It was an unexpected statement.
"Arolne Mulde? Are you talking about the daughter of Count Mulde?"
"Are you crazy? Oh, no... Are you crazy? How did you get the catalyst, but to someone else?"
"What do you mean?"
While Hostang jumped, Shartus asked her with a cold face. Rosentine shrugged playfully. It was an act that turned Hostang's inside, who was stunned.
"The reason I was able to go out was to buy a gift for Young Lady Mulde. Isn't it, Your Highness?"
"I told you so."
"But after we found the catalyst, we went straight into the imperial palace."
"Do you need a gift?"
"It's not just a gift."
Rosentine couldn't help but laugh at the joy that welled up. This was something she couldn't do. No, none of them can do it.
As far as she knew, there was only one person who could find out the source of this catalyst: Arolne Mulde.
She doesn't know how fortunate she is to have joined Shartus's dedicated maid. Rosentine remembered the marble she had seen occasionally for a long time.
It was the Duchess's accessory.
To be precise, it could be said that it was the jewelry of the women of the time. She didn't know much about such jewelry, but she once asked her mother, Violetta, about the brooch that was decorated with beads.
It was also because the Duchess had spoken so fondly of her lover. She explained that the brooch had, at the time, been a symbol of eternal blessing.
She thinks that word left quite a bit of depth in her young mind. Rosentine, who was a child, tugged at Violetta's sleeve and said she wanted to give her the brooch.
Unfortunately, by that time, the fashion had already ended, and beads were not sold anywhere.
'Then where did the guy who abandoned this get this orb?'
It was natural. Probably from an accessory craftsman who has a string. Through a special spell process, they must have sought a craftsman who knew how to handle it in order to resonate with the poison of the demon eye that would only come from legends. If so, you can find out the craftsman.
'It's clever.'
It was really a clever thing. Who would have imagined that the accessory craftsman was involved in the assassination plot, and that one of them had become a poisoning tool? This catalyst probably wouldn't have been able to identify its source if she hadn't been interested.
"The true identity of the beads is an ornament."
"Ornament?"
"Yes, probably 180 years ago... It was a bead that was popular in the world."
"Is that also part of witchcraft?"
She handed Lucien the bead and looked at it curiously. Come to think of it, it was also a bead that gave off an elegant shine that could certainly be used as jewelry.
What he thought of only as a chemical was an ornament. Then it was understandable that the alchemist could not reveal this identity. No one could have predicted that the orb would only have a special effect when it resonated with the poison of the demon eye.
Rosentine responded to Shartus' question with an innocent face.
"Yes, I saw it a while ago."
"...That's really magical..."
Hostang looked at her with envy for a moment. Considering the reaction so far, it can be seen that the attitude has changed to a surprising extent.
Rosentine swallowed a laugh. Of course, it was a lie. She couldn't count how many lies she had told here.
She thought it would be nice if Hostang was afraid of ghosts. If one day she shows him what she sees, something really interesting will happen.
Rosentine took a step forward. Rosentine's confident momentum drew three eyes to her. Rosentine now had to explain her plan. Why Arolne Mulde and why should they hand over the catalyst to her?
"It's an accessory that has already been discontinued. And that's the usefulness of Miss Mulde."
A woman who is extremely gorgeous and can influence all boutiques and fashions. Rosentine was going to faithfully use her intentions that appeared at the right time.
Arolne wishes for Shartus. Rosentine didn't know if she wanted him or all the honor he had, but she wanted him for now.
If Rosentine herself delivers the beads to her in the name of a gift from Shartus, does she really know it alone?
Rosentine could have bet that it would take less than a week for the rumors to spread throughout the social circles.
It tells you the meaning of accessories. Eternal blessings. This shows interest from Shartus, but does not imply a terrible coalition.
It meant a jewel that could be given to anyone. If it were a jewel that was only shared between lovers, she would not be able to achieve the results she wanted in a short period of time.
Rosentine hoped that the brooch that Arolne Mulde proudly displayed would become a trend throughout the social circles, and that every lady would want the accessory. May some excellent informants roam out of her reach.
"Once Miss Mulde wears a brooch, she will promote the brooch to increase her reputation."
"Is it a trend?"
"What the hell are you going to do by making that brooch popular?"
