As soon as Lariesa saw Ariadne, she roared with anger rising from the depths of her stomach.
“Why are you here!”
The Grand Duchess, not satisfied with the swearing, moved her hand in Ariadne's direction. She seemed ready to strike.
Alfonso sensed an ominous aura from Lariesa and sneakily blocked Ariadne's path.
He raised his arm so that Lariesa would not accidentally touch Ariadne.
Princess Lariesa, who saw that sight, howled like a wounded animal.
“You are the woman who stole my husband! You are the adulteress who touches another man!”
She had been desperately studying Etruscan to communicate with Prince Alfonso in his native language, but she didn't want the Prince to understand it well, and more than anything, she felt it was easier to swear in her native language.
At Lariesa's verbal abuse, Alfonso blocked Ariadne's path and looked at Grand Duke Odes.
Amid a completely expressionless face with no sign of wavering, only one eyebrow was slightly raised.
It meant that you should clean up after yourself before saying bad words to someone else's precious daughter.
Grand Duke Odes's mouth was parched.
Prince Alfonso's gaze seemed to say, 'Your offer had to be generous. Were you trying to pass it off as something like that?' He struggled to explain in the Latin language.
“Prince. There has been a misunderstanding. Our Lariesa is not feeling well at the moment... It’s not like this...”
When Larissa heard that, she was very indignant.
“Father! I’m fine! You even think I’m weird right now?!”
Lariesa was sick of what her mother and the people around her were saying to her.
You are not normal now; you are just sick for a while. Go eat again, gain weight, and get healthy.
“I’m perfectly normal! I’m happy! I eat, sleep, and do everything on my own!”
Lariesa liked her new self.
“I am pretty now!”
Goodbye to the chubby past. She was no longer the ugly, fat Lariesa.
She will never go back to the past. She will become a thin and pretty Susanne or Ariadne or whatever, and be loved as an ideal.
Skinny girls are always loved by everyone.
Empowered by the confidence her new body gave her, Lariesa cried with all her might.
“You! You wicked whore! Get away from my husband at once!”
Lariesa suddenly raised her arm and showed it to Ariadne, who was still scolding her.
Instead of having small sleeves, the long-sleeved dress had plenty of ruffles and flowed down the arms, hanging on the elbows.
A wry, thin, but slender and pretty to Lariesa's eyes, wrist was revealed.
Ariadne, standing across from her, wore a very loose-fitting bright green dress that widened towards the sleeves.
When Lariesa saw the dress Ariadne was wearing, she was instantly overcome with a sense of defeat.
She had someone specially sent to capture the fashions of San Carlo faster than anyone else, in real time, but that horrible woman was already wearing something else.
Lariesa already admitted that Ariadne de Mare was a trendsetter.
'No matter how much I chase, there's no end to it...!'
But Lariesa's mood improved a little when she saw Ariadne's 'chubby' wrist through the cuffs.
It was okay to set a target as a new trend. Lariesa had already demonstrated excellent control.
She had conquered her appetite and was in control of her body. She had done that, so she could easily follow the new trends.
Shr didn't think she was pretty. She just found it less disgusting than before.
However, Princess Lariesa would never have agreed if someone else said so, but deep down, she thought Ariadne de Mare was perfect.
But the real thing before her eyes had more fat than she had imagined. It wasn't a question of how it looked objectively.
In Lariesa's eyes, anything but skin and bones was just unnecessary extras, and there were a lot of extras out there.
Lariesa, in a fit of pique, hurled a few meaningless insults at Ariadne in Gallic about her appearance.
Meanwhile, Grand Duke Odes was distracted by something else. A rustling of confusion was heard at the far end of the corridor.
There was a noise. The pupils of the Grand Duke Odes shook anxiously.
He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He wanted to drag Lariesa back to his daughter's quarters before anyone else noticed.
This was for his daughter. Grand Duke Odes had not yet given up on his child's future.
If word spreads that Lariesa has been completely ruined, it will be much more difficult to find a spouse for his daughter.
The Grand Duke never gave up hope that one day Lariesa would be cured of this madness and be able to lead a normal life.
He held Lariesa's arm weakly, yet desperately, and consoled his daughter.
“Hey, let’s go in...”
He couldn't even hold his daughter's arm tightly because he felt like it would break if he tried.
“Please...”
But Lariesa, who didn't know where such energy came from, roughly struck her father.
“I’m going to slaughter that fat pig and go back to my husband! I’m not going anywhere!”
“Grand Duchess!”
Prince Alfonso's shout echoed through the hall.
Slaughter, pigs, fornicators, prostitutes... This was more than Alfonso could tolerate. He gave the Grand Duchess Odes ample opportunity.
