As soon as I returned to my room, I opened the newspaper Degrant. The real Brandt went to work, but I still had a paper Brandt!
< Albrenovic's Blue Dragon, Lord Brandt Von de Lutensbach Shooting Competition for the fifth consecutive year. >
His article could be easily found among the pages of newspapers brought up by the servants. I sat down at the table with my chin crossed and read the article. White-haired, absolute, and so on. All the rhetoric and modifiers of the world belonged to him.
'...It's a bit ugly.'
After folding the newspaper with his article finely, I was about to organize the other newspapers that I had brought with me, and my eyes lit up again.
< Count Albenovic's private access to the imperial palace is controversial. >
It was a new article. This seems to be more recent than the previous article.
< ... Rumor has it that he is going to the Imperial palace to meet Princess Lena. However, the Count's father, Duke Albrenovic, denied this fact, and Count Albrenovic said that he had no intention of marrying yet... >
What is this? Princess Lena. It's a ridiculous rumor!
I unknowingly grabbed the edge of the newspaper. I said it was fun, it was fun, and now it even raises my blood pressure.
Instead of doing this, I began to rummage through mountains of newspapers in earnest to find out the articles he featured. It was a selection of a few copies of all the newspapers I had collected over the years, but the amount was still enormous, and articles about Brandt poured out like pollen. Most of them were knights praising his ability and appearance in his youth.
'Yes, yes. I know this man is very handsome.'
When I opened the next newspaper with only his articles on one page, I found an unexpected title.
< Stefano Russell, who left the Imperial Knights for personal reasons, what's going on? >
Stefano Russell, the reason for personal injury, is the inside of it. It was an article that perfectly matched the trinity that aroused curiosity. You won't be curious about this, right? Even so? Even so? It seemed to be asking. After that, I...
'I'm completely curious!'
The sparrow could not pass by the mill. That's denying me! I even drooled in my mouth with a different expectation than when I saw Brandt's article. I looked at the still thick pile of newspapers.
'Yes, there must be a lot of stories in all these articles.'
I opened the newspaper with my hands heavy with anticipation.
< Stefano Russell, the last knight of Count Russell, who became famous for his great service in the War of the Holy Land, left the Imperial Order. It was a sudden decision made in a situation where he was predicted to be the youngest candidate for general manager. Sir Russell announced that he would withdraw due to personal concerns, but there are rumors that this is because his position has been drastically reduced after the death of Baron Orleans. >
No, wait. One minute. If so much information suddenly comes in, it will overload your head!
After reading a few lines, my eyes were spinning. Stefano says he understands a little bit about Orleans. It's not even one plus one.
My expectation that Stefano would not be mainstream in aristocratic society was shattered. In fact, it was an article by a famous count writer who played an active role in the war, and it was also the 'last article' that seemed to have something.
Moreover, it had a relationship with Orleans! I couldn't understand what such a person lacked to do something like that, or why someone close to my ex-fiancée was spying on me.
At that time, the last paragraph of the article hit me in the back of the head.
< Stefano Russell survived when his family was wiped out due to the 'Russell's rebellion incident more than ten years ago. In the end, attention is focused on whether even he, the last remaining Russell knight, will share the fate of his family's downfall. >
One day in the past, I remembered Russell's face as he sat leaning against a thick branch two stories high and talking.
"For the sake of our family, it can't be helped."
Could it be this?
In less than a week, I had read almost the entire stack of the newspaper, Degrant, which Mrs. Winslet had given me.
From heart-wrenching articles about Brandt to trivial personal information and shocking articles like Stefano's. I stayed up all night reading the newspaper as if I were reading a comic book.
What I liked most about newspapers was that it was easier to grasp the aspects of aristocratic society by reading a few copies of the newspaper than to memorize the aristocratic handbook.
< Countess Courtney's Inner Story - What happened at the Patronage that night? >
Don't these articles get bitten just by looking at the titles?
In addition, I was able to follow in Brandt's footsteps while having fun. As a bonus, even Stefano and Orleans.
