'I don't know if it's a grand lady or a young lady, but an old lady is not an easy person to deal with.'
It's easy to imagine what they'll do at the dessert party held during the hunting season.
If this was a trap, Agatha had a guess.
They'll mix Laren in everywhere.
Laren was a rare ingredient used when one wanted to impart a desired color rather than remove its scent.
Before her divorce, when she was the Duchess of Neuta.
Agatha once had a huge meltdown after eating a cookie with Laren in it. Her face turned red as soon as she ate it.
It didn't tickle or hurt, but the color just changed.
Since it was an ingredient that was not used often, she had no idea that such a side effect would occur. Of course, it was not dangerous because it would return to normal in three days without any special treatment.
It's not life-threatening, but it's a reaction that's just right for humiliation.
Of course, this was a fact that even Madame Neuta, the grand dame, and Young Lady knew.
'But something is bothering me.'
Suddenly, Agatha, who had been looking at the place where the throne was, opened her eyes wide.
Among the many noble ladies and young ladies near Fernand, who were very beautiful in appearance, Lady Neuta was staying.
A slightly flushed face.
It seemed that she liked the handsome Prince who had a smile that she couldn't hide, but it was a little strange.
There is no way that the old lady Neuta, who values honor and dignity so much, would allow her granddaughter to approach a famous debaucher on the continent.
“...”
“Lady Agatha, that’s good. Now that you know what they’re doing, you’ll be able to deal with it.”
Agatha nodded her head discreetly, nodding slightly to Lady Iris's whisper.
It was a very small movement though.
Madame Iris, who noticed the strangeness, whispered softly in Agatha's ear.
“Is there anything strange?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that something is too easy. Hey, do you see that?”
Agatha secretly pointed to Fernand with her fan. Madame Iris’s eyes shook greatly as she discovered Lady Neuta there.
“...Oh my God.”
It disappeared for a moment, but it was definitely something suspicious.
“I guess I’ll have to find out.”
“Please, Madam Iris.”
“Please leave it to me.”
Agatha opened her fan to hide her expression and quietly looked down.
Maybe it's a diversionary operation.
The first autumn imperial ball since then went off without a hitch.
About halfway through, Agatha was leaving Fairias Hall with Enoch.
It was rumored that the Emperor, who had been tenaciously holding Ferdinand back until then, was relieved.
In addition, while the nobles were staring at the Marquis Aratus couple.
Adan Mainyu, the grandson of the Mainukor Empire, who was sitting on one side of the imperial staircase, was also watching them.
'That woman is Agatha Nobilis.'
Before Agatha divorced Fernand.
Adan was only six years old when he first met her, so he only vaguely remembered her.
A noble lady whom even the Emperors of the continent cannot treat with contempt.
The heiress of the Nobilis Duke family possesses everything: bloodline, status, wealth, power, and military force.
Now that he had confirmed her face, all that was left was to figure out a way to meet her secretly.
“Didn’t you say the hunting festival is coming up soon?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The attendant bowed his head politely.
That will be his only chance.
Adan clenched his fists in hope.
After wrapping up the first autumn royal ball and returning to the mansion with Enoch, Agatha called her maid over late at night.
Now that they know the first method and means, there is only one thing left.
She has to return it in full.
“Marie, I think Neuta is planning to feed me Laren.”
Marie's eyes opened wide in surprise.
“How dare you do such a thing to my lady?”
“Yeah. So I’m going to try to respond in a reasonably decent way.”
Adverse reactions can sometimes be used as a means of assassination or attack.
There was something prepared for this kind of trickery.
“Do you remember that spice from back then?”
It was an incredibly spicy spice that she discovered a long time ago while looking for new ingredients to distribute at the top.
You can enjoy a unique taste by adding just half a teaspoon.
It was a white spice that, if you put in more than that, you might end up crying for about an hour with tears and snot flowing out of your eyes, in proportion to the amount you put in.
This was extremely difficult information for the Neuta family, who only lived in the capital, to know.
Marie's eyes sparkled.
“Remember, Madam. Shall I prepare it for use at the Autumn Hunt?”
“Yes, do that.”
