The cityscape seen from high above was so beautiful.
The buildings in Ronheim all had pointed, identical red roofs, and the view from above was spectacular because they all looked the same.
“All the houses are pointed.”
Granada explained it to me, who was amazed.
“If the roof is flat, it will collapse quickly when snow piles up.”
“Who ordered it to be painted red?”
“No. The Ronheim clay used to make the tiles turns red when fired, which is how it naturally turned that way.”
“Yeah... Is that so?”
I nodded, unable to take my eyes off the scenery outside.
The pretty buildings that looked like they came out of a fairy tale were closely packed together to form a single mass, presenting a wonderful scenery.
I remembered the fairy tales my kind nanny used to read to me in a soft voice when I was a child, when my mother was still alive, and Kavala could not drive away my nanny and maids.
The pretty fairy village in the book looked just like this.
The morning scenery in Ronheim was very different from what I had imagined.
Contrary to what I had expected, the city was frozen and deserted, but the streets were filled with people from morning.
It was as if all the people of the territory were out on the street.
People spent a long time greeting everyone they met.
It seemed like everyone knew everyone.
They looked very lively as they shook hands, greeted each other, and exchanged items.
I spoke cheerfully, though I was still shivering from the chill that was still hanging over my body.
“I want to go outside and see.”
But Granada shook its head.
“Please eat first. You’ll feel full and ready to move around after eating.”
I remember hearing a similar story when I was with the Uttar tribe.
'The people of Ronheim seem to take food very seriously.'
The maids came and prepared breakfast for me.
Meanwhile, I watched Vanessa fearlessly pick petty quarrels with Granada, and Granada either ignored them or gave her a terrifying beating.
Even though Vanessa's chin was raised and she was dead, she would always raise her chin and talk back to Granada whenever she had the chance.
‘At this point, Vanessa looks cute...’
Since I didn't have any clothes to change into right away, I had no choice but to go down to the restaurant wearing the thin dress that Kavala had given me and a shawl wrapped around it.
I thought Callius would arrive first, but I couldn't see him, so I asked the butler where he was.
“Where is the Marquis?”
“He went out to inspect the territory.”
“This early in the morning? Without even eating?”
"It's been a while since he's been back. He wanted to quickly look around the estate."
Then the chef brought out the food and started setting up the table, so I stopped talking and looked at the food.
The chef glanced over the table, nodded with satisfaction, and spoke forcefully.
“The master instructed me to pay special attention to the food, as he doesn’t know what the madam will like.”
The chef kept glancing at me, feeling somewhat restless.
It seemed like she was looking forward to tasting the food soon.
I guess she was more focused on the fact that I was a foreigner trying her food for the first time than on the fact that I was the Idelian Princess.
'Are you curious to know how I would rate her cooking?'
If so, she was a heavenly chef.
As soon as I unfolded the napkin on my lap, she ran over and poured soup into a bowl.
“Try the soup first. It’s made with very high-quality ham, so it’s delicious.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled slightly at the chef's suggestion and picked up a spoon to eat the soup.
When I had barely put a couple of spoonfuls in my mouth, the chef started fidgeting again and offered me another dish.
“These are potato cakes. You could say they’re a staple food in Ronheim.”
I picked at the round, translucent food with my fork and looked at it from side to side. It was something I had never seen before.
The potato cakes were very chewy and delicious.
The downside is that you get full quickly.
There was still a lot of food in front of me that I hadn't tasted, and this time, the chef brought me another plate before I could even chew and swallow.
Then, Mainz, who could not stand to watch, stopped the chef.
“Stay still so your Ma'am can eat comfortably, Latina.”
“Oh, excuse me.”
Latina realized she had once again become impatient and meddled with the food and stepped back in a hurry.
But she never took her eyes off me. She seemed curious about what I was eating.
I found her cute and funny rather than annoying. I didn't dislike her attitude; rather, I found it pleasant.
I praised her every single dish as I tasted it.
“The food is all delicious. It seems that Ronheim Castle has a great chef.”
Latina, completely taken in by the compliment, lifted her chin slightly with a proud expression.
But somehow her proud expression didn't last long.
Her expression grew increasingly hard as she watched me eat.
'Why are you doing that?'
Latina eventually went so far as to ask me if the food was to my taste.
“If it doesn’t suit your taste, should I bring out something else?”
“Hmm? No, it’s enough now.”
I clearly said it was delicious, so why is it like that?
I was already full, but I tried to taste a little bit of everything for fear of disappointing her.
But Latina looked at the food I left behind with a dissatisfied look on her face and asked.
“There is a lot of food left over. Should I share it with the people below?”
I was shocked to hear that she was sharing what I was eating with others.
"Why are you giving what I'm eating to someone else? Instead, throw it all away and make new ones."
After giving clear instructions, I was worried about Latina's expression, so I thanked her again for the meal.
“It was a very satisfying meal.”