< is in urgent need of a change of noblewomen and young ladies who are so poor that they hand over the flower position of the social world to Felix Orleans, a man. >
< Orleans and Russell: Affection or Secret Affection? >
These two people were more famous than I thought, and they appeared on a lot of pages. At first, I was surprised, but later I came to the point where I thought, 'Are you guys again?' Moreover, the more I read the article about the two of them, the more it was like a puzzle piece that was empty here and there, so it was difficult to get a big harvest.
Oh, I want to see more articles by Brandt.
"Malcolm, did you say that you are so good at shooting?"
Malcolm, who had brought the tea that came in as a gift, said with a flush of fire on his face.
"Don't even talk. In the empire, no man can surpass me. Where is it just shooting? If it's swordsmanship, it's swordsmanship..."
Malcolm, who was in a state of panic, was about to recite the praise he had received on the document paper, so I quickly took out my work.
"What do you think about the 'Russell's conspiracy' case?"
Malcolm, who was pouring tea into a teacup, opened his eyes.
"Why are you asking me that all of a sudden?"
"I came out to read the newspaper. I'm curious about Malcolm's thoughts."
Actually, I didn't know much about it, so I asked. Even when reading history books, there is only one line that says that this happened during the reign of the Emperor, but no details are given.
"It's an example of how great a family can fall if it loses its original Intention. Who would have thought that a family that played an active role in the Holy Land War would collude with the Arendts, who were enemies in that war?"
That's what I felt when I was studying liberal arts for him, but when I ask him something, he really speaks.
"His Majesty's grace was also an event that could be glimpsed. If His Majesty, who was the Crown Prince at the time, had not appealed to the Emperor, would Sir Stefano Russell have survived, no matter how young he was at the time and had nothing to do with the case?"
Did the Emperor appeal to the late Emperor to save the children of the family that caused the rebellion? Did I hear it right?
It was the most unbelievable thing I had ever heard since I came into this world. The Emperor who sent the pond technicians to the frozen northern land to live in prison for ten years, and then put them in a hot cauldron to steam them to death, and told them to weave Stefano's arms and legs into the banquet hall like a flake, stab him with an iron skewer, and throw him into the crows?
There are many things in life. I thought that the Emperor was the one who could not be grasped even more than Brandt.
"Thanks to this, Sir Russell came to serve His Majesty as a member of the Imperial Order. Of course, I heard that he has come out now."
I wanted to ask Malcolm, who tells the story like an encyclopedia, about the relationship between Stefano and Orleans, but I suppressed my curiosity because it didn't seem reasonable to bring up the story of my old fiancé in the mansion. Come to think of it, the friendship in Orleans is also very strange. Stefano is the Count of Serie.
"Is the newspaper that interesting?"
Malcolm asked.
"Yes, it's fun and beneficial. There are also many articles about degradation..."
I also blushed for a moment at the words I secretly said. Malcolm nodded with a happy smile.
'Why don't you accept the newspaper at the mansion?"
"My Highness doesn't like newspapers."
Malcolm said sullenly. It felt like I had committed a great sin by holding the newspaper right now.
"He doesn't even like what we see."
I quietly put the newspaper down on the table.
"He didn't say that to me."
"That's because you're the lady."
When I made an excuse, Malcolm retorted with a tone of voice, asking why he was asking such a natural thing.
It felt like something was shining in my head. That was to say, Brandt, who didn't even like to see the newspaper for his employees, allowed me to read the newspaper. I felt strange.
After Malcolm left, I went back to my room and spread the sorted newspaper on the table. It was two categories.
'The newspaper containing Brandt's article and the rest.'
I smiled and looked at Brandt's articles. In fact, the reason I decided to classify the articles was to summarize Brandt's articles more clearly. As a result, it was naturally classified. I thought I should throw away the rest tomorrow.
Naturally, Brandt's articles were more glyphed than those of other newspapers. The strange thing was that no matter how much I read it, it was not easy to get a clue about Edita and her past. In fact, there were almost no articles about Edita.
'If it were so easy to catch, there was no way that Madame Marie, who had always been by my side, would not know.'
