Wow, this is crazy. Are there any rumors like that going around?
I muttered to myself. Seeing this, Layla ordered her maid to bring her some wine.
“I don’t think this is something we should discuss without drinking.”
“But it’s daytime...”
“You came with Sir Erne anyway. If you get drunk, Sir Erne will take you away. What are you worried about?”
Layla pushed a large glass filled with ice towards me. We toasted with a slight lift of our glasses. The alcohol clung to our lips.
“It is true that the Baron proposed to me.”
“He really proposed to you? You already knew each other?”
“No, we first met a few days ago.”
“What did he say when he proposed?”
“You said you would pay off all my debt. All of 200 million gold.”
Layla burst into laughter and lifted her glass. I, feeling frustrated, emptied the rest of my drink.
“You rejected the proposal?”
“I haven’t been able to refuse yet, but I plan to.”
“No, why couldn’t you refuse? Were you swayed by the promise to pay off your debt?”
I shook my head violently.
“No, when he said he would pay off my debt, I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything.”
In fact, it was my first time receiving a proposal, so I wasn't able to respond properly.
“I think, Miss Harrington, the source of this rumor is Baron Morbius. He is trying to push it this way so that Miss Harrington will reluctantly accept the proposal.”
It's a common tactic of cowards, added Layla.
“Immature women often fall for this trick. Well, I didn’t think Miss Harrington would fall for it, but I still had a chance. Miss Harrington is in debt, and Baron Morbius is rich.”
“I guess the rich are rich?”
“Yes, he is a well-known rich man in the South. But he has a reputation as a lecher.”
That's why Mrs. Everdeen warned me to be careful and careful again.
“Well, even putting everything else aside, there’s just too much of an age gap between Baron Morbius and Miss Harrington.”
“The age difference isn’t that big, right? Five or six years at most?”
“What are you talking about, Miss Harrington? Baron Morbius will be fifty next year.”
"...Yes?"
Meanwhile, in the garden of Baron Briggs.
Erne, who followed Judith, did not go into the reception room but waited outside. Zark, who was at the Baron's residence today, was talking to Erne.
“Fifty? Is he fifty?”
The topic of their conversation was also the dirty rumors spread by Baron Morbius.
“He doesn’t look like he's fifty.”
“Haha, I was surprised when I saw it too. No matter how I look at it, he's thirty-one or thirty-two.”
The Baron was already famous for looking younger than his age, but he surprised everyone by appearing at this royal banquet with an even younger face than before.
“There are also rumors that he uses a magic spell to maintain his youth. He only hires servants who are under the age of twenty, and after a few years, the servants look as old as the Baron himself.”
Because the Baron looked so young, such rumors even started to spread.
“Well, I think the Baron just likes younger women.”
“At that age, you should be thinking about dating a woman of a similar age, don’t you dare.”
You're turning 50 in a day or two, and you're proposing to Judith? To a woman who's like your niece? Erne frowned.
“Isn’t it for nothing that he’s called a lecher?”
“It’s so cool.”
“I heard it through the grapevine, but I heard the Baron has been into women with brown hair lately.”
Erne and Zark both thought of Judith's hair, as dark as the night sky. Erne let out a nervous sigh.
Although it made him angry that such a man had approached Judith, he was also glad that he now had an excuse to keep the Baron away from Judith.
Judith came out of the drawing room after meeting with Layla, slightly staggering, while he was confused by his divided emotions.
“...Didn’t you say you were going to drink tea?”
As soon as Erne stood face to face with Judith, the smell of alcohol hit him.
“You're been drunk since daytime, and you're a total drunkard.”
“That’s not something I want to hear from Erne. And I had no choice but to drink.”
Erne asked a drunken Judith as he walked towards the Gold.
“The man who said he would pay you back 200 million gold is 50 years old. Are you upset?”
“It’s disappointing, it’s unpleasant.”
Judith furrowed her eyebrows.
“Ah, I should have just rejected him outright that day, but I was so flustered that I couldn’t say anything. That’s my regret, regret.”
Judith muttered as she climbed onto Gold with Erne's help.
“Were you trying to refuse that day?”
"Of course."