It was not something that could be tolerated out of respect for humanity, respect for the other country, or respect for the monarch's blood relatives.
“Grand Duchess Lariessa! Ariadne is not someone you can call that.”
“Prince!”
Lariesa cried.
“I, I am your legal wife! You can’t do this to me!”
She spoke Etruscan haltingly, her skills improving considerably.
The sight of a young woman who looked sick, no matter where she looked, pleading pitifully, was pitiful. However, Prince Alfonso was firm.
“I will not marry you.”
He spoke firmly to the shocked-looking Princess Lariesa.
“I do not agree with the assertion that there is a marriage between you and me. You are not my wife, and I am not your husband.”
Alfonso paused for a moment after saying this, then spoke with a stern expression.
“Ariadne is not a mistress.”
“Ahh!”
Lariesa's shriek echoed through the long hallway. She gasped for breath as she cried out.
“On the topic of signing the marriage contract!”
When she raised her voice to this extent, everything in the Valoa palace revolved around her.
The servants were in a state of confusion, shouting, "The Grand Duchess has had a seizure!" and Grand Duchess Bernadette came running.
The Grand Duchess was terrified and grabbed her aides, asking what they had done to make the child so excited. Grand Duke Odes, who was later informed of the situation by the Grand Duchess, pretended to be defeated and gestured to them to do whatever it took to please the child.
But there was no wavering in Prince Alfonso's expression.
He was not a man of the Grand Duke's family. He had no intention of accepting that woman. A bombshell burst out of his mouth.
“Are you talking about the document you threatened me with death if I didn’t sign, just before you set fire to the Montpellier palace where Philip IV resided and let me escape?”
The face of the Grand Duke Odes turned pale. This was the decisive event that led him to take the path of independence from Philip IV.
Because it had to be covered somehow to protect Lariesa.
“Prince, Prince. Let’s move to our location and talk...”
But Lariesa cut off my father's words.
“That guy can’t go anywhere!”
Contracts entered into under duress are void. But whether that principle applies to Prince Alfonso's marriage contract is a completely different matter.
“Yes, I set the fire. But do you think that qualifies as ‘compulsion’? Studying isn’t something that only that piece of flesh next to you can do! I did it too! According to church law, ‘compulsion’ doesn’t apply unless it involves forcibly grabbing someone’s arm and stamping a seal!”
Meanwhile, Princess Lariesa did whatever she thought would win Prince Alfonso's love.
She'd lost a third of her body weight, and she could have studied—or, more accurately, threatened to call in a law professor and have him explain this to her—a hundred times over.
Lariesa looked up at the golden Prince, who was so cold to her. Even in his high heels, he was much taller than her.
And in his arms was another woman. She suddenly burst into tears.
“I, I did anything! To be loved by you!”
Lariesa sobbed, her shoulders shaking.
She couldn't bear the sadness as the past flashed before her eyes, when she had eaten less while imagining the Prince, read his letters while imagining the Prince, learned his language, and familiarized herself with the customs of the country.
Meanwhile, she instinctively glanced at Prince Alfonso.
If it were the Grand Duchess, it would have been too late for her to scream and run to hug Lariesa. She was anxious.
But that man was extremely cold.
“I already know that you did everything without any hesitation.”
Prince Alfonso spoke with perfect expressionlessness.
Although his voice was not raised and his face did not turn red, everyone standing in the hall could instinctively tell that the Prince was very angry.
“If you even committed murder, you've done it all..”
The Grand Duke's lips trembled. He slowly approached the end of the long corridor.
“Lock the door.”
The Grand Duke of Odes made a request to the investigators there. It was almost time for the banquet to begin. The guests would soon be streaming in.
“Your Highness, we cannot accommodate you as there are still guests arriving.”
When Grand Duke Odes heard that, he didn't wait any longer and looked around, and found a tall candlestick.
“Your Highness, Your Highness!”
Ignoring the bewildered investigator's pleas for help, Grand Duke Odes slammed the door leading to the hallway shut and slid a candlestick across the doorknob. It was a handmade lock.
“Sounds like a guest.”
“Why are you here!”
The Grand Duchess, not satisfied with the swearing, moved her hand in Ariadne's direction. She seemed ready to strike.
Alfonso sensed an ominous aura from Lariesa and sneakily blocked Ariadne's path.
He raised his arm so that Lariesa would not accidentally touch Ariadne.
Princess Lariesa, who saw that sight, howled like a wounded animal.
“You are the woman who stole my husband! You are the adulteress who touches another man!”
