When Julian appeared, the nobles approached each other to greet him.
After receiving greetings from the obsequious nobles for a while, I looked up and looked for someone.
It was in the direction of Linchester's two daughters.
My eyes met with those of the Countess of Bramwell, who was looking this way.
The Duke of Linchester's men were gathered around his second daughter, the Countess of Bramwell, and the Countess of Highbury.
I tugged at Julian's sleeve.
"Let's go and greet them, Your Majesty."
"They are slow-moving. Or they make fun of me."
"Look. She's pregnant. It's understandable because she's so heavy."
I gently tried to persuade Julian, who had frozen the atmosphere in an instant.
Then Julian's footsteps moved.
People looked at him as if they were dead rats.
I even showed mercy by being lenient and understanding of the circumstances of the Countess of Bramwell and her party and easily overcame the situation that could have easily turned tense.
The Countess of Bramwell and Highbury were forced to bow to Julian as he approached them.
"Your Majesty the Emperor."
But she didn't greet me, who had shown her kindness first.
By etiquette, I was of lower status and could not greet them first.
Knowing that she deliberately avoided talking to me and didn't even say hello.
Julian was angry at the obvious malice.
Although he was sometimes grumpy and moody towards me, he had his reasons.
Men shouldn't do that to the women they choose.
"You came to this charity banquet empty of good intentions and full of arrogance. It seems you don't know what kind of place this is, so don't be an intruder and go back on the right path, okay?"
"Isn't it ridiculous, Your Majesty, that the person who holds the banquet in the palace is so obsessed with etiquette that she can't even greet the guests? It seems that there are people who are not suited to this place."
She looked down at me and laughed.
Despite the soft music flowing through the banquet hall, the atmosphere cooled down rapidly and tension increased.
Everyone swallowed dry saliva and stared at Julian.
Those who were fainthearted shut their eyes tightly and walked hurriedly towards the exit.
Those who fled were those who had been present when Julian slaughtered Josephine's forces. Many were still haunted by nightmares of that day.
"You're talking nonsense."
Julian chuckled as if he was amazed.
As it turned out, Julian needed a scapegoat.
It was necessary to show those who ignored me how much he cared for me.
It was the moment when the heightened atmosphere was about to explode.
"Your Majesty, it's a good day, so don't frown."
I dared to stop the angry King.
As everyone was swallowing dry saliva and watching in tense anticipation, I smiled and clasped my hands together with Julian's.
"Bridget."
For some reason, Julian let out a helpless sigh and lost his composure.
People don't know, but it was because I had blown away all the magi energy that was coming out of him.
Julian whispered, gritting his teeth, the tips of his ears slightly reddening.
"If you keep using it like this..."
He lowered his voice even further and whispered in my ear.
"I know how to tie your hands and feet and lock you up so you can never touch me again."
"Do that. Put a blindfold on and a gag. If that makes you feel better."
"Ha."
Julian didn't know what expression to make as he watched my determination grow stronger than his threats.
I was so relieved that he wasn't even angry anymore.
People who saw it thought that I had charmed Julian.
How willing would Brigitte be to do that?
'What a tremendous favor.'
I, however, was unaware of how people were looking at me.
However, I knew that Countess Bramwell was nervous and had her hand on her stomach the whole time.
Her sister, the Countess of Highbury, was hiding behind her sister, her face pale and sullen.
I thought they couldn't have come here of their own free will.
'The Duke of Linchester must have sent them against their will.'
He had many children.
However, among them, only the two pregnant daughters attended the banquet.
He is in a situation where he hiding out of fear of Julian, and not his other children, but his pregnant daughters.
The Countess of Highbury was still able to move, but the Countess of Bramwell was very pregnant.
Usually, pregnant women do not attend banquets or social gatherings.
The Duke of Linchester must have calculated that even Julian would not touch a pregnant woman.
'Or maybe he wanted many people to see Julian being so cruel to them.'
It was suspicious that Countess Bramwell was acting disrespectfully towards Julian, leaving her husband behind.
Knowing that the Duke of Linchester's two daughters were attending the banquet, I and Millea examined them closely.
The two of them were not the type of people who stood out.
I knew that look.
That's the kind of face you make when you have to step up for someone even though you don't feel like it.
It was an expression I had seen countless times in front of the mirror.
By the way, the Countess of Highbury looked more distressed than the Countess of Bramwell, who was fully pregnant. Her expression was distorted and her weariness was evident.
"Your Majesty, the Countess of Highbury looks to be in distress. How about we have a servant bring a chair for her?"
When the Countess of Highbury tried to politely decline my offer, her husband, the Count of Highbury, stepped forward.
"Thank you for your consideration. My wife has a hard time standing for long periods."
"The auction will begin soon, so I'll have them put some chairs in the garden so you can watch."
The Countess of Highbury gave me a small nod of thanks, watching her sister's expression.
She was really tired.
She was anxious the whole way to the banquet because she was afraid of standing in front of Julian.
Maybe It's because she's nervous, but her stomach has been hurting and she's been feeling nauseous since a while ago. She's also got a headache.
Her husband knew about her condition and was concerned.
But she couldn't go back anymore because of the Duke of Linchester's orders.
The Duke gave instructions to attend the banquet, watch Bridget and Julian, and gauge the mood.
If possible, he suggested using Bridget to provoke Julian.
That way, they can guess how close the relationship is between the two of them.
But then Bridget said something unexpected.
"I have a talent for purifying things that are impure to me."
Bridget proposed to the Countess of Highbury, who looked distressed.
"Those things can interfere with sleep and cause digestion problems. If you don't mind, can I check on you, Mad? It won't take long."
"Thank you for your kind words. Could you please help My wife with something?"
The Could of Highbury reacted before the hesitant Countess.
Everyone who knew about it knew that Bridget had cured Millea's son.
Among the doctors who received a good education and were famous for their skilled medical skills, there were many who were children of noble families.
Some gentlemen who do not receive a title seek to pursue socially desirable professions, such as knighthood, judgeship, and medicine.
The doctors that Millea had called to the mansion every day for Eric were also children of noble families, so rumors quickly spread throughout noble society.
"Even without that, I haven't been able to sleep since my wife got pregnant. And I can't eat properly either."
"Honey..."
The Countess of Highbury looked at her husband with uncertain eyes.
"It's a good opportunity."
She was originally weak, so she had difficulty conceiving a child after eight years of marriage.
She was cautious and anxious about everything she did, including eating, wearing, and walking.
The couple was worried because they had not felt any movement of the fetus even after six months.
The doctor was concerned about a miscarriage, saying the baby was too small and fragile for its age.
So, she was eating and trying anything good for the mother and chiId.
Countess Bramwell gave her younger sister a sidelong glance.
"It might scratch and cause acne."
The question was what made Bridget trust herself?
But the Countess of Highbury was desperate enough to seek help even from her enemies. She was secretly delighted by Bridget's offer.
It would be impossible to do something so harmful in such a public place.
"Sister, don't talk like that to someone who has shown you good intentions."
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