The small, pure white granules looked very similar to sugar at first glance.
Marie planned to mix the powder with sugar to make it difficult to distinguish between the two.
“One teaspoon will be enough.”
The Duchess of Neuta had a habit of adding sugar to whatever tea she drank.
“I think that will suffice. Thank you, Marie.”
Agatha, leaning back on the sofa in her room, was troubled. There was still work to be done.
“What happened, Agatha?”
Soon, a soft voice was heard, and slightly damp hair tickled the back of her neck. The man who had been away for a moment to take a shower had returned.
Agatha smiled and shook her head.
“I had a quick discussion with Marie about having a dessert party during the hunting festival. I was thinking about leaving it up to Her Highness the Crown Princess to host the party.”
“Good idea. You need to get some rest.”
“Well, I guess they’re just trying to make things bigger by involving the Crown Princess.”
The man who had been gently stroking the back of her neck slowly raised his head.
Before she knew it, a man had come forward, leaning on the back of the sofa, and was looking down at her as if he was trapping her.
“Neuta?”
“That’s correct. I’m planning on finishing it during this hunting season. Could you help me out?”
A soft warmth spread across the man's slightly stiff face.
“Anything I can do.”
“Then please help His Highness the Crown Prince attend the dessert party.”
“That is not a difficult request. It will be done as you wish.”
Agatha smiled and wrapped her arms around Enoch's neck, pulling him closer. A handkerchief she had embroidered herself seemed like a nice way to repay him.
Autumn when the maple leaves are in full bloom.
After the first autumn imperial ball, the autumn hunting festival hosted by the imperial family began.
This year's fall hunting festival was made special by the attendance of the Second Prince of the Mainukor Empire, and a dessert party for the ladies was also planned.
The host of the dessert party was Crown Princess Elisabeth Roxiba.
It was arranged by Agatha, who sent a letter immediately the day after the palace ball.
"Dear Your Highness.
How about throwing a dessert party for this year's hunting festival?
Each family will prepare dessert, so if Your Highness prepares tea, it will become an event hosted by Your Highness.
By the way, His Highness the Crown Prince may attend. Wouldn’t His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress be pleased to see the two of you together?”
It was a pretty tempting offer to return all the credit.
The reply came back immediately.
"Dear Madame Agatha,
I am always touched by the warm heart of Madam who always does things for me.
I am also delighted by the rare and precious spices that accompany the tea and dessert you sent me. If it is okay with you, Madam, I will serve this spice and other sweeteners and spices to the party instead of preparing the tea in a clean form."
With the arrival of the Crown Princess, all the nobles except those going hunting participated in the dessert party.
“You might be a little confused.”
Agatha smiled and put down the satisfied reply she had received from Crown Princess Elizabeth.
The expressions on the faces of the Neuta women, who must have been bewildered by the board that was bigger than they had expected, were clearly visible.
The day after the hunting festival.
Knock knock.
After a cautious knock, the maid, Jessie, entered the bedroom.
A man with a perfect body without an ounce of fat was slowly rising from the bed behind the dark curtain.
“What’s going on?”
“Excuse me, Marquis. The madam asked me to wake you up at this hour.”
“At this dawn?”
A low voice of conversation woke Agatha from her dream. Blinking her sleepy eyes, Agatha snuggled into Enoch’s arms.
“What time is it?”
“It’s still dawn.”
“It’s time to get up. The chef will be waiting...”
“Is it because of the dessert party?”
"Yes."
As they were talking, she woke up a little. When Agatha barely managed to raise her upper body, Jessie, who had been quietly waiting at the bedside, put a robe on her.
“I’ll go first. You get some more sleep.”
“...”
Agatha left the bedroom first, leaving the man staring up at her.
Agatha woke up before the sun rose and headed to the kitchen.
The number of desserts to be served at today's dessert party was enormous.
The problem was that the taste and flavor could vary depending on the ingredients that day, so she had to check in advance.
“I told you that you have to be diligent to be able to cut it...”
“Cheer up, Madam. If you just get through today, everything will be okay.”
“I guess so?”
Behind Agatha, who was walking while talking to Jessie, were the First Vice-Captain, Leon Takran, and the knights.
