After that, the tea party went smoothly. The next makeshift salon was decided to be held at Lady Iris's mansion.
“How about holding the next meeting at my mansion? The new tea leaves I just got in are really nice.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Madam Iris.”
It was when Agatha turned around after seeing off the guests who had naturally promised to meet her next time.
"Lady!"
The maid, Jessie, was running towards her, holding a letter in one hand.
'It's Enoch's letter.'
There was only one letter that Jessie would jump for like that.
Jessie arrived in one go and politely handed her the letter.
“The letter from the Marquis has arrived.”
As expected, it was a letter from her husband. The familiar white letter paper had a scent like wildflowers.
"Agatha I Want to See"
A single, powerful sentence, along with an honest first sentence, caught Agatha's eye.
“How about holding the next meeting at my mansion? The new tea leaves I just got in are really nice.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, Madam Iris.”
It was when Agatha turned around after seeing off the guests who had naturally promised to meet her next time.
"Lady!"
The maid, Jessie, was running towards her, holding a letter in one hand.
'It's Enoch's letter.'
There was only one letter that Jessie would jump for like that.
Jessie arrived in one go and politely handed her the letter.
“The letter from the Marquis has arrived.”
As expected, it was a letter from her husband. The familiar white letter paper had a scent like wildflowers.
"Agatha I Want to See"
A single, powerful sentence, along with an honest first sentence, caught Agatha's eye.
"...Today marks the end of the last territory occupation. I plan to finish up and return right away once the surrender document is signed..."
"Ah...!"
The weak elasticity drew the attention of those around her.
“What is it, Ma’am?”
“Has something happened to my lord?”
The first vice-captain in charge of escort and the maid in charge reacted quickly. Agatha smiled brightly.
“I guess the battle of the land is over. Now all that remains is to return.”
“Wow, congratulations, Ma’am!”
“Congratulations, Ma’am.”
Agatha, who was holding the letter in her hand and not knowing what to do, changed her mind.
She thought about living quietly in seclusion until Enoch returned.
She thought it would be nice to throw a big party to boast about the complete victory of the Territory War and Enoch's return, while also observing the neutral figures.
“Good things should be spread widely.”
“Yes, Ma’am. You are right.”
Another maid, Marie, quickly chimed in. Of course, the reply came first.
“Jesse, I have to write a reply. And I’m going to open a big salon and invite guests.”
“Of course, you should, Madam. I will prepare it right away.”
She should invite Isabelle while she's at it. Agatha smiled and entered the office.
So, the time is just around the corner for the fall social scene.
Aratus' great victory hit the capital like a storm.
It was thought to be the end for Cadden, but it was a large-scale territory war that involved five families of the Nobilis bloodline and the second-in-line succession rights.
All of that was completed in a short period of one month.
Now the nobles were excited about how safe Agatha Nobilis would be and how great the wealth they would acquire from the Aratus family would be.
In the meantime, Agatha's salon opened.
"They say this is the last salon Agatha Nobilis opens before the autumn social gathering!"
In keeping with the season of support, the salon prepared by Agatha was a garden art viewing event with the debut of a new painter.
Among the painters sponsored by Agatha, there was a new artist who stood out.
As this was an exhibition by a new artist, Agatha Nobilis, who was holding his debut exhibition, the attention of nobles with an interest in art was immediately drawn to it.
Of course, the most prominent topic of conversation was the victory of the Aratus family.
“If not now, I won’t be able to speak to the Marchioness Aratus until the autumn social season officially begins.”
“Where did the invitation go? I absolutely have to attend this!”
“I heard that the artwork that Madame Agatha will be exhibiting this time is amazing.”
“I’m curious about how the newlywed mansion is decorated. When decorating a mansion, don’t you think about the Capital Aratus Mansion and the Nobilis Second Mansion?”
At this time, there is more explosive interest than ever.
Finally, the day came for Agatha's salon to open. Everyone who had an invitation had brought at least one companion.
Usually, the accompanying persons were mostly young children who had not yet debuted or relatives who had just come to the capital, but this time, all of the accompanying persons were nobles who had settled in the capital.