Immediately after I said that, Mainz smiled kindly and took the chef away, so I couldn't remember what her last expression was.
I tilted my head and went back to my room.
I'm very hungry.
Latina asked as she was dragged to Mainz with a blank expression.
“Are you really going to throw away all those precious things?”
Mainz also had a reluctant expression, but he thought he shouldn't show it in front of others, so he suppressed his expression and nodded.
“Since the madam told me to do so, I will do so.”
"But.m."
Latina looked around the table in vain.
Those dishes were made with the care of Callius, after consulting with Mainz, and were made with a generous amount of high-quality ham and other ingredients that were only used on special occasions.
But Chloe was just eating and mumbling a bit, then coldly ordered them to throw everything away.
'Even if you ignore sincerity, it's still a good deal.'
She first ordered the servants to bring the dishes to the kitchen and quickly went to find Granada.
Latina, who had explained the situation in detail, asked Mainz the same question.
“...Something like that happened, do I really have to listen to the Princess’s words?”
Granada pointed out sternly.
"Please use the title 'Madam' properly, Latina. And up until now, there was no one to take the place of the mistress, so Mainz and I have been handling such matters. But from now on, it's Madam's turn. You don't need to ask me for permission for anything you ask of me. Just report it."
Latina's expression darkened.
She thought this was absurd, but when Mainz and Granada said so, she was speechless and kept her mouth shut.
However, it was inevitable that hatred towards Chloe would arise in her heart.
'A very extravagant lady has come in. What should I do?'
'I overate.'
I came up to my room panting with hunger.
'When I was in the palace, my maids kept forcing me to eat less, saying how ugly it would be for the Princess to gain weight.'
For me, who was used to eating less while keeping an eye on the maids, the people here who kept offering me food felt a little strange.
'It's hard to even breathe.'
I couldn't even sit down, so I had to walk slowly around the room.
Then I suddenly remembered Latina asking if I would give the leftover food to the people below me.
'Did you think I would do something so outrageous because I'm the princess of Idelian?'
I was curious.
Why would someone give their leftover food to someone else?
'That's not polite.'
Besides, I did not forget that Granada had asked me to spare my employees.
'Leftover food should be fed to livestock.'
There is a famous story that all children in Arrental would know.
It was a story with a moral lesson about a rich man who threw his bread to a beggar and incurred the wrath of God and suffered great hardship.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
'Did I seem like such a bad person?'
The thought that it would be better to quickly remove the Idelian label became more and more intense.
The buildings in Ronheim all had pointed, identical red roofs, and the view from above was spectacular because they all looked the same.
“All the houses are pointed.”
Granada explained it to me, who was amazed.
“If the roof is flat, it will collapse quickly when snow piles up.”
“Who ordered it to be painted red?”
“No. The Ronheim clay used to make the tiles turns red when fired, which is how it naturally turned that way.”
“Yeah... Is that so?”
I nodded, unable to take my eyes off the scenery outside.
The pretty buildings that looked like they came out of a fairy tale were closely packed together to form a single mass, presenting a wonderful scenery.
I remembered the fairy tales my kind nanny used to read to me in a soft voice when I was a child, when my mother was still alive, and Kavala could not drive away my nanny and maids.
The pretty fairy village in the book looked just like this.
The morning scenery in Ronheim was very different from what I had imagined.
Contrary to what I had expected, the city was frozen and deserted, but the streets were filled with people from morning.
It was as if all the people of the territory were out on the street.
People spent a long time greeting everyone they met.
It seemed like everyone knew everyone.
They looked very lively as they shook hands, greeted each other, and exchanged items.
I spoke cheerfully, though I was still shivering from the chill that was still hanging over my body.
“I want to go outside and see.”
But Granada shook its head.
“Please eat first. You’ll feel full and ready to move around after eating.”
I remember hearing a similar story when I was with the Uttar tribe.
'The people of Ronheim seem to take food very seriously.'
The maids came and prepared breakfast for me.
Meanwhile, I watched Vanessa fearlessly pick petty quarrels with Granada, and Granada either ignored them or gave her a terrifying beating.
Even though Vanessa's chin was raised and she was dead, she would always raise her chin and talk back to Granada whenever she had the chance.
‘At this point, Vanessa looks cute...’
***
Since I didn't have any clothes to change into right away, I had no choice but to go down to the restaurant wearing the thin dress that Kavala had given me and a shawl wrapped around it.
I thought Callius would arrive first, but I couldn't see him, so I asked the butler where he was.
“Where is the Marquis?”
“He went out to inspect the territory.”
“This early in the morning? Without even eating?”
"It's been a while since he's been back. He wanted to quickly look around the estate."
Then the chef brought out the food and started setting up the table, so I stopped talking and looked at the food.
The chef glanced over the table, nodded with satisfaction, and spoke forcefully.
“The master instructed me to pay special attention to the food, as he doesn’t know what the madam will like.”