Hostang frowned. The knight, who had only held a sword all his life, could not understand the consequences of the craze for jewelry and socializing. It didn't matter. Rosentine ignored him and calmly relayed his thoughts to the three others who were probably thinking the same thing.
"Every wealthy man's wife or daughter will spend a huge amount of money to find marbles to become the leader of the social circle herself."
"Are you going to use them all as informants?"
"I predict that there will be very few people who can make those beads. The only people who still have the raw materials that have been disposed of are those who have already made the catalyst."
"Will he show up?"
"I'll reveal it."
Rosentine said confidently. The craftsman will reveal himself. Within the quiet confines of the accessories industry, where no one will suspect anything, his dealings will be with only noble ladies.
Who would cast a sharp guard against vanity?
"Money is the way to summon all desires."
Murder and death are all things that happen to obtain goods. Rosentine looked straight into Chartus's eyes. Trying to kill that man is also for someone's ambition.
No one could refuse such a sudden stroke of luck, even though it was safe.
Besides, Arolne Mulde, who would be wary of her? This was the custom of those who ignored such a powerful force. Above all, there was no way the craftsman himself could have been a spy in the first place.
A craftsman who could gain the trust of noble ladies had to have a long tradition, and the master would have to find a new craftsman within Kartazen.
Shartus looked at her, deeply contemplating something. Was he about to make a decision? Just as Rosentine was pondering this, Shartus blurted out something entirely different.
"Can I give that gift in my name?"
Rosentine almost asked, "Huh?" Lucien's gaze turned to Shartus. His face looked somewhat complicated. Shartus let out a short, windy laugh.
“No. Don’t do it. Tell her that this is a gift from me.”
"If you're concerned about social gossip..."
"This rumor will probably die down soon. Why not give it to someone else as a gift?"
That was right. Rosentine nodded, but the sight of Shartus smiling at her with an incomprehensible expression made her feel uneasy. Something was pressing against her chest, a feeling of confusion and confusion.
Rosentine waited a moment, but Shartus didn't say anything else. He simply continued to stare at her with that damnably handsome face.
***
It was four days later that Rosentine met Arolne Mulde. He couldn't just hand over a single bead and tell a noble daughter it was a gift from the Prince. It was obvious.
Therefore, it was necessary to craft the beads into a proper brooch. She had previously said that there was a piece of jewelry that Shartus preferred, and she had to put in a lot of effort.
The four days were shortened by Lucien's nagging at the brooch craftsman.
The round bead with the mystical symbol now sleeps in a flower petal crafted with other gems. It was a beautiful sight, even to her.
'I'm sure Miss Mulde will be satisfied with this.'
The morning the brooch was completed, another maid had announced Arolne Mulde's visit. Rosentine, putting on her neatly ironed maid's attire, thought to herself that she had grown quite attached to it.
In order for the rumor to spread faster, what she says to Lady Mulde will also be important. Rosentine desperately hoped that the place where she would accompany Arolne today would be a salon or a tea party for aristocratic young men.
If she does that, even more dramatic things will happen. Maybe she can romanticize the story of the Duchess who kept her virginity for 180 years.
When a legend enters, the value of the item jumps several times.
"She said she would come soon."
"Thank you, Dahlia."
Knock knock.
After a knock on the door, someone poked their head out to announce Arolne's arrival. Rosentine put the brooch in a velvet box and carefully placed it in her arms.
'I'm sorry, but please work for me, Miss Arolne, no, I think she'd prefer it if I told her to work for Shartus. It's the same thing anyway.'
Given her temperament, she might have been terribly jealous of this vassal's connection. Rosentine smiled leisurely. Today, it was her turn to be the girls' storyteller.
As always, Arolne was elegantly blocking the sunlight in front of the maids' quarters. The way her face squinted as if to squint at the sunlight was something to be admired.
When she saw Rosentine, she lowered her hand and flicked the fan. The scent of flowers that still lingered at the tip of her nose made her feel as if this were her mansion.
"Roan. The weather was very nice today, so I thought it would be nice to read a book together."
Rosentine listened to her words with a gentle smile. It was as if she was going to the salon.
That's why Rosentine cheered inwardly.
What she had hoped for would come so quickly, and it was not yet time for Shartus or her to finish their missions. Arolne Mulde, her eyes bright as ever, accompanied by her knight.
The tall knight was looking down at Rosentine with arrogant eyes.
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