Agatha welcomed them with a smile.
It seemed like it had unexpectedly turned into a large-scale salon, but this was also her intention.
Among the companions were neutral families suspected of having turned to Neuta's side, most notably the Countess Admar.
“Welcome, Madame Admar. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”
Countess Admar greeted her cautiously.
“I didn’t expect there to be this many people. I’m worried that my presence might have caused inconvenience to others.”
“That’s not true. Be friendly, Ma’am. I just remembered that I forgot to send you an invitation today and I felt bad about it.”
Of course, Agatha didn't really blink. She was just warning her that the gap between them was wide enough to blink.
Mrs. Admar quickly nodded her head.
“What are you talking about? It’s my fault for not visiting you often. I feel at a loss for what to do with myself when you welcome me so warmly.”
“Madam, please come in. There are many people here, so I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”
The Countess Admar, who had been nodding her head repeatedly, entered the beautifully decorated garden through the main gate.
The close associates who were nearby sent secret glances.
"We'll keep a close eye on it."
Agatha nodded without letting on to the gaze, smiled brightly, and welcomed the next guest.
“Welcome, Mrs. McKellen, Lady McKellen.”
It was a gathering of almost all the nobles of the capital.
Agatha, who welcomed guests and a comparable number of companions, opened the salon as the host.
As she stepped onto the stage, the gazes of the nobles who had been absentmindedly looking around the mansion and the garden gathered around her.
“Hello, everyone. I would like to thank all of you who have come to my salon to mark the last day of the fall social season.”
She called her own salon the final culmination, but no nobleman denied it.
Agatha Nobilis' salon certainly deserved it.
Agatha smiled elegantly and signaled back.
“I am so happy that my husband is on a winning streak and will be back soon. I hope that everyone who came today can enjoy the salon with the same joy as I did.”
Snap!
At the sound of fingers snapping together, the white cloths covering the artworks placed throughout the garden were all lifted up.
“The exhibition will now begin.”
The nobles who had been looking at the garden behind the stage all expressed their admiration.
Among the short green trees.
Dozens of oil paintings that intensely expressed the moment when light enters left an overwhelming impression.
Delicate yet primary coloring.
A colorful sight, like the dazzling sunlight pouring down.
“This is truly amazing!”
The art viewing exhibition began as the nobles entered the garden path one by one.
Meanwhile, dozens of couches were placed in the empty space, along with low wooden tables and wine buckets.
With chefs cooking on the spot also appearing, it was starting to look like a banquet.
“Look carefully so you don’t make any mistakes.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Don’t worry.”
The experienced butler, Allen, bowed his head trustingly.
Agatha, who had previously examined and selected the artwork, walked around the garden and grounds with the First Vice-Captain, Leon Tacran, and her maids.
At first glance, the salon seemed to flow peacefully and elegantly.
If you look closely, you can see that even in the midst of all this, each force was talking and opposing each other.
The new person who caught Agatha's eye was Baroness Rolte.
It was only for a fleeting moment, but she saw her exchanging a secret glance with Countess Admar.
'Come to think of it, Baroness Rolte was a distant relative of Neuta.'
She has been living quietly since marrying Baron Rolte, a neutral family, but Agatha heard she was quite close to Neuta before her marriage.
Agatha smiled brightly, her head tattooed with the name of Baroness Rolte.
As she entered the salon, her entourage, who had been carefully looking around, were smiling strangely and waving their fans.
Shortly after the salon closed.
“Madam, a letter has arrived.”
As if to prove that he was coming back, the frequency of letters became shorter and shorter.
The letter was already tied up in a messenger bag that returned after two days.
'That means we're that close.'
Agatha opened the letter with a fluttering heart.
“...It seems that we will arrive at the gates on the morning of the third day of the first week of the month of the Golden Fields.”
At the end of the ordinary correspondence, there was finally the news she had been waiting for.
If it's the third day of the first week.
‘...It’s tomorrow, right?’
“Allen!”
Agatha relayed the news to the butler who had come running in response to the urgent call.