The chef kept glancing at me, feeling somewhat restless.
It seemed like she was looking forward to tasting the food soon.
I guess she was more focused on the fact that I was a foreigner trying her food for the first time than on the fact that I was the Idelian Princess.
'Are you curious to know how I would rate her cooking?'
If so, she was a heavenly chef.
As soon as I unfolded the napkin on my lap, she ran over and poured soup into a bowl.
“Try the soup first. It’s made with very high-quality ham, so it’s delicious.”
“Thank you.”
I smiled slightly at the chef's suggestion and picked up a spoon to eat the soup.
When I had barely put a couple of spoonfuls in my mouth, the chef started fidgeting again and offered me another dish.
“These are potato cakes. You could say they’re a staple food in Ronheim.”
I picked at the round, translucent food with my fork and looked at it from side to side. It was something I had never seen before.
The potato cakes were very chewy and delicious.
The downside is that you get full quickly.
There was still a lot of food in front of me that I hadn't tasted, and this time, the chef brought me another plate before I could even chew and swallow.
Then, Mainz, who could not stand to watch, stopped the chef.
“Stay still so your Ma'am can eat comfortably, Latina.”
“Oh, excuse me.”
Latina realized she had once again become impatient and meddled with the food and stepped back in a hurry.
But she never took her eyes off me. She seemed curious about what I was eating.
I found her cute and funny rather than annoying. I didn't dislike her attitude; rather, I found it pleasant.
I praised her every single dish as I tasted it.
“The food is all delicious. It seems that Ronheim Castle has a great chef.”
Latina, completely taken in by the compliment, lifted her chin slightly with a proud expression.
But somehow her proud expression didn't last long.
Her expression grew increasingly hard as she watched me eat.
'Why are you doing that?'
Latina eventually went so far as to ask me if the food was to my taste.
“If it doesn’t suit your taste, should I bring out something else?”
“Hmm? No, it’s enough now.”
I clearly said it was delicious, so why is it like that?
I was already full, but I tried to taste a little bit of everything for fear of disappointing her.
But Latina looked at the food I left behind with a dissatisfied look on her face and asked.
“There is a lot of food left over. Should I share it with the people below?”
I was shocked to hear that she was sharing what I was eating with others.
"Why are you giving what I'm eating to someone else? Instead, throw it all away and make new ones."
After giving clear instructions, I was worried about Latina's expression, so I thanked her again for the meal.
“It was a very satisfying meal.”
Immediately after I said that, Mainz smiled kindly and took the chef away, so I couldn't remember what her last expression was.
I tilted my head and went back to my room.
I'm very hungry.
***
Latina asked as she was dragged to Mainz with a blank expression.
“Are you really going to throw away all those precious things?”
Mainz also had a reluctant expression, but he thought he shouldn't show it in front of others, so he suppressed his expression and nodded.
“Since the madam told me to do so, I will do so.”
"But.m."
Latina looked around the table in vain.
Those dishes were made with the care of Callius, after consulting with Mainz, and were made with a generous amount of high-quality ham and other ingredients that were only used on special occasions.
But Chloe was just eating and mumbling a bit, then coldly ordered them to throw everything away.
'Even if you ignore sincerity, it's still a good deal.'
She first ordered the servants to bring the dishes to the kitchen and quickly went to find Granada.
Latina, who had explained the situation in detail, asked Mainz the same question.
“...Something like that happened, do I really have to listen to the Princess’s words?”
Granada pointed out sternly.
"Please use the title 'Madam' properly, Latina. And up until now, there was no one to take the place of the mistress, so Mainz and I have been handling such matters. But from now on, it's Madam's turn. You don't need to ask me for permission for anything you ask of me. Just report it."
Latina's expression darkened.
She thought this was absurd, but when Mainz and Granada said so, she was speechless and kept her mouth shut.
However, it was inevitable that hatred towards Chloe would arise in her heart.
'A very extravagant lady has come in. What should I do?'
***
'I overate.'
I came up to my room panting with hunger.
'When I was in the palace, my maids kept forcing me to eat less, saying how ugly it would be for the Princess to gain weight.'
For me, who was used to eating less while keeping an eye on the maids, the people here who kept offering me food felt a little strange.
'It's hard to even breathe.'
I couldn't even sit down, so I had to walk slowly around the room.
Then I suddenly remembered Latina asking if I would give the leftover food to the people below me.
'Did you think I would do something so outrageous because I'm the princess of Idelian?'
I was curious.
Why would someone give their leftover food to someone else?
'That's not polite.'
Besides, I did not forget that Granada had asked me to spare my employees.
'Leftover food should be fed to livestock.'
There is a famous story that all children in Arrental would know.
It was a story with a moral lesson about a rich man who threw his bread to a beggar and incurred the wrath of God and suffered great hardship.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
'Did I seem like such a bad person?'
The thought that it would be better to quickly remove the Idelian label became more and more intense.
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