Even if it wasn't necessary to know that, it was worth reading these articles. The more recent articles came in, the more interesting the stories were.
< Courtesy is the new Duke Albrenovic, who was thrown as prey by the blue dragon of Alviv >
As soon as I read the title of the article, I burst into laughter. It was the first straightforward statement I had encountered in this world full of noble things. I began to read the content of the article with a hint of blood.
< ...He often ignored the questions of reporters who could do anything. Sometimes, even if he gave an answer as many as fly droppings, it was only a short answer. Since the time as a Young Master, I had been asking him a lot, and it was clear that he had a knack for ignoring reporters. The new Duke Albrenovic is said to have excellent appearance, martial arts, and leadership, but unfortunately, he did not have the budding. >
It was an unfiltered accusation. After reading the article, I was on Brandt's side. These reporters did not consider Brandt's feelings after losing his father and becoming the new Duke, but persisted in speaking to him.
'You should be glad you didn't get hit.'
I thought I could understand why he hated newspapers. After all, reading the newspaper at his house makes me feel desolate.
It was not long before Brandt became Duke of Albrenovic. Before going on the Arendt expedition, he paid a prize. In a place without a father, mother, brother, or lover, he went to the battlefield alone.
When I imagined him at this time. I thought of a big, sullen dog. No, it's a little too simple to just be a dog. Young wolf? It is usually like a vigilant beast.
I opened an older article with the feeling of stroking the young wolf's head. In addition to the articles of that time, many articles said good things about Brandt. His appearance was respectable, his manners and martial arts were impeccable, and he always performed well when he went on an expedition, so there was no choice but to have good words.
He had both power and ability, so he was already in the center of Ludenbach's attention from an early age. Therefore, the shamelessness that the whole world does not care about, even if they pay attention to it, is naturally cultivated.
"You said you're going to be late today, so I'll play with your past instead."
I hummed and rummaged through the newspaper. At that moment, I heard the door rattling open as if to match the beat of my song.
"Schedules can change."
It was Brandt's voice. The joy was sweetly wrapped around the tip of my tongue for a moment, and my eyes touched the pile of 'rest' articles. Without noticing, the knights Orleans and Stefano, were placed on top.
An ominous conviction crossed my mind that if this was discovered. It would be the end. It was just a boring piece of paper that I lost interest in early on, but if he was misunderstood about it, it would be a complete ruin. Hoping that I wouldn't be that unlucky, I quickly posted Brandt's article on it.
"I'm reading it again."
Brandt approached me and looked down at me from behind and asked.
"Ugh?"
I was in a daze. Brandt took a step back from the overreaction, which was suspicious to anyone.
"...Why?"
"Oh, that... Malcolm said you don't like reading the newspaper..."
Brandt nodded with an undeniable face.
"Hey. I'm going to sleep now."
I got up from my seat, hoping that he would quickly get out of the newspaper.
"What's so funny? I get sick when I'm with the journalist."
But before I could get up, Brandt hugged me from behind.
"Uh, uh... That's..."
Brandt's laughter flew into hot breath on the nape of my neck.
At that moment, my startled body swayed forward. I hurriedly grabbed the table and supported my body, but I couldn't overcome the weight, and the table shook violently. In an instant, the newspapers piled high in front of me fell in the rain.
'Oh, no!'
Piles of collapsed newspapers spilled onto the table and floor. I was startled and pushed Brandt away.
"It's okay. Stop them..."
I had to get rid of all of them quickly so that they wouldn't catch Brandt's eyes. I picked up the newspaper that had fallen on the floor in a hurry, but I was worried that Brandt, who had not finished speaking earlier, was still quiet. My heart was pounding for a moment. I hurriedly looked back. Brandt stood in a daze at the table. His eyes were piled up underneath, staring into the pile of newspapers that had not collapsed as if they were nailed down.
It didn't take long to realize what articles were at the bottom of the stacked newspapers. I jumped up like a person who had been electrocuted.
'Felix Orleans is engaged to Lady Edita, the Emperor's daughter!'
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