“Enoch will be back tomorrow morning.”
“The Marquis has finally returned. Congratulations, my lady.”
It was Enoch who went to the end of the land for Agatha. A warm smile appeared on the face of the butler, Allen.
“This is not the time. I should be preparing a banquet. How much meat and wine do we have in the mansion?”
“... !”
The first day's banquet was a feast in which the lord lavished generous gifts on the knights who returned victoriously.
There's plenty of meat, alcohol, and even rewards!
Allen's face became tense as he attended the knights' victory banquet, which was the first in 23 years since the chief butler's death.
“I’ll go check the food warehouse right away!”
Allen quickly called together the other butlers and assistant butlers and disappeared in a hurry.
"Ah...!"
The weak elasticity drew the attention of those around her.
“What is it, Ma’am?”
“Has something happened to my lord?”
The first vice-captain in charge of escort and the maid in charge reacted quickly. Agatha smiled brightly.
“I guess the battle of the land is over. Now all that remains is to return.”
“Wow, congratulations, Ma’am!”
“Congratulations, Ma’am.”
Agatha, who was holding the letter in her hand and not knowing what to do, changed her mind.
She thought about living quietly in seclusion until Enoch returned.
She thought it would be nice to throw a big party to boast about the complete victory of the Territory War and Enoch's return, while also observing the neutral figures.
“Good things should be spread widely.”
“Yes, Ma’am. You are right.”
Another maid, Marie, quickly chimed in. Of course, the reply came first.
“Jesse, I have to write a reply. And I’m going to open a big salon and invite guests.”
“Of course, you should, Madam. I will prepare it right away.”
She should invite Isabelle while she's at it. Agatha smiled and entered the office.
So, the time is just around the corner for the fall social scene.
Aratus' great victory hit the capital like a storm.
It was thought to be the end for Cadden, but it was a large-scale territory war that involved five families of the Nobilis bloodline and the second-in-line succession rights.
All of that was completed in a short period of one month.
Now the nobles were excited about how safe Agatha Nobilis would be and how great the wealth they would acquire from the Aratus family would be.
In the meantime, Agatha's salon opened.
"They say this is the last salon Agatha Nobilis opens before the autumn social gathering!"
In keeping with the season of support, the salon prepared by Agatha was a garden art viewing event with the debut of a new painter.
Among the painters sponsored by Agatha, there was a new artist who stood out.
As this was an exhibition by a new artist, Agatha Nobilis, who was holding his debut exhibition, the attention of nobles with an interest in art was immediately drawn to it.
Of course, the most prominent topic of conversation was the victory of the Aratus family.
“If not now, I won’t be able to speak to the Marchioness Aratus until the autumn social season officially begins.”
“Where did the invitation go? I absolutely have to attend this!”
“I heard that the artwork that Madame Agatha will be exhibiting this time is amazing.”
“I’m curious about how the newlywed mansion is decorated. When decorating a mansion, don’t you think about the Capital Aratus Mansion and the Nobilis Second Mansion?”
At this time, there is more explosive interest than ever.
Finally, the day came for Agatha's salon to open. Everyone who had an invitation had brought at least one companion.
Usually, the accompanying persons were mostly young children who had not yet debuted or relatives who had just come to the capital, but this time, all of the accompanying persons were nobles who had settled in the capital.
Agatha welcomed them with a smile.
It seemed like it had unexpectedly turned into a large-scale salon, but this was also her intention.
Among the companions were neutral families suspected of having turned to Neuta's side, most notably the Countess Admar.
“Welcome, Madame Admar. It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you.”
Countess Admar greeted her cautiously.
“I didn’t expect there to be this many people. I’m worried that my presence might have caused inconvenience to others.”
“That’s not true. Be friendly, Ma’am. I just remembered that I forgot to send you an invitation today and I felt bad about it.”
Of course, Agatha didn't really blink. She was just warning her that the gap between them was wide enough to blink.
Mrs. Admar quickly nodded her head.
“What are you talking about? It’s my fault for not visiting you often. I feel at a loss for what to do with myself when you welcome me so warmly.”