She had been desperately studying Etruscan to communicate with Prince Alfonso in his native language, but she didn't want the Prince to understand it well, and more than anything, she felt it was easier to swear in her native language.
At Lariesa's verbal abuse, Alfonso blocked Ariadne's path and looked at Grand Duke Odes.
Amid a completely expressionless face with no sign of wavering, only one eyebrow was slightly raised.
It meant that you should clean up after yourself before saying bad words to someone else's precious daughter.
Grand Duke Odes's mouth was parched.
Prince Alfonso's gaze seemed to say, 'Your offer had to be generous. Were you trying to pass it off as something like that?' He struggled to explain in the Latin language.
“Prince. There has been a misunderstanding. Our Lariesa is not feeling well at the moment... It’s not like this...”
When Larissa heard that, she was very indignant.
“Father! I’m fine! You even think I’m weird right now?!”
Lariesa was sick of what her mother and the people around her were saying to her.
You are not normal now; you are just sick for a while. Go eat again, gain weight, and get healthy.
“I’m perfectly normal! I’m happy! I eat, sleep, and do everything on my own!”
Lariesa liked her new self.
“I am pretty now!”
Goodbye to the chubby past. She was no longer the ugly, fat Lariesa.
She will never go back to the past. She will become a thin and pretty Susanne or Ariadne or whatever, and be loved as an ideal.
Skinny girls are always loved by everyone.
Empowered by the confidence her new body gave her, Lariesa cried with all her might.
“You! You wicked whore! Get away from my husband at once!”
Lariesa suddenly raised her arm and showed it to Ariadne, who was still scolding her.
Instead of having small sleeves, the long-sleeved dress had plenty of ruffles and flowed down the arms, hanging on the elbows.
A wry, thin, but slender and pretty to Lariesa's eyes, wrist was revealed.
Ariadne, standing across from her, wore a very loose-fitting bright green dress that widened towards the sleeves.
When Lariesa saw the dress Ariadne was wearing, she was instantly overcome with a sense of defeat.
She had someone specially sent to capture the fashions of San Carlo faster than anyone else, in real time, but that horrible woman was already wearing something else.
Lariesa already admitted that Ariadne de Mare was a trendsetter.
'No matter how much I chase, there's no end to it...!'
But Lariesa's mood improved a little when she saw Ariadne's 'chubby' wrist through the cuffs.
It was okay to set a target as a new trend. Lariesa had already demonstrated excellent control.
She had conquered her appetite and was in control of her body. She had done that, so she could easily follow the new trends.
Shr didn't think she was pretty. She just found it less disgusting than before.
However, Princess Lariesa would never have agreed if someone else said so, but deep down, she thought Ariadne de Mare was perfect.
But the real thing before her eyes had more fat than she had imagined. It wasn't a question of how it looked objectively.
In Lariesa's eyes, anything but skin and bones was just unnecessary extras, and there were a lot of extras out there.
Lariesa, in a fit of pique, hurled a few meaningless insults at Ariadne in Gallic about her appearance.
Meanwhile, Grand Duke Odes was distracted by something else. A rustling of confusion was heard at the far end of the corridor.
There was a noise. The pupils of the Grand Duke Odes shook anxiously.
He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He wanted to drag Lariesa back to his daughter's quarters before anyone else noticed.
This was for his daughter. Grand Duke Odes had not yet given up on his child's future.
If word spreads that Lariesa has been completely ruined, it will be much more difficult to find a spouse for his daughter.
The Grand Duke never gave up hope that one day Lariesa would be cured of this madness and be able to lead a normal life.
He held Lariesa's arm weakly, yet desperately, and consoled his daughter.
“Hey, let’s go in...”
He couldn't even hold his daughter's arm tightly because he felt like it would break if he tried.
“Please...”
But Lariesa, who didn't know where such energy came from, roughly struck her father.
“I’m going to slaughter that fat pig and go back to my husband! I’m not going anywhere!”
“Grand Duchess!”
Prince Alfonso's shout echoed through the hall.
Slaughter, pigs, fornicators, prostitutes... This was more than Alfonso could tolerate. He gave the Grand Duchess Odes ample opportunity.
It was not something that could be tolerated out of respect for humanity, respect for the other country, or respect for the monarch's blood relatives.
“Grand Duchess Lariessa! Ariadne is not someone you can call that.”
“Prince!”
Lariesa cried.
“I, I am your legal wife! You can’t do this to me!”
She spoke Etruscan haltingly, her skills improving considerably.
The sight of a young woman who looked sick, no matter where she looked, pleading pitifully, was pitiful. However, Prince Alfonso was firm.
“I will not marry you.”