It's easy to imagine what they'll do at the dessert party held during the hunting season.
If this was a trap, Agatha had a guess.
They'll mix Laren in everywhere.
Laren was a rare ingredient used when one wanted to impart a desired color rather than remove its scent.
Before her divorce, when she was the Duchess of Neuta.
Agatha once had a huge meltdown after eating a cookie with Laren in it. Her face turned red as soon as she ate it.
It didn't tickle or hurt, but the color just changed.
Since it was an ingredient that was not used often, she had no idea that such a side effect would occur. Of course, it was not dangerous because it would return to normal in three days without any special treatment.
It's not life-threatening, but it's a reaction that's just right for humiliation.
Of course, this was a fact that even Madame Neuta, the grand dame, and Young Lady knew.
'But something is bothering me.'
Suddenly, Agatha, who had been looking at the place where the throne was, opened her eyes wide.
Among the many noble ladies and young ladies near Fernand, who were very beautiful in appearance, Lady Neuta was staying.
A slightly flushed face.
It seemed that she liked the handsome Prince who had a smile that she couldn't hide, but it was a little strange.
There is no way that the old lady Neuta, who values honor and dignity so much, would allow her granddaughter to approach a famous debaucher on the continent.
“...”
“Lady Agatha, that’s good. Now that you know what they’re doing, you’ll be able to deal with it.”
Agatha nodded her head discreetly, nodding slightly to Lady Iris's whisper.
It was a very small movement though.
Madame Iris, who noticed the strangeness, whispered softly in Agatha's ear.
“Is there anything strange?”
“I can’t shake the feeling that something is too easy. Hey, do you see that?”
Agatha secretly pointed to Fernand with her fan. Madame Iris’s eyes shook greatly as she discovered Lady Neuta there.
“...Oh my God.”
It disappeared for a moment, but it was definitely something suspicious.
“I guess I’ll have to find out.”
“Please, Madam Iris.”
“Please leave it to me.”
Agatha opened her fan to hide her expression and quietly looked down.
Maybe it's a diversionary operation.
The first autumn imperial ball since then went off without a hitch.
About halfway through, Agatha was leaving Fairias Hall with Enoch.
It was rumored that the Emperor, who had been tenaciously holding Ferdinand back until then, was relieved.
In addition, while the nobles were staring at the Marquis Aratus couple.
Adan Mainyu, the grandson of the Mainukor Empire, who was sitting on one side of the imperial staircase, was also watching them.
'That woman is Agatha Nobilis.'
Before Agatha divorced Fernand.
Adan was only six years old when he first met her, so he only vaguely remembered her.
A noble lady whom even the Emperors of the continent cannot treat with contempt.
The heiress of the Nobilis Duke family possesses everything: bloodline, status, wealth, power, and military force.
Now that he had confirmed her face, all that was left was to figure out a way to meet her secretly.
“Didn’t you say the hunting festival is coming up soon?”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
The attendant bowed his head politely.
That will be his only chance.
Adan clenched his fists in hope.
***
After wrapping up the first autumn royal ball and returning to the mansion with Enoch, Agatha called her maid over late at night.
Now that they know the first method and means, there is only one thing left.
She has to return it in full.
“Marie, I think Neuta is planning to feed me Laren.”
Marie's eyes opened wide in surprise.
“How dare you do such a thing to my lady?”
“Yeah. So I’m going to try to respond in a reasonably decent way.”
Adverse reactions can sometimes be used as a means of assassination or attack.
There was something prepared for this kind of trickery.
“Do you remember that spice from back then?”
It was an incredibly spicy spice that she discovered a long time ago while looking for new ingredients to distribute at the top.
You can enjoy a unique taste by adding just half a teaspoon.
It was a white spice that, if you put in more than that, you might end up crying for about an hour with tears and snot flowing out of your eyes, in proportion to the amount you put in.
This was extremely difficult information for the Neuta family, who only lived in the capital, to know.
Marie's eyes sparkled.
“Remember, Madam. Shall I prepare it for use at the Autumn Hunt?”
“Yes, do that.”
The small, pure white granules looked very similar to sugar at first glance.