“Madam, please come in. There are many people here, so I’m sure you’ll have a good time.”
The Countess Admar, who had been nodding her head repeatedly, entered the beautifully decorated garden through the main gate.
The close associates who were nearby sent secret glances.
"We'll keep a close eye on it."
Agatha nodded without letting on to the gaze, smiled brightly, and welcomed the next guest.
“Welcome, Mrs. McKellen, Lady McKellen.”
It was a gathering of almost all the nobles of the capital.
Agatha, who welcomed guests and a comparable number of companions, opened the salon as the host.
As she stepped onto the stage, the gazes of the nobles who had been absentmindedly looking around the mansion and the garden gathered around her.
“Hello, everyone. I would like to thank all of you who have come to my salon to mark the last day of the fall social season.”
She called her own salon the final culmination, but no nobleman denied it.
Agatha Nobilis' salon certainly deserved it.
Agatha smiled elegantly and signaled back.
“I am so happy that my husband is on a winning streak and will be back soon. I hope that everyone who came today can enjoy the salon with the same joy as I did.”
Snap!
At the sound of fingers snapping together, the white cloths covering the artworks placed throughout the garden were all lifted up.
“The exhibition will now begin.”
The nobles who had been looking at the garden behind the stage all expressed their admiration.
Among the short green trees.
Dozens of oil paintings that intensely expressed the moment when light enters left an overwhelming impression.
Delicate yet primary coloring.
A colorful sight, like the dazzling sunlight pouring down.
“This is truly amazing!”
The art viewing exhibition began as the nobles entered the garden path one by one.
Meanwhile, dozens of couches were placed in the empty space, along with low wooden tables and wine buckets.
With chefs cooking on the spot also appearing, it was starting to look like a banquet.
“Look carefully so you don’t make any mistakes.”
“Yes, Ma’am. Don’t worry.”
The experienced butler, Allen, bowed his head trustingly.
Agatha, who had previously examined and selected the artwork, walked around the garden and grounds with the First Vice-Captain, Leon Tacran, and her maids.
At first glance, the salon seemed to flow peacefully and elegantly.
If you look closely, you can see that even in the midst of all this, each force was talking and opposing each other.
The new person who caught Agatha's eye was Baroness Rolte.
It was only for a fleeting moment, but she saw her exchanging a secret glance with Countess Admar.
'Come to think of it, Baroness Rolte was a distant relative of Neuta.'
She has been living quietly since marrying Baron Rolte, a neutral family, but Agatha heard she was quite close to Neuta before her marriage.
Agatha smiled brightly, her head tattooed with the name of Baroness Rolte.
As she entered the salon, her entourage, who had been carefully looking around, were smiling strangely and waving their fans.
Shortly after the salon closed.
“Madam, a letter has arrived.”
As if to prove that he was coming back, the frequency of letters became shorter and shorter.
The letter was already tied up in a messenger bag that returned after two days.
'That means we're that close.'
Agatha opened the letter with a fluttering heart.
“...It seems that we will arrive at the gates on the morning of the third day of the first week of the month of the Golden Fields.”
At the end of the ordinary correspondence, there was finally the news she had been waiting for.
If it's the third day of the first week.
‘...It’s tomorrow, right?’
“Allen!”
Agatha relayed the news to the butler who had come running in response to the urgent call.
“Enoch will be back tomorrow morning.”
“The Marquis has finally returned. Congratulations, my lady.”
It was Enoch who went to the end of the land for Agatha. A warm smile appeared on the face of the butler, Allen.
“This is not the time. I should be preparing a banquet. How much meat and wine do we have in the mansion?”
“... !”
The first day's banquet was a feast in which the lord lavished generous gifts on the knights who returned victoriously.
There's plenty of meat, alcohol, and even rewards!
Allen's face became tense as he attended the knights' victory banquet, which was the first in 23 years since the chief butler's death.
“I’ll go check the food warehouse right away!”
Allen quickly called together the other butlers and assistant butlers and disappeared in a hurry.
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