“Why, doesn’t our Miss Harrington have any dreams of remarriage?”
“But I can’t remarry a man I haven’t even seen a few times.”
Yes, that's right. You're in your right mind when it comes to money. Erne's lips curled up in satisfaction at this answer.
“But did Erne really think I would just accept his offer to pay off my debt?”
The nuance of the words is a bit like that? Judith opened her eyes wide and glanced at Erne.
Erne, who had already climbed up behind Judith, grabbed her by the crown of her head and turned her around to face forward.
“Look straight ahead, drunken Miss Harrington. Don’t tell me you’re getting motion sickness later.”
“What, that’s what I thought.”
Judith pouted her lips as she looked ahead.
“Erne, you think I’m crazy about money.”
"No?"
“...That’s not true.”
Judith had a flexible conscience but was also honest in such matters.
“Anyway, I know that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you rush into marriage thinking that someone will pay off your debts, you might end up living a life worse than that of a slave.”
You could have a tough time with your in-laws, or you could be held captive by your husband for the rest of your life.
“I would rather adopt Mr. Smith than marry a man I don’t know well because of debt. After all, Mr. Smith is someone I know.”
“...No matter what, I don’t think that’s right.”
Still, it seems like she won’t get married to some weird guy, so that’s a relief. Erne pulled Judith’s waist tightly, which was swaying left and right in time with Gold’s movements, and lowered the corners of his lips.
Judith drank the wine, but why do I feel the shaking under my feet? Maybe he's intoxicated by the smell of alcohol coming from Judith.
That night, as always, as soon as Judith fell asleep, she put her hand under Erne's nightgown.
“You have really bad hand habits.”
Judith's fingers ran over his firm abs. The bumps were fun to scratch. Erne tried to pull her hand away but stopped.
“Yeah, I feel like it today. Touch it, touch it as much as you want.”
Erne let Judith enjoy herself to the fullest, although the tickling sensation kept him awake.
“This is an amulet that wards off evil spells.”
From the Golden Lock incident to the contagion of the curse, the godmother created an amulet for Judith, who was prone to witchcraft.
An amulet was an object used as a talisman in this world. The one that Judith's godmother made for her was a necklace with a round, teardrop-shaped, sliver-shaped gem.
“It’s called selenite. If any spell tries to affect Miss Harrington, it will stop it once.”
It was an amulet that was not easily available on the market. After praying and refining for several days with Tan, the godmother was finally able to create one.
“Make sure to do this regularly.”
"Thank you."
Judith took the necklace and put it around her neck.
“Isn’t there an amulet that can stop weird guys?”
“There is no such thing.”
“Oh, is that because of that man? The fifty-year-old man who proposed to Miss Harrington?”
Tan interrupted the conversation between Erne and thr godmother. Judith looked at Tan, who looked ten years older than the Baron, with pity in her eyes.
“What, I just felt so pitiful.”
As expected of a psychic who was not good at studying but had spiritual powers, Tan was incredibly aware of what Judith was cursing.
“Anyway, I have a feeling that that guy will come back today. So be careful, Miss Harrington.”
It was as if the prophet had foretold, and the Baron came to see Judith.
“Have you thought about my proposal, Miss Harrington?”
To hear Judith's answer.
Who said you can't live young?
The person who said that probably didn't have enough money to buy youth, or didn't have enough information. Lionel had both.
“Keep the blooming youth by your side.”
The medium who was said to be secretly working in the South was truly brave. After receiving the absorption drink from the medium, Lionel became one or two years younger.
Of course, his servants, who were like seventeen or eighteen flower buds, withered just as much.
At first, it was a spell he started to receive because he was concerned about the wrinkles around his eyes and the few gray hairs on his head, but at some point, Lionel became obsessed with youth.
It was nicer to hear that he looked younger than his age than any compliment. However, no matter how regularly hr drank the liquor of absorption, he could not completely overcome the passage of time.
Although he looked five or six years younger than most of his peers, Lionel was not satisfied. He wanted to look much younger. If possible, he wanted to look like he was in his twenties.
“There is a way to become younger, but it is beyond my ability. Instead, I will introduce you to that person.”