Marie planned to mix the powder with sugar to make it difficult to distinguish between the two.
“One teaspoon will be enough.”
The Duchess of Neuta had a habit of adding sugar to whatever tea she drank.
“I think that will suffice. Thank you, Marie.”
Agatha, leaning back on the sofa in her room, was troubled. There was still work to be done.
“What happened, Agatha?”
Soon, a soft voice was heard, and slightly damp hair tickled the back of her neck. The man who had been away for a moment to take a shower had returned.
Agatha smiled and shook her head.
“I had a quick discussion with Marie about having a dessert party during the hunting festival. I was thinking about leaving it up to Her Highness the Crown Princess to host the party.”
“Good idea. You need to get some rest.”
“Well, I guess they’re just trying to make things bigger by involving the Crown Princess.”
The man who had been gently stroking the back of her neck slowly raised his head.
Before she knew it, a man had come forward, leaning on the back of the sofa, and was looking down at her as if he was trapping her.
“Neuta?”
“That’s correct. I’m planning on finishing it during this hunting season. Could you help me out?”
A soft warmth spread across the man's slightly stiff face.
“Anything I can do.”
“Then please help His Highness the Crown Prince attend the dessert party.”
“That is not a difficult request. It will be done as you wish.”
Agatha smiled and wrapped her arms around Enoch's neck, pulling him closer. A handkerchief she had embroidered herself seemed like a nice way to repay him.
***
Autumn when the maple leaves are in full bloom.
After the first autumn imperial ball, the autumn hunting festival hosted by the imperial family began.
This year's fall hunting festival was made special by the attendance of the Second Prince of the Mainukor Empire, and a dessert party for the ladies was also planned.
The host of the dessert party was Crown Princess Elisabeth Roxiba.
It was arranged by Agatha, who sent a letter immediately the day after the palace ball.
"Dear Your Highness.
How about throwing a dessert party for this year's hunting festival?
Each family will prepare dessert, so if Your Highness prepares tea, it will become an event hosted by Your Highness.
By the way, His Highness the Crown Prince may attend. Wouldn’t His Majesty the Emperor and the Empress be pleased to see the two of you together?”
It was a pretty tempting offer to return all the credit.
The reply came back immediately.
"Dear Madame Agatha,
I am always touched by the warm heart of Madam who always does things for me.
I am also delighted by the rare and precious spices that accompany the tea and dessert you sent me. If it is okay with you, Madam, I will serve this spice and other sweeteners and spices to the party instead of preparing the tea in a clean form."
With the arrival of the Crown Princess, all the nobles except those going hunting participated in the dessert party.
“You might be a little confused.”
Agatha smiled and put down the satisfied reply she had received from Crown Princess Elizabeth.
The expressions on the faces of the Neuta women, who must have been bewildered by the board that was bigger than they had expected, were clearly visible.
The day after the hunting festival.
Knock knock.
After a cautious knock, the maid, Jessie, entered the bedroom.
A man with a perfect body without an ounce of fat was slowly rising from the bed behind the dark curtain.
“What’s going on?”
“Excuse me, Marquis. The madam asked me to wake you up at this hour.”
“At this dawn?”
A low voice of conversation woke Agatha from her dream. Blinking her sleepy eyes, Agatha snuggled into Enoch’s arms.
“What time is it?”
“It’s still dawn.”
“It’s time to get up. The chef will be waiting...”
“Is it because of the dessert party?”
"Yes."
As they were talking, she woke up a little. When Agatha barely managed to raise her upper body, Jessie, who had been quietly waiting at the bedside, put a robe on her.
“I’ll go first. You get some more sleep.”
“...”
Agatha left the bedroom first, leaving the man staring up at her.
Agatha woke up before the sun rose and headed to the kitchen.
The number of desserts to be served at today's dessert party was enormous.
The problem was that the taste and flavor could vary depending on the ingredients that day, so she had to check in advance.
“I told you that you have to be diligent to be able to cut it...”
“Cheer up, Madam. If you just get through today, everything will be okay.”
“I guess so?”
Behind Agatha, who was walking while talking to Jessie, were the First Vice-Captain, Leon Takran, and the knights.
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