He spoke firmly to the shocked-looking Princess Lariesa.
“I do not agree with the assertion that there is a marriage between you and me. You are not my wife, and I am not your husband.”
Alfonso paused for a moment after saying this, then spoke with a stern expression.
“Ariadne is not a mistress.”
“Ahh!”
Lariesa's shriek echoed through the long hallway. She gasped for breath as she cried out.
“On the topic of signing the marriage contract!”
When she raised her voice to this extent, everything in the Valoa palace revolved around her.
The servants were in a state of confusion, shouting, "The Grand Duchess has had a seizure!" and Grand Duchess Bernadette came running.
The Grand Duchess was terrified and grabbed her aides, asking what they had done to make the child so excited. Grand Duke Odes, who was later informed of the situation by the Grand Duchess, pretended to be defeated and gestured to them to do whatever it took to please the child.
But there was no wavering in Prince Alfonso's expression.
He was not a man of the Grand Duke's family. He had no intention of accepting that woman. A bombshell burst out of his mouth.
“Are you talking about the document you threatened me with death if I didn’t sign, just before you set fire to the Montpellier palace where Philip IV resided and let me escape?”
The face of the Grand Duke Odes turned pale. This was the decisive event that led him to take the path of independence from Philip IV.
Because it had to be covered somehow to protect Lariesa.
“Prince, Prince. Let’s move to our location and talk...”
But Lariesa cut off my father's words.
“That guy can’t go anywhere!”
Contracts entered into under duress are void. But whether that principle applies to Prince Alfonso's marriage contract is a completely different matter.
“Yes, I set the fire. But do you think that qualifies as ‘compulsion’? Studying isn’t something that only that piece of flesh next to you can do! I did it too! According to church law, ‘compulsion’ doesn’t apply unless it involves forcibly grabbing someone’s arm and stamping a seal!”
Meanwhile, Princess Lariesa did whatever she thought would win Prince Alfonso's love.
She'd lost a third of her body weight, and she could have studied—or, more accurately, threatened to call in a law professor and have him explain this to her—a hundred times over.
Lariesa looked up at the golden Prince, who was so cold to her. Even in his high heels, he was much taller than her.
And in his arms was another woman. She suddenly burst into tears.
“I, I did anything! To be loved by you!”
Lariesa sobbed, her shoulders shaking.
She couldn't bear the sadness as the past flashed before her eyes, when she had eaten less while imagining the Prince, read his letters while imagining the Prince, learned his language, and familiarized herself with the customs of the country.
Meanwhile, she instinctively glanced at Prince Alfonso.
If it were the Grand Duchess, it would have been too late for her to scream and run to hug Lariesa. She was anxious.
But that man was extremely cold.
“I already know that you did everything without any hesitation.”
Prince Alfonso spoke with perfect expressionlessness.
Although his voice was not raised and his face did not turn red, everyone standing in the hall could instinctively tell that the Prince was very angry.
“If you even committed murder, you've done it all..”
The Grand Duke's lips trembled. He slowly approached the end of the long corridor.
“Lock the door.”
The Grand Duke of Odes made a request to the investigators there. It was almost time for the banquet to begin. The guests would soon be streaming in.
“Your Highness, we cannot accommodate you as there are still guests arriving.”
When Grand Duke Odes heard that, he didn't wait any longer and looked around, and found a tall candlestick.
“Your Highness, Your Highness!”
Ignoring the bewildered investigator's pleas for help, Grand Duke Odes slammed the door leading to the hallway shut and slid a candlestick across the doorknob. It was a handmade lock.
“Sounds like a guest.”
It was precisely Odes's purpose to block those guests from entering. He couldn't let anyone see him like this. He hurriedly returned to his daughter's side.
But what Grand Duke Odes hadn't thought of was the people already inside the banquet hall.
He had not taken into account the presence of a few guests who had arrived early, and especially of Pope Ludovico, who, as the host, entered the banquet hall through his own entrance rather than the guest passage.
“A murderous mastermind? What murderous mastermind?”
The innermost doors of the long corridor opened wide on both sides, and a large, muscular old man stepped into the space.
He came strolling in, wearing the Pope's red cassock and a fringed fascia over a pure white robe.
It was Pope Ludovico.
“Have you heard of the murderous mastermind, Cardinal?”
Although it was a story about his own daughter, Cardinal de Mare, who was not in a position to have such conversations with Ariadne at the time, just rolled his eyes.
"Well."
Who is this talking about? Is it my daughter? If Princess Lariesa hates someone enough to kill them, then it can only be her daughter.
The appearance of Pope Louis and Cardinal de Mare made Grand Duke Odes's face turn pale.
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