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I muttered to myself. Seeing this, Layla ordered her maid to bring her some wine.
“I don’t think this is something we should discuss without drinking.”
“But it’s daytime...”
“You came with Sir Erne anyway. If you get drunk, Sir Erne will take you away. What are you worried about?”
Layla pushed a large glass filled with ice towards me. We toasted with a slight lift of our glasses. The alcohol clung to our lips.
“It is true that the Baron proposed to me.”
“He really proposed to you? You already knew each other?”
“No, we first met a few days ago.”
“What did he say when he proposed?”
“You said you would pay off all my debt. All of 200 million gold.”
Layla burst into laughter and lifted her glass. I, feeling frustrated, emptied the rest of my drink.
“You rejected the proposal?”
“I haven’t been able to refuse yet, but I plan to.”
“No, why couldn’t you refuse? Were you swayed by the promise to pay off your debt?”
I shook my head violently.
“No, when he said he would pay off my debt, I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything.”
In fact, it was my first time receiving a proposal, so I wasn't able to respond properly.
“I think, Miss Harrington, the source of this rumor is Baron Morbius. He is trying to push it this way so that Miss Harrington will reluctantly accept the proposal.”
It's a common tactic of cowards, added Layla.
“Immature women often fall for this trick. Well, I didn’t think Miss Harrington would fall for it, but I still had a chance. Miss Harrington is in debt, and Baron Morbius is rich.”
“I guess the rich are rich?”
“Yes, he is a well-known rich man in the South. But he has a reputation as a lecher.”
That's why Mrs. Everdeen warned me to be careful and careful again.
“Well, even putting everything else aside, there’s just too much of an age gap between Baron Morbius and Miss Harrington.”
“The age difference isn’t that big, right? Five or six years at most?”
“What are you talking about, Miss Harrington? Baron Morbius will be fifty next year.”
"...Yes?"
***
Meanwhile, in the garden of Baron Briggs.
Erne, who followed Judith, did not go into the reception room but waited outside. Zark, who was at the Baron's residence today, was talking to Erne.
“Fifty? Is he fifty?”
The topic of their conversation was also the dirty rumors spread by Baron Morbius.
“He doesn’t look like he's fifty.”
“Haha, I was surprised when I saw it too. No matter how I look at it, he's thirty-one or thirty-two.”
The Baron was already famous for looking younger than his age, but he surprised everyone by appearing at this royal banquet with an even younger face than before.
“There are also rumors that he uses a magic spell to maintain his youth. He only hires servants who are under the age of twenty, and after a few years, the servants look as old as the Baron himself.”
Because the Baron looked so young, such rumors even started to spread.
“Well, I think the Baron just likes younger women.”
“At that age, you should be thinking about dating a woman of a similar age, don’t you dare.”
You're turning 50 in a day or two, and you're proposing to Judith? To a woman who's like your niece? Erne frowned.
“Isn’t it for nothing that he’s called a lecher?”
“It’s so cool.”
“I heard it through the grapevine, but I heard the Baron has been into women with brown hair lately.”
Erne and Zark both thought of Judith's hair, as dark as the night sky. Erne let out a nervous sigh.
Although it made him angry that such a man had approached Judith, he was also glad that he now had an excuse to keep the Baron away from Judith.
Judith came out of the drawing room after meeting with Layla, slightly staggering, while he was confused by his divided emotions.
“...Didn’t you say you were going to drink tea?”
As soon as Erne stood face to face with Judith, the smell of alcohol hit him.
“You're been drunk since daytime, and you're a total drunkard.”
“That’s not something I want to hear from Erne. And I had no choice but to drink.”
Erne asked a drunken Judith as he walked towards the Gold.
“The man who said he would pay you back 200 million gold is 50 years old. Are you upset?”
“It’s disappointing, it’s unpleasant.”
Judith furrowed her eyebrows.
“Ah, I should have just rejected him outright that day, but I was so flustered that I couldn’t say anything. That’s my regret, regret.”
Judith muttered as she climbed onto Gold with Erne's help.
“Were you trying to refuse that day?”
"Of course."
“Why, doesn’t our Miss Harrington have any dreams of remarriage?”
“But I can’t remarry a man I haven’t even seen a few times.”
Yes, that's right. You're in your right mind when it comes to money. Erne's lips curled up in satisfaction at this answer.
“But did Erne really think I would just accept his offer to pay off my debt?”
The nuance of the words is a bit like that? Judith opened her eyes wide and glanced at Erne.
Erne, who had already climbed up behind Judith, grabbed her by the crown of her head and turned her around to face forward.
“Look straight ahead, drunken Miss Harrington. Don’t tell me you’re getting motion sickness later.”
“What, that’s what I thought.”
Judith pouted her lips as she looked ahead.
“Erne, you think I’m crazy about money.”
"No?"
“...That’s not true.”
Judith had a flexible conscience but was also honest in such matters.
“Anyway, I know that there is no such thing as a free lunch in this world. If you rush into marriage thinking that someone will pay off your debts, you might end up living a life worse than that of a slave.”
You could have a tough time with your in-laws, or you could be held captive by your husband for the rest of your life.
“I would rather adopt Mr. Smith than marry a man I don’t know well because of debt. After all, Mr. Smith is someone I know.”
“...No matter what, I don’t think that’s right.”
Still, it seems like she won’t get married to some weird guy, so that’s a relief. Erne pulled Judith’s waist tightly, which was swaying left and right in time with Gold’s movements, and lowered the corners of his lips.
Judith drank the wine, but why do I feel the shaking under my feet? Maybe he's intoxicated by the smell of alcohol coming from Judith.
That night, as always, as soon as Judith fell asleep, she put her hand under Erne's nightgown.
“You have really bad hand habits.”
Judith's fingers ran over his firm abs. The bumps were fun to scratch. Erne tried to pull her hand away but stopped.
“Yeah, I feel like it today. Touch it, touch it as much as you want.”
Erne let Judith enjoy herself to the fullest, although the tickling sensation kept him awake.
***
“This is an amulet that wards off evil spells.”
From the Golden Lock incident to the contagion of the curse, the godmother created an amulet for Judith, who was prone to witchcraft.
An amulet was an object used as a talisman in this world. The one that Judith's godmother made for her was a necklace with a round, teardrop-shaped, sliver-shaped gem.
“It’s called selenite. If any spell tries to affect Miss Harrington, it will stop it once.”
It was an amulet that was not easily available on the market. After praying and refining for several days with Tan, the godmother was finally able to create one.
“Make sure to do this regularly.”
"Thank you."
Judith took the necklace and put it around her neck.
“Isn’t there an amulet that can stop weird guys?”
“There is no such thing.”
“Oh, is that because of that man? The fifty-year-old man who proposed to Miss Harrington?”
Tan interrupted the conversation between Erne and thr godmother. Judith looked at Tan, who looked ten years older than the Baron, with pity in her eyes.
“What, I just felt so pitiful.”
As expected of a psychic who was not good at studying but had spiritual powers, Tan was incredibly aware of what Judith was cursing.
“Anyway, I have a feeling that that guy will come back today. So be careful, Miss Harrington.”
It was as if the prophet had foretold, and the Baron came to see Judith.
“Have you thought about my proposal, Miss Harrington?”
To hear Judith's answer.
***
Who said you can't live young?
The person who said that probably didn't have enough money to buy youth, or didn't have enough information. Lionel had both.
“Keep the blooming youth by your side.”
The medium who was said to be secretly working in the South was truly brave. After receiving the absorption drink from the medium, Lionel became one or two years younger.
Of course, his servants, who were like seventeen or eighteen flower buds, withered just as much.
At first, it was a spell he started to receive because he was concerned about the wrinkles around his eyes and the few gray hairs on his head, but at some point, Lionel became obsessed with youth.
It was nicer to hear that he looked younger than his age than any compliment. However, no matter how regularly hr drank the liquor of absorption, he could not completely overcome the passage of time.
Although he looked five or six years younger than most of his peers, Lionel was not satisfied. He wanted to look much younger. If possible, he wanted to look like he was in his twenties.
“There is a way to become younger, but it is beyond my ability. Instead, I will introduce you to that person.”
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