7MIP - Chapter 106



Is it already that time?

Perhaps because of the imperial decree, the greedy Viscount Cresente seemed to have reacted quickly.

“This is good news. Thanks to Your Majesty’s consideration, I feel I can go down to my territory with peace of mind.”

“Of course. By the way, did I tell you? The current Viscount Cresente has decided to step down at the end of this year. His successor will inherit the title.”

“Is this what Your Majesty ordered?”

“Of course. We can’t just leave the head of the family that hid the exiled criminal alone, right?”

Agatha smiled with satisfaction, exclaiming slightly.

Even without that, the current Viscount Cresente seemed like a difficult person to deal with.

She had expected this to happen, but it seemed that the Emperor was more displeased with the Cresente family than she had thought.

“For the time being, the Cressente family will be busy with internal affairs.”

“Yes. Don’t think about anything and just rest comfortably in your estate. When I look back at the time when the Empress had Anthony, I think the best thing to do was to relax. Yes?”

“...”

I feel like he's been urging me more lately. Am I imagining this?

The blue eyes radiated a subtle, oppressive aura.

Agatha looked down.

“I will do my best, Your Majesty.”

“Yes. I am looking forward to it. Oh, and I should give you a present too.”

Gift?

Agatha relaxed her eyes so as not to show any signs of weakness. Her face brightened as she soon confirmed what the Emperor's chamberlain had brought.

“If you want to go back down south, the road should be easy. I have prepared a pass that will allow you to pass through the Imperial Territory.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty.”

The surrender document was received without any surrender negotiations, and in addition to the gold mine and compensation, it even included a pass.

As she left the lunchroom smiling, her maid, Jessie, followed her, carrying three scrolls.

Agatha instructed Marie.

“Marie. Tell the First Assistant to find out about the gold mine I received today. In great detail.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Enoch will be glad to hear the news.

Agatha left the Emperor's palace, escorted by Hubert.

When she returned to her new home, the head butler, Allen, was waiting for her in front of the main house.

“Are you here, Ma’am?”

“Yeah, the Marquis?”

“After confirming that the lady had arrived, he went out again. I believe he is working on his afternoon schedule.”

“What about lunch?”

“It seemed like he ate lightly...”

“Hmm.”

Agatha, speaking at length, got out of the carriage, escorted by Hubert.

It's something she thinks about sometimes.

First, Agatha, who was heading to the bathroom, looked back at Jessie.

“Jesse. Don’t you think he overdoes it sometimes?”

"Yes?"

When they had a meal or gathering at the mansion, they tended to enjoy a grand banquet like nobles.

Otherwise, she often saw them simply filling up on sandwiches or bread.

As soon as Jessie arrived at the mansion, she instinctively looked for Marie, who was with her first aide. "Marie, come quickly," Jessie muttered quietly to herself, then spoke carefully.

“I don’t think you do that very often.”

“It always seemed like that when I wasn’t there.”

“Is that so?”

Agatha was walking up the stairs, thinking deeply.

Among the knights following behind, Hubert chose his words carefully. He had a bad feeling about it.

“I, Madam. My lord only does this very occasionally when he is busy. In fact, for a man in his prime, it wouldn’t be a big deal if he skipped a few meals. But the fact that he ate even a simple meal is proof that he is doing well-”

Agatha realized something new.

'Enoch has only knights by his side.'

Even Enoch, a high-ranking nobleman who had spent half his life on the battlefield, would have had a knight-like disposition.

"Marie."

“Yes, ma’am.”

Marie, who had just come back from reporting the gold mine to her first aide, immediately nodded.

“Tell the two chefs to prepare something nice for him tonight.”

“Yes. I will be right back.”

If anyone had to look after him, it was Agatha's job.

“Me, ma’am?”

Despite Hubert's anxious voice, Agatha tightened her grip on the fan.

“Let’s go to the bathroom. I’ll wash up and then go down to the kitchen myself.”

Agatha's back was very firm as she turned around. Hubert felt aggrieved at the gazes of his subordinates pouring in from around him.

“Then what do I say there?”

“We didn’t say anything.”

"Shit."

Would things have been different if Leon had been here?

Of course, the madam is a very good hostess.

When he looked closely, he felt like his head was strangely aching sometimes.

Agatha looked back, noticing that the sound of pursuit had disappeared.

“Sir Hubert? What are you doing there?”

“It’s nothing, ma’am. I’ll go now!”

Hubert hurried after Madame, thinking of his evil friend, First Vice-Captain Leon Takran, who must have almost reached the capital by now.

Enoch Aratus returned about three hours later.

Dagdak, dagdak-

He opened his mouth as he rode his horse towards his new home.

“Madam.”

“She's home. I believe she's at the mansion.”

The aide who was following behind, John, answered immediately. The front door of the newlywed's house was just in sight.

The man who entered the mansion grounds while receiving the knights' salute with an indifferent face soon had a satisfied smile on his lips.

Wearing a long shawl made from the game he had caught.

Agatha was there to greet him in front of the main mansion.

"Enoch."

“It’s cold out here, so why don’t you come inside?”

“I just got out. Come quickly. I’ve been waiting for you.”

The slender fingers that had been closing the shawl were placed on his arm.

From shoulder to wrist.

The man tilted his head as he saw the white hand moving.

“Agatha?”

Agatha, who had been hesitating, smiled brightly.

“Come in. I’ve prepared a bath and dinner for you.”

The man quietly followed her hand, staring at his knights who were following him.

The knights of Aratus, including Second Vice-Captain Hubert Carwen, averted their gaze.

'There's something.'

Then, instead of coming and giving advice, Hubert just looked up at the sky and made excuses.

Leon Takran is definitely better at this kind of thing.

The first vice-captain was now returning after finishing cleaning up at the Nobilis estate after being released from his military service.

Enoch, who had been blinking slowly, lowered his gaze at the tapping gesture.

“We’ve arrived. Wash up and come to the banquet room, Enoch.”

"All right."

As his wife walked away with a pretty smile, Hubert and the escort knights also walked away without noticing.

Enoch entered the bathroom and gave orders to his assistant, John, who was standing nearby.

“Call the butler.”

"Yes."

The man who had just finished washing opened the curtain of the steamy bathroom and went into the inner room. The hot air was seeping out through the long robe he was wearing.

“Your Excellency.”

“You came.”

Allen, the butler who had been waiting in the inner room, bowed his head politely.

“My wife is acting a little strange today.”

"That is..."

Allen hesitated for a moment, then continued speaking with a determined look on his face.

“The Marchioness must have noticed that you had a simple meal and thought you were overdoing it. She gave instructions to prepare a grand banquet.”

“I see.”

Enoch slowly rubbed the area of ​​his arm where his wife's hand had touched for a moment.

“Yes. I’ll be down soon.”

"All right."

The servants who came in as if taking turns with the butler took care of the clothes.

The man who was slowly entering the banquet room wearing a shirt, trousers, and a bearskin cloak over them stopped for a moment.

Today, unlike usual, her wife was sitting at a long square table in the center of the restaurant.

"You came?"

Enoch approached her silently and kissed her cheek.

“Why are you here instead of sitting on the terrace?”

“I prepared a lot of main dishes today. I heard you had a light lunch?”

“It was a nutritiously prepared sandwich.”

Agatha smiled silently.

“....”

The man, who had been staring at the end of a long table that could seat a dozen or so people, obediently moved to the opposite side.

Ring ring-

The servants, hearing the bell that Agatha had shaken, appeared, dragging a tray.

The first course was an aperitif, white bread, various sauces, and broccoli soup.

“His Majesty came looking for you today.”

“Yes. He gave me the surrender document and compensation money sent by the Cresente family. He also gave me a pass to the Imperial Territory that I can use to go down to my territory this winter.”

“That’s good news. It’ll make your trip a lot easier.”

Agatha smiled as she talked about the change in the head of the Cresente family and the work she had done today.

The man, who occasionally reacted to her voice, expression, and actions, had a strange expression on his face as the hors d'oeuvres and main courses continued.

Eel, various nuts, pomegranates, tomatoes, bananas, berries, oysters, and wine served with each dish.

Even if there were more varieties than usual, the direction of the food was pointing in one direction.

He smiled and lifted his wine glass. Agatha, sensing something strange, tilted her head.

"Enoch?"

“I think cooking today is meaningful.”

His wife, who had been scanning the table, tilted her head to the other side.

“I don’t see anything particularly strange. I ordered them to prepare everything good for you. I personally heard what dishes the kitchen would prepare and what their health benefits were.”

The man holding the glass' fingers stopped moving for a moment.


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