
Agatha raised her voice slightly as she looked at the middle-aged man with pink hair who had been standing out at the bottom of the stairs a little while ago.
“Go back and take care of yourself, Young Lady Liras. It is the right thing to do for the head of the household to step forward in this matter. Of course, it is up to the Marquis to decide what happens next.”
"...Sorry."
Lady Lucy Liras ran away as if she was running away. Agatha felt the gaze of those who were focused on her without realizing it and opened her fan and waved it around.
And she smiled as she looked at the Emperor sitting in the highest seat.
“I apologize for causing a commotion, Your Majesty.”
“What’s the fuss about? It’s the fault of the one who sent the child away without taking care of it. Isn’t that so?”
Here and there, laughter and flattery toward the Emperor burst out.
Agatha, who had finished her training to some extent, took a quiet breath. Only then did she relax her tense